When I saw the hotel, Mo Yi naturally went in.

I got a table of dishes and a cheaper room, and I went to take a shower before I had eaten.

When he came out, Mo Yi saw an extraordinary young man standing in front of his dining table, wearing a suit and a black top hat that looked particularly solemn. PS: This continent is neither ancient nor modern

"Swordsman, please be seated, I am the owner of this little shop and this town, Migjeno. Mo Yi looked at the man in front of him who was as big as himself, in awe, and ashamed of himself, so he slowly found a chair and sat down.

Migjeno poured Mo Yi a glass of wine, and then cut straight to the point, "Mr. Swordsman, you should know a beautiful girl named Lan Ying." The wine came to his mouth, and when he heard Lan Ying's name, he didn't drink it, but the person suddenly came to his senses and nodded.

The mayor raised his hand, made a gesture to invite a drink, and continued: "It is said that the Nanxi tribe has been flattened, and I deeply regret it, after all, the cloth chief and I are old friends. The underground gladiatorial arena has ended two battles, there are still two soul magicians, and there are not many swordsmen left. You're going to go for the last one tonight, right?"

Mo Yi's eyes burned when he heard the words Nanxi, and then he heard that there were not many swordsmen left, and I am afraid that the rest were also seriously injured. Thinking of this, Mo Yi gritted his teeth and punched the table, and the food on the table shook a few times.

Migjeno told him the address of the Moyi Gladiatorial Arena and gave him a swordsman's suit: a silk blouse, hooked trousers, snow boots, and cowhide bracers, which made him look quite domineering.

Hearing that people of his own clan were treated like this, Mo Yi couldn't wait for a second, he didn't eat a bite of the food on the table, took two bags of buns and some water and set off.

Passing through the crowded streets, turning through many remote alleys, as Migjeno said, on the door of the penultimate house in the last black alley, he knocked four times in succession, paused for two seconds, and then knocked twice.

After knocking, the door opened with a "squeak", and a lot of dust came to the shop, causing Mo Yi to yawn twice, obviously no one has been here for a long time.

A fat man with a shiny and powdery face in the room greeted him, rubbed his hands, and said respectfully: "Mr. Swordsman, VIP special channel, Luo Ze is at your service." "The mayor is really interesting, he gave me such a vigorous VIP channel when we met for the first time.

Mo Yi and Luo Ze walked into the dusty aisle like a chimney, and after walking for a short time, they could faintly see a light shining at the exit.

After passing through a narrow passageway, the interior is as luxurious as a royal palace. Some people in the gladiatorial arena cheered, while others waited quietly. The gaze travels through the noise and locks on to an inconspicuous corner of the field. There was an iron cage in the corner, and in the cage were several crippled swordsmen, and the swordsmen sat around a girl. That girl was Lan Ying, and those were naturally Alder.

Look at the hungry faces of Alder and the others, they have not lost the majesty of a swordsman.

Even on the fourth floor, the blood stains on the body after the blood clotted were clearly visible.

Mo Yi couldn't bear it anymore, and tried to jump from the fourth-floor stand to the gladiatorial arena with his hands on the guardrail.

A swordsman falling from the fourth floor is certain to die, Luo Ze hurriedly grabbed him, and the strong internal force made Mo Yi unable to make any movements, so he could only be dragged down by Luo Ze.

"If you jump like this, you won't even be able to find your head. Mo Yi shuddered when he heard Luo Ze say it. What was I thinking just now?!After calming down, Mo Yi spat out a few words: "I want to compete." The tone was flat but resolute.

Luo Ze bent down respectfully and began to explain the rules of the game and the entry qualifications: every game has a host, the organizer pays the money, the town plays the field, the rules are very simple, the side that voluntarily surrenders or loses its combat effectiveness is considered a defeat, and the winner can dispose of the weak at will.

Mo Yi nodded in understanding, and went into the lounge to straighten out his equipment. When the time of the game came, the whole court was full of white light, and the referee fell from the sky, and the dazzling light pierced the swordsmen in the cage from opening their eyes.

The swordsmen remained motionless, preserving their strength to fight for the last battle. Two masked psychologists, one black and one white, walked out of the lounge on the other side. The white soul magician lowered his head and pretended to be b, flicked his cloak again and again, and then put on a pose that he thought was the most handsome.

When the white light converges, open the barrier of the iron cage. Before he could open the cage, Mo Yi walked out of the lounge with a small backpack on his back. Mo Yi's appearance was a surprise to anyone, mixed with the disdain of the audience and the joy and worry of his companions.

"Mo Yi!" Lan Ying was obviously the most excited, clutching the railing with both hands, tears raining down. Alder and the others nodded at Mo Yi tacitly, indicating that it was nothing serious. Tribulation sees the truth, this is not false. Mo Yi nodded in response to them, and only said three words: "Trust me!"

He walked to the edge of the cage, gently pursed his mouth, choked unconsciously, and wiped the tears from the corners of Lan Ying's eyes with his strap-on hand. "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, I'm late. "That's enough, there's no need to say anything else.

Mo Yi asked the swordsmen and Lan Ying to step back, pulled out the broken sword behind his back, took a step back with his right foot, held the sword with both hands, slashed horizontally and lifted upward, and the iron cage was broken in a cross shape. The first form of Xinglan swordsmanship - cross breaking the sky. The cage broke, and the referee didn't say anything.

Lan Ying, who broke free, threw herself into Mo Yi's arms and cried loudly. What she has seen and experienced in the past two days is really not something that an ordinary girl can bear, and now these fears have turned into tears in front of her beloved.

Alder and the others also wanted to pounce on him and cry for a while, which was really sad, but fortunately, the team leader Wright was still alive. These last remaining tribal warriors defended the dignity of the tribe with their blood.

Mo Yi comforted Lan Ying, who was too frightened, patted Alder with his left hand, and patted Wright with his right hand: "You help me take care of Lan Ying first, and I'll be back in a while." After that, he took off his backpack and handed it to them: "Here are some buns and water, you can rest first." ”

Everyone looked at Mo Yi's appearance, and they didn't necessarily feel much better than them, but their clothes were neater, and they were afraid that Mo Yi would not be able to withstand it alone, so they insisted on fighting with him. Mo Yi was as stubborn as a cow, he just didn't let them, and forced them to quit as a VIP.

"Hey, have you finished chirping, have you put Lao Tzu in your eyes?" The white soul magician was left aside, feeling quite unhappy. Mo Yi ignored him, looked down at his shoes, and then raised his foot to look at the soles of his feet, "Who? Who's talking?" His contempt for the white sorcerer amused the audience.

"You're looking for death. "I'm not looking for shi, I'm looking for you. ”

Watching the tension on the stage, he flew to the sidelines and directly announced the start of the game.

This chapter unlocks: Character Referee Feng Mig Giano Roze Swordsmanship Xinglan Swordsmanship