Chapter 217: The strong man is gone

The arch in the center of the secret room, there was a jingling bell, it was the arch to the competition table, it was originally dark, but now it was lit up, this is the announcement of the preparation for the competition, the racers are about to enter.

At this moment, you still have to sign the life and death agreement first according to the process. Then Wang Huan bowed politely to the four branch deans, and strode towards the arch!

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone!"

It wasn't until Wang Huan went in that the old man recited a tragic verse, and then squinted his eyes and said, "I'm ready to bet, Lao Qi, how do you buy it?"

Old man Qi smiled, glanced at everyone with flickering eyes, and said: "As soon as the strong man goes, that, in fact, Wang Huan's strength is not bad, so I bought Wang Huan to last 10 million high-grade spirit stones in one minute, and 1 million high-grade spirit stones in three minutes." ”

In the eyes of Old Man Qi and Old Man Demon, although Wang Huan's strength is good, it is only good, looking at Han Yeyu's eighty-eight games, there is only one opponent who can survive a minute in his hands, and he is also a senior player.

After watching the battle between Wang Huan and Wei Bingshu, the old man and the others knew that Wang Huan's strength should be stronger than that of ordinary senior racers, but in the eyes of everyone, the probability of losing is almost 100%, it is just a matter of how long it can last.

According to normal circumstances, it is no problem for Wang Huan to hold on for a minute.

If you hold it for one minute, the odds will also reach 1 to 1, as for the 1 to 2 for three minutes, Old Man Qi is just buying one to see, even if he can't hold it, he has also earned a net of eight million high-grade spirit stones, and more than three minutes, he has earned an extra four million.

In the eyes of several old men, they are all top-grade spirit stones, like Wang Huan's two million lower-grade spirit stones, which are exchanged for high-grade spirit stones, which is 20,000.

Old man Qi made such a bet, it was indeed a very wise choice, and the old man of the devil's bet was even bigger, he bought Wang Huan to last 20 million high-grade spirit stones for a minute, and he didn't buy anything else, this was already all his belongings. I lost once last time, and I want to get it back this time.

Their wishful thinking played well, not only to win money, but also to pit Wang Huan to death, and to avenge the revenge of Wei Bingshu's death.

Old man Hai saw it in his eyes, but there was no way, now it was the last moment to place a bet, first bet Wang Huan's 20,000 high-grade spirit stones, and then buy 10 million high-grade spirit stones for Wang Huan to win, and 10 million to last a minute.

As for the old man Zhan, he only bought five million Wang Huan to last for a minute.

After a minute, it is almost a steady winning momentum, but it is unknown how long Wang Huan can hold out.

After entering the archway, it was still the empty lounge, putting on the red smiley mask with the big word "send", Wang Huan followed the prompts and stepped into a small teleportation array next to him.

This small teleportation array was not available before, it was obviously just built not long ago, and the distance of teleportation was not far, with Wang Huan's current strength, it could be estimated that it had only teleported more than a hundred miles.

After teleporting, Wang Huan was in a dark arch, due to the light problem, it was difficult to see the situation inside the arch outside, but the inside of the arch could see the situation outside.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a sea of people.

It's a sprawling arena, a bit like the Colosseum described in the books. The diameter of the fighting platform is about 20,000 meters, and the ground of the fighting platform is engraved with a very complex defensive array. Wang Huan just glanced at it, and he could roughly see that there were 317 large defensive arrays and 4,880 small defensive arrays in the entire arena alone.

From the outside, this arena is circular, but in fact, Wang Huan knows that it is an oval-shaped arena, about 157 meters high on both sides, and can accommodate up to one million people.

The whole arena is divided into five layers, the higher the person, the higher the identity, the first layer is generally some ordinary gamblers, the second and third layers are some people with a little identity.

From the fourth floor, there are private rooms, and there are many rich men sitting in those private rooms.

There are princes and princesses of a certain country, as well as the rulers of a certain country, dang hot, and some elders of powerful sects, these people are all characters who will cause a big shock when they stomp their feet outside.

Of course, the fifth layer is even more mysterious, I heard that it is the headquarters of the black arena, ordinary people can't get in, they can get the right to watch the fifth layer, and it is estimated that the bet will be at least hundreds of millions of high-grade spirit stones, or some super high power.

Wang Huanchu glanced at it, and the audience was no less than 800,000.

In addition to the audience, there are dozens of small rooms on the first floor, where bets are placed, and these small rooms are located every 100 meters, which are clearly marked.

Wang Huan's eyes narrowed, and he was stunned for a moment, Wang Huan won, 1 to 8.

Why are your odds so high, doesn't it mean that if you win a game, you can get eight times the money, this news is really great for Wang Huan, he pressed two million lower grade spirit stones, doesn't it mean that after this fight, his worth will be tens of millions of lower grade spirit stones.

This is the price of not counting weapons, in fact, the Dragon Elephant Sword in Wang Huan's hand is also worth tens of millions, but this can't be spent indiscriminately.

Wang Huan was so happy that his odds were so high, in addition to being happy, he was still happy, he never thought that he would lose.

And he didn't know what to do, and others didn't even think that he would win.

"Prince Ahte, what did you buy?" asked a sect elder on the fourth floor.

"Han Yeyu KO that in one minute, what to give, five million high-grade spirit stones. Prince Aat said very leisurely.

"A wise move, only one of the eighty-eight games of Cold Night Feather has been survived for one minute, and it is still a senior racer, this kind of junior racer's little grasshopper, it is estimated that it will not last more than three seconds. Buying 5 to 1 is better than buying 10 to 1. ”

In this game, except for Prince Art, it can be said that most people bought Wang Huan's heavy bet that could not last more than a minute. In the eyes of everyone, this is a battle without suspense.

And the fifth floor is different, this is where the super big man stays, and a certain high-level person in the black arena said with a smile: "The little doll in the Phantom Alliance Academy, I heard that the talent is good, but I don't know how Lu Dao can use it to send him to death." ”

"Although it is sent to death, but several old immortals in the Sifang Branch have bought 'send' to last for a minute, it seems that this send-off still has some strength, what should we do." ”

"That group of old immortals who dare to go down more than 30 million to survive for a minute must be sure, but this more than 10 million 'send' wins, the courage is fat enough. ”

"This send-off is also a bit of strength, and those sent from the Phantom Alliance generally have the combat power of high-level racers, and this send-off has also fought once, and killed the source realm small consummation in seconds with one move. ”

"Oh! One move to kill the source realm of small consummation, it seems that there are two brushes for this gift, in this case, let's also buy and send it for a minute. ”

"How much to buy?"

"Three hundred million!"

"Then do you want Han Yeyu to give up a little bit of opponent?"

"No, those old guys won't be that stupid. ”

"It's good. ”

These high-level levels are all based on the above-grade spirit stones, so these three hundred million are a large amount.

As soon as the discussion on the fifth floor was over, a sweet voice sounded in the arena: "The game will start immediately, and those who haven't placed bets should hurry up and place bets." ”

After this voice sounded, the bet once again ushered in a small climax, but most people had placed a bet before, and the fourth floor has a special note, there is no need to come to the first floor to buy a bet, so the bet is not too crowded.

"Bell, bell, bell!"

As the bell rang three times in the arena, everyone stopped and waited for the racers to enter.

The first to enter was a hot, scantily clad woman, who caused a burst of whistles and so on as soon as she appeared.

It is rumored that the host of the black arena can be traded, as long as you have money, you can ride it under the crotch, of course, the price of sleeping with them is also very high.

The hot host beauty stood in the center of the arena and announced loudly: "Next, the first to enter is the senior racer of our Black Prison Arena, the invincible god of war - Cold Night Feather!"

"Please cold night feather!"

Lights, applause, cheers, screams!

The entire arena was filled with a sound of "Cold Night Feather!".

In the cheers of the crowd, a man had already appeared on the ring, and many people had not even seen it clearly, he had already appeared there, and that speed once again attracted a large number of screams.

Han Yeyu is very thin, and her skin is a special pale, similar to leukemia, which looks like she will collapse at any time.

His white and blood-lossed face was full of water-chestnut coldness, his long silver hair was windless, and under the long hair, a pair of pupils had a faint bloodshot, as if he had stayed up too late.

At first glance, Han Ye Yu does not feel like a strong man, but a sick seedling, and indeed, Han Ye Yu is a sick seedling, since Yuan Dan was abolished, Han Ye Yu has become more and more haggard day by day, although he has relied on great perseverance to make himself reach the source realm of small consummation, but his life span is not much.

Wang Huan frowned, he could see at a glance that the vitality of this opponent was slowly passing, but even so, this opponent gave him a very powerful feeling, he stood there alone, as if the entire arena was centered on him.

It is a kind of terrain, and it can be skillfully used here, and this cold night feather is not simple.

Of course, Han Yeyu is not simple, his appearance naturally attracted a warm applause, and a large number of cheers.

He is the god of war in the black prison arena, and he has countless fans, and even the host beauties are frequently beautiful to him.

For the eyes around him, Han Yeyu seemed to be very calm as if he hadn't seen it.

After the host beauty appeared in the cold night feather, she set her eyes on the arch where Wang Huan was, and said with a smile: "Next, please ask our second player today, an intermediate racer from Zhao Germany, to 'send', please 'send' the appearance!"