"Now I declare! The Battle of Destiny begins!"

After Shura finished speaking, he flew to his place, and the middle-aged man who was leisurely eating fruit next to him was Shen Hui.

"Hey!" someone in the stands immediately roared, and then leaped onto the fighting platform.

The merchants were very good at driving the rhythm and immediately letting the weaker of the slaves go up.

On the three fighting platforms, there is no need to ask for battle, and someone will immediately fight against them.

You don't need to report your name, you don't need to report your strength, you can fight when you come to power, and after the battle, the loser will offer a slave contract, of course, if the opponent dies, the contract will be meaningless.

"Bang ......"

The three huge fighting platforms started fighting at the same time, almost all of them were the strength of the Pulse Sect, and they went up to shake open the Pulse Gate and began to fight.

In the stands, there were millions of people watching outside, and they began to make noise, and began to shout and cheer, "hit" and "go" and other words, and there is no gambling yet, when no one goes up to a fighting platform for a minute.

There are bankers who bet, "the next person on the line, whether to beat him or not......" and so on.

Lin Chen looked carefully at the fighting platform, if there was someone with good strength, talent or special use, he would definitely go up, and even if Qingyan was there, even if Shura grew up, he would have to try it......

But.

"Why are they all parallel goods!" "The fastest Douwutai in the ten-minute rotation has been rotated three rounds, and one of them is still burning, spitting blood, taking out his slave contract and giving it to the winner.

But none of these people are the pulse emperor.

"The battle of fate, the duration is two hours, the first hour is to cooperate with the audience, many of them are still the slave market's own people to fight their own people, and it will not be until an hour later that the emperor will start to have a pulse!" Qingyan explained later, after all, she is one of the six elders of the glorious world, so she naturally knows best.

"I see!"

Lin Chen stretched and rested his head on her thigh, "The Emperor has a pulse to call me!"

......

Sure enough, although the battle was fierce for an hour, and the blood was spilled, but the strength was the battle of the Mai Sect after all, Lin Chen took a nap, and at this time, he ......

"Bang bang!"

The voice of the five veins finally has the pulse emperor.

"The slave of the Emperor of the Veins is on!"

Immediately, someone exclaimed, there was no need for Qingyan to call him immediately, and Lin Chen stood up.

Many rich people smiled evilly, and finally the real game began.

The slaves of the Emperor are all high-priced, million-dollar purple gold coins.

Of the three fighting platforms, there is only one person standing, and the number of people who go up now will be reduced by four-fifths, and one fighting platform is sometimes enough.

I saw a middle-aged man standing on it with a low face, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a bronze complexion, a fist emperor with three rings, and a spiritual weapon fire arm on his hands.

As a slave reduced to a toy, he naturally won't be happy, and when he looks around, he looks like waiting for someone to come up to fight.

Just in front of Lin Chen, the rich man in the golden silk red dress made a move to the person behind him, "Go!"

"Yes!"

The black-clothed slave behind the rich man immediately jumped up, and the two looked at each other, and their strength was at a level.

The fists and shadows are staggered, and the pulses pierce the air, these people already have a certain strength, and their skills are good! Even the value of a slave is at least the grade of millions of purple gold coins, but Lin Chen can't look at it!

The two sides fought each other, and the loser handed over the slave contract.

"Damn!

The rich man in front of Lin Chen was very angry that he lost two Pulse Emperor slaves, he brought four people today, and immediately went to the slave in the left back, "Go up!"

"Yes!"

......

Watching this rich man throw his hands away, the four Pulse Emperor guards all lost, this is even more embarrassing, come back to find face after three years, you can only leave.

And the other two Douwutai also had the Emperor of the Mai Dynasty come up to fight, although the movement was very slow, many real forces and rich people began to gamble.

Yes, it's a big gamble.

"Roar!" the beast roared, and a black shadow fell on the fighting platform, "Boom!" The fighting platform made of golden steel rock was smashed into a small pit by him, and everyone's attention was attracted by this giant shadow.

He is two meters five tall, with red skin, her hair is blood-red and shiny, her back is covered with bear prints, and there are huge wounds that have become scars, she is not wearing a shirt, she has a huge black rosary on her chest, and she is wearing a black apron and shoes.

"Roar! come on, can you fight, can you fight!" Standing in the center of the fighting platform, the alien giant let out a wild roar.

If it were usual, he would definitely be laughed at by the rich and noble for such a simple dress, but now, that wild roar is like a giant bear.

This kind of person is called a half-orc!

"Is it an orc of the alien race?"

The audience exclaimed, this kind of physique, looks wider than the body and height of three people, the chest muscles are like three moving bricks together, and the arms are thicker than the human head.

"Come on, come down and fight it!"

Akamaru Feng looked around, he was a half-orc warrior, the most powerful person who believed in power, some time ago I met a businessman, said that there are many masters who can fight today, so I don't know that I signed a contract, so I want to fight.

The IQ of the half-orcs is not very high, most of them are about ten years old, and in the spiritual land of the half-orcs, in the desert of Karar, there are only two kinds of people who are respected, one is the half-orcs with superior intelligence, and they are sacrificed by the clansmen.

And there is another kind, that is, people who are powerful and overwhelm the others.

"Hahaha, wait a minute, how much effort will this guy help me earn!" The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a big belly, he was one of the bosses of the Brilliant World Auction, and there were countless Vein Emperor slaves in his hands, but none of them were masters of this half-orc.

Because the half-orc veins will not be exposed, and there is no human vein, they have their own bloody cultivation, and their real strength is infinite, and they don't know the specific strength at all.

"Such a burly half-orc, Lao Tzu wants it! Yue San will give it to me!"

Not far away, someone finally couldn't help it and made a move at the guards behind him.

Immediately, this guard flew down, the vein gate opened, and the fist vein emperor five rings!

Yue San heard that the half-orcs had a very low IQ, so he looked at Akamaru Peak with disdain, and then beckoned.

"You're my opponent?"

Akamaru Peak's IQ is generally not high, and it is completely a tendon, but they listen to the words of the strong man very much, and the priest told him that he must confirm the opponent before making a move, and he can't indiscriminately hurt the innocent.

"I just! make a move, see if you are a foreign race, the head is not good!" Yue San was a little proud, the other party was just a reckless man with strength, and he had full confidence in his own body.

"Come on!"

Yue San just put down his hand, ready to take out a battle stance.

"Whew!" The gust of wind hit, it was already dark in front of him, and a huge figure had already appeared in front of him, raising a huge fist, and punching Yue San in the chest.

"Peng!"

Thunderbolts.

Yue San's body smashed into the wall, completely sinking into it, turning into a pile of bloody mud......