Early the next morning, the people of the Yi tribe and Mo Ming and others came to the ring specially prepared for each clan under the guidance of the Hong waiter, in fact, every year is held in the same place, Ma Long and others are already familiar with the road, there is no need to lead the way, they used to go by themselves, but this time the situation has changed a little, the Hong tribe in order to show their attention, so specially assigned waiters to lead the way, in fact, there is also the meaning of surveillance, the main purpose is to observe the outsiders among the various tribes.

In fact, the so-called ring is just a huge beast slaughterhouse of the Hong people, they rarely set up a special martial arts arena for themselves by hunting fighting people, almost all the training is carried out in the wild, they always think that only actual combat is the fastest way to grow, even the children in the clan, will follow the adults out to hunt, stand by and watch the adults hunting skills, and once they become adults, they have to take action in person, and some have begun to participate in the daily hunting activities before they are even adults。

The blood left by slaughtering the beast has dyed the ground under his feet a dark red color, and the air exudes a strong smell of blood, which is the resentment of the beast that has been deposited for many years, but no one will feel uncomfortable, but more people will feel Mo Ming's excitement because of the smell of blood, at least Mo Ming feels that there are two people in the tribe, Zhan Lao and Ma Hu, who seem to enjoy the smell of blood very much, and Ma Hu is even more eager to try, eager to rush out to do a big job, and there are also people who are not very adaptable, but they are mostly outsiders, such as Ying Wushuang and others。

The slaughterhouse was divided into six sections. According to the ranking of each clan, each level of the clan will challenge in different areas, until no one can compare, will enter the higher level of the battlefield, and the Qiang tribe is divided into the last battlefield, the weakest No. 6 battlefield, and in this battlefield is basically the so-called cannon fodder tribe, so every tribe in this battlefield is eager to leave here.

"I think you all know the rules of the competition very well, so I won't say more, now I ask the leaders to appoint their own people to come out. I just want to emphasize one point. Regardless of the means, only the result, whether it is life or death, but no third person is allowed to interfere. Once discovered. Judged to be lost. And those who break the rules will be punished by our people. The referee of the Hong clan stood in the middle of the field, his eyes coldly swept to the various tribes around the field, and said loudly.

"Boy. If you hear no, don't show mercy, just beat me to death, no one will blame you here. The old man patted the sloppy man who was already a little impatient, and laughed darkly, and his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light.

"Hehe, don't worry, I'm going to kill those cubs. He smiled sloppily and replied gloomily.

"These two war maniacs. Mo Ming sighed helplessly in his heart, but he still called Ma Sloppy to him and taught him a lesson: "You must be ruthless, never give him a chance to breathe, and more importantly, don't forget the fighting method I taught you, saying that it can have unexpected effects." ”

Sloppy nodded, but then glanced at Ma Long, who was looking at him, strode forward, and walked towards the middle of the field.

There are a total of more than 30 tribes participating in the No. 6 battlefield competition, and the Qiang tribe is just ranked sixth from the bottom, Ma Sloppy and others entered the field, lined up, also in accordance with the strength ranking of each tribe in order, but the order of the challenge is just the opposite, but it is selected from the last place, after the end of a game, there will be half an hour of rest, and the same person can only be challenged twice, so as to avoid multiple battles and damage to the strength of the unfair situation.

"I'm going to challenge the Kou. ”

In the last place is a tribe called madness, although the strength is not good, but as the name suggests, all of them are very arrogant, and as soon as they come up, they directly challenge the tribe of the Qiang who are five places higher than him.

"Does this kid seem so easy to deal with?" muttered the old man a little depressedly.

Ma Hu was the first to be challenged, and Mo Ming was also a little surprised, but when he saw the thirty or so people present, he understood why that person would single him, because among all of them, Ma Ming's figure was the largest, and in this prairie where soul cultivation was everywhere, a strong body was precisely the characteristic of a weak soul.

"It seems that this guy thinks that Sloppy is a four-minded, simple-minded idiot. Malone also said with a smile.

But no matter what the guy thought of him, there was a fight as soon as he came up, but he was very excited, and he was in line with his intentions.

Now that the opponent has been chosen, the next thing is simple, the challenged person has no right to refuse, the only thing he can do is to prove that he can stay in this position with his strength.

The strength of this mad young man is indeed good, no wonder he dares to cross so many levels and directly challenge Ma Sloppy, and Mo Ming has finally seen the way of fighting between soul cultivators.

The battle between the sloppy and the mad guy was not as fierce as any battle Mo Ming had ever experienced, the two neither took out their weapons, nor charged, they just stood quietly in place, looking at each other, no one attacked first, Mo Ming could feel that the air was filled with a faint fluctuation, this is the soul fluctuation of the two, both of them just want to test the depth of each other, the soul is different from spiritual power, it is a matter of its own fundamentals, if you forcibly attack the enemy who is stronger than yourself, it is likely to cause the opponent to backlash, and when the time comes, not only can you not hurt the opponent, but will make yourself hurt。

And the two are testing the strength of each other's souls and guiding the attack, and this step is very crucial, whoever first tests the bottom line of the other party will undoubtedly gain the initiative.

"Hmm!"

Mo Ming's eyes suddenly moved, and he noticed that one of the fluctuations among the two people in the field suddenly became violent, completely opposite to the previous gentle waves, and suddenly the wind was fierce, the huge waves were monstrous, and the storm-like soul fluctuations suddenly stirred up the whole scene.

"Hehe, it seems that Xiaohu has found the other party's bottom line first, and it seems that Xiaohu is sure to win this time. Zhan Lao was suddenly happy and said happily. Because this huge soul power that suddenly attacked was emitted from Ma Huo, and he took the lead in attacking, not only shows that he has found the opponent's bottom line, but also has the certainty of winning, otherwise once he finds that he can't defeat the opponent but may be suppressed by the opponent, he will choose to admit defeat instead of taking the initiative to attack.

The madman's face changed suddenly, but he had no intention of admitting defeat, his face suddenly froze, and his heart became highly nervous. Prepare for your opponent's attack.

There was no sound. The treacherous battle is already unfolding between the two, and it is an invisible contest.

Everyone was nervously watching the changes on the field, and the two of them always stood in place, motionless. To their extent. The attack of the soul no longer requires physical contact.

Burst!

Suddenly. The madman's face turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, followed by a pale face. One stumbled under his feet and nearly fell.

Ma Hu suddenly shouted, and suddenly stepped out, and even more violent soul fluctuations suddenly gushed out.

"Stop, we're throwing in the towel!"

Just as the mad guy who knew he was going to die closed his eyes in pain, a sudden shout rang out.

Ma Hu withdrew his soul power, looked coldly at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in the field, and did not speak, just as he was about to give the final blow to this arrogant guy who challenged him, this person suddenly rushed out and blocked in front of the young man.

"We admit defeat, so please spare his life, and we madmen are willing to pay a ransom for it. The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, this arrogant young man was his only son, and he would never be willing to send someone to send someone to a black-haired person during the day.

Ma Hao didn't answer, but looked at the silent brother on the side, and after seeing Ma Long nodded, he looked at the middle-aged man and said in a condensed voice: "Okay, I can let him go, and as for the ransom, you can discuss it with the leader of my clan." ”

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and then led the young man to the people in the audience, obviously to discuss the ransom.

And the Hong referee saw all the whole process, but he just watched coldly and did not interfere, because the middle-aged man did not violate the rules and did not make a move, but only admitted defeat on behalf of the madman, and also got the consent of the other party, so he had no right to stop it.

"There are still people who want to challenge me, and now they can stand up. Ma Sloppy stood in the center of the field, his eyes turned, looked around, and shouted loudly.

Originally, he could have half an hour's rest after accepting a challenge, but how could he, who had just started fighting, be willing to come down so quickly, so he simply took the opportunity to invite the battle again, but because his quota had not yet arrived, although he won, he could only invite a tribe with a lower rank than the Shan clan.

However, perhaps because they had just seen his ferocity, no one spoke for a while, and it was clear that they were not sure that they would defeat this formidable opponent.

"Alright, no one will fight, you go down. ”

After waiting for a while, but no one played, then the Hong referee came out again, and said to the disappointed sloppy that no one from these tribes should fight, which means that they have lost the qualification to challenge the Qiang tribe.

"It's really boring!" Ma Sloppy walked back with a helpless face, but he muttered quietly.

"He's a natural battle freak. Mo Ming smiled dumbly, thinking depressedly in his heart.

"Next is the opponent that the Fire Clan chooses to challenge. The Hong Clan referee announced in a cold voice with an expressionless face that the Fire Clan was the penultimate ranked slightly higher than the Mad Clan.

"We abstain. The representative of the Fire Clan stood up, a look of struggle flashing across his face, and then said with a wry smile.

Abstentions are also allowed, and the rankings will remain the same unless someone challenges him and takes his place.

The Hong Clan referee glanced at the guy who abstained disdainfully, and then continued: "Fire Clan abstained, ...... next"

After that, there were two more battles, the third-ranked tribe chose to challenge his previous position, but in the end it ended in defeat, and as for the fourth-to-last tribe, because it had just experienced a battle, it chose to take a break for a while, while the fifth-to-last tribe chose to directly cross the Clan, challenge the opponent of the higher ranking, and finally won and successfully advanced a full three places, but ranked ahead of the Clan.

"Next, Tribe Clan, choose your opponent. ”

Sloppy hehehe. Suddenly excited, he held back from the field for so long, and finally it was his turn to play.

"Little Tiger, choose the wolf clan, although the wolf clan's attack method is magical, but my clan's technique is just enough to restrain them. Zhan Lao suddenly patted his sloppy shoulder and said in a low voice.

"You always say "Soul Chains"?" sloppily understood, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then a clear look appeared.

Mo Ming's heart moved, and his eyes followed the sloppy until he reached the center of the venue. Although he has already learned the magic of soul chains. But he has never used it yet, and he is only guessing how powerful it is.

"I'm going to challenge the wolves. Ma Sloppy stood in the middle of the field, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction off the field. Lang Sheng said.

As soon as this statement came out. But the audience was in an uproar. The Wolves are ranked sixth from the bottom, while the Wolf Clan is ranked thirteenth from the bottom, seven places higher than the Wolves. Moreover, the wolf clan is notoriously difficult, and the soul spell is extremely slippery and difficult to catch.

"Hmph, I don't know whether you live or die, you dare to challenge us, Wolf, go and let him taste the power of my clan, and besides, we will not accept to admit defeat. The leader of the wolf tribe said with a sneer, his voice was very loud, but he deliberately said it to everyone in the Wolf tribe.

"Cut, we're not going to accept your towel. Zhan Lao's face sank, and he suddenly shouted loudly.

The clamoring of the two clans suddenly made the atmosphere hotter, the previous three battles, no casualties, one person admitted defeat, and the other two were also merciful because they didn't want to make the relationship too stiff, which made the people watching the battle feel that it was already there

After a very boring battle, it became even more boring.

This time, Sloppy did not continue to test as before, but crushed the opponent with a stormy attack at the beginning, and the huge soul power was like a huge net, pulling the opponent out of the hood.

"Does the Soul Chain constitute a soul web?" Mo Ming felt the familiar fluctuations in Ma Shu's body, which were the fluctuations of the soul chains.

"The wolf clan, as the name suggests, is not only ferocious, ruthless, but also very cunning, they are better at fighting guerrilla warfare, never clash with their opponents, and always like to sneak attack. Zhan Lao's eyes were solemn, and he whispered to himself: "That's right, Xiaohu's choice is not wrong, to deal with an embarrassed old wolf like the wolf clan, you should use the power of thunder to capture his soul and lock it firmly, so that you don't have to worry about him slipping away again." ”

"I see!" Mo Ming suddenly understood in his heart that the reason why Ma Sloppy attacked with all his strength as soon as he came up was actually just to launch a surprise attack and lock the opponent's soul power with soul chains, so that even if the opponent was more cunning, it was impossible to avoid Sloppy's attack.

With his sloppy cultivation, he couldn't let the soul chain combination become a soul prison at all, and he could only barely use a few, but this was enough.

"Hahahaha, do you think your soul will avoid me and won't be able to attack you?" Ma Hu sneered in a low voice, and the power of his soul suddenly turned into chains and besieged the wolf youth.

Mo Ming's eyes moved, but he was secretly surprised in his heart, although this sloppy usually looks a little simple-minded, but there are still some unexpected ideas when fighting, there are a total of thirty-six chains in the soul chain, and the Qiang clan only knows eighteen of them, and with sloppy cultivation, he can only urge four of them, but he controls the four chains to run separately and cross, but instead forms a similar effect to a net.

Although the wolf clan is good at dodging, but the "soul chain" of the wolf clan happens to be his nemesis, once he is entangled in the chain, unless it is one order higher than the soul power of the spellcaster, it is impossible to break free, Ma Long's raid has obviously achieved remarkable results, the soul power of the wolf youth is firmly locked by him, no matter how he dodges, sloppy can easily capture, forcing him to have to fight with sloppy.

"Hmm, soul spear?" Mo Ming's eyes suddenly flashed a fine light, just now he suddenly felt a sharp aura flash on Ma Long's body, and then it quickly disappeared, making him feel as if he was delusional, but he clearly felt that the sharp aura just now was a murderous aura, which was the murderous aura that emanated from the soul spear, but this also showed that Ma Huo had obviously not been able to figure out this soul method thoroughly, and the real soul spear would not emit murderous aura when it launched an attack.

Yes!

The murderous aura that flashed away, Mo Ming felt it, and the old man also felt it, but the young man of the wolf clan didn't feel it, so he was hit, and the sharp spear immediately tore his soul.

The young man's soul was annihilated, and he died instantly, and it was too late to even admit defeat.

The Qiang clan won and was successfully promoted to become the new thirteenth from the bottom, but it was still in the sixth battlefield, still in this cannon fodder concentration camp, and the situation had not changed substantially.

Because it was a surprise attack, he solved the opponent in one fell swoop, the consumption of sloppy soul power was not serious, and because it happened to be his place, he chose to continue to challenge the new opponent, this time he chose the tribe ranked sixteenth from the bottom, but this time he was caught in a bitter battle, the opponent was also very strong, and he was better at defense, although the sloppy and immature soul spear could cause some trouble to the opponent, it was not enough to support him to achieve the final victory.

Just after both sides had consumed a lot of soul power, Ma Hu suddenly made a surprising move, he suddenly ran up and rushed straight towards the opponent, the latter's face changed, and he hurriedly retreated, but how could his speed be faster than the strong Ma Long.

Rumble!

In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, Ma Long blasted his opponent away with a punch, threw it high, and then fell to the ground like a rag bag.

The Shan clan won again, and was successfully promoted to become the sixteenth from the bottom.

"We were not convinced and asked for a supplementary battle. "Just after the Hong referee announced the results, the original sixteenth tribal leader suddenly stood up and proposed to make up the war, the so-called supplementary war, that is, to fight again, but the object of the supplementary war was not the people of his own clan, but the outsiders who were attached to his clan.

"Is it finally my turn to appear?" Mo Ming muttered to himself with a move in his eyes. (To be continued.) )