Ninety-seven
The third level is about to begin, and offstage, Ye Wenxin's master just now still has a solemn demeanor, and glanced at the gray-robed man who was directing and preparing on the stage at this time, and in a blink of an eye, a sinister smile gradually appeared on his face.
"The third level, alchemy fights! The rule is ......"
After the gray-robed man finished speaking, he looked at Ye Tianfeng and Ye Wenxin was stunned for a moment, and then asked:
"Have you decided to die?"
"Swear!"
Unexpectedly, it was Ye Tianfeng who agreed first.
Ye Wenxin looked at Ye Tianfeng, who was full of anger, and somehow a chill rose in his heart. The gray-robed man looked at Ye Wenxin and said:
"He swears to kill you, can you fight?"
Ye Wenxin looked at the master in the audience, only to see the teacher nodding slightly at him, then he made up his mind, and two words burst out of the corners of his mouth:
"Fight!"
"Good!" the gray-robed man turned to the front of the stage and announced in a loud voice:
"Ladies and gentlemen, Ye Tianfeng and Ye Wenxin on the stage today swore to kill, the two sides made an appointment to fight, there were no casualties, and the third level below begins!"
With the shouts of the gray-robed man, hula, dozens of prisoners appeared on the stage, standing behind the contestants.
Immediately, the contestants began to check the qualifications of their respective prisoners.
"Huh, what, ordinary people?"
Ye Tianfeng didn't dare to hold it up at all, and hurriedly invested in the qualification inspection.
At this moment, opposite him was a man who was still quite strong.
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