Meng Yi hugged forward in the crowd, if it weren't for his strength, Meng Yi didn't know if he would be suffocated in such a crowded environment.

Finally fought to the front, Meng Yi caught a person in charge and asked, "I want to fight in the ring, how do I register?" ”

The consul Meng Yi Meng Yi was stunned for a moment when he said this, and even if he impatiently shook off Meng Yi's arm, he wanted to summon the next one, he was too busy, but Meng Yi fought in the ring with the face of a slave and the strength of no spiritual power fluctuations, anyone would be a little angry, that person's temper was still good, if it was not good, it was estimated that someone would be sent to detain Meng Yi on the spot.

Meng Yi was angry, this person was so ignorant that he was so ignorant, the inner slam on his body was mentioned, and a faint ghostly aura was suspended around him, and as soon as the unique aura of the superior was revealed, the person's eyes suddenly lit up, swept away the unhappiness of the right talent, and introduced Meng Yi to the background with an excited face, and simply registered the information.

On this occasion, Meng Yi naturally did not use his real name, and changed his name to Yada.

"Newcomer, huh?" The old man in charge of registration was a little bored, there was no way, there were more than 10,000 fighters registered from him every year, and the huge workload was conceivable, and the long-term work habits naturally developed this impatient temperament.

"That's right, newcomer." Meng Yi's tone was not as tasteless as the old man, and there was a hint of kindness in his smile.

The old man was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the fighter to have such a gentle side, so he had a smile on his face and said, "At this time tomorrow, you can go directly to the martial arts arena, and someone will arrange an opponent for you at that time." ”

Meng Yi thanked him and went back.

Speaking of going back, there is actually no place to go back, Meng Yi just found a hotel to stay, although I don't know who tomorrow's opponent is, but with Meng Yi's confidence in himself, even if he meets that Yu Hong, who will be defeated, it is uncertain.

The night was silent, so Meng Yi closed his eyes tightly and began to cultivate, reviewing all the exercises, adjusting his state to the peak, and warming up for tomorrow's martial arts.

In the afternoon of the next day, Meng Yi was apprehensive

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The restless heart walked towards the martial arts arena under the leadership of the steward, and when he turned his head, he found that the leader of the team was the old man who gave him the rank yesterday.

"Young man, to put it mildly, a low-level race like you has not yet appeared in this ring, but there are no relevant regulations for you to enter the martial arts arena, so we have no right to expel you, but I said ugly things ahead, there is no life and death in the martial arts arena, and what you met today can be regarded as a ruthless character, the peak saint, he won all the first five rounds, I wish you good luck." As he spoke, the old man stopped and watched Meng Yi leave.

Somehow, after listening to the old man's words, Meng Yi's heart suddenly warmed, although he was only a few sides with the old man, but because of his better attitude yesterday, and the old man was also good to himself, this is to give people roses to have a lingering fragrance.

As a newcomer, Meng Yi naturally has no reputation, and even when he introduced his appearance, even the rank was directly passed, not that he did not have a rank, but that the rank was not visible to others, if it weren't for the face of that wisp of ghostly energy, it was estimated that Meng Yi would have had some difficulty even getting into this ring.

Because he didn't have the slightest fame, Meng Yi's odds reached a ridiculous ten to one, and the one who bought him was like the two guys I saw in the restaurant yesterday, all of them were lucky, and they made a lot of money by coincidence, but under normal circumstances, all the money was wasted.

Meng Yi trembled and walked to the middle of the ring, in front of him, the big man had already waved his arms, enjoying the cheers of the crowd, as if he had won the victory, and he was invincible.

Meng Yi knew that in the Dafan martial arts arena, the slightly famous players would use this way to mobilize the atmosphere of the audience, if the people who supported him read it, the atmosphere would be spectacular, and invisibly created a momentum for himself, which was invisible, but it could often have an unexpected effect when the opponents between the two were in the competition.

When Meng Yi appeared, there were also many people cheering, but Meng Yi could clearly see that there was nothing more than a disdainful smile in the eyes of those people, as a low-level race, daring to participate in such a martial arts battle was simply not something that the Demon Realm should have

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Meng Yi naturally didn't pay attention to those boring roars, and devoted all his mind to the observation of his opponent.

Strength, experience, although it is just the observation of the eyes, Meng Yi can figure out where this person's advantages are, this is a feeling, can not be expressed in words, but Meng Yi can see this, although he is only in his twenties, but Meng Yi has experienced many battles of life and death, and he has already trained a pair of fiery eyes.

After a bell rang, the big man finally stopped waving his arms, and when his eyes looked at Meng Yi, he suddenly burst out with a burst of essence, and that expression seemed to say, you are dead.

The cheers became louder, and there were 100,000 people watching on both sides, and that kind of spectacular scene Meng Yi couldn't forget.

Of course, Meng Yi knew that the cheers were not given to him, but to the bald man in front of him.

The bell ringing represents the beginning of the real funny, as soon as the bald man's fierce light was revealed, Meng Yi's figure disappeared.

Yes, in the eyes of the bald man, the figure of the other party has indeed disappeared, and what is even more terrifying is that his divine consciousness has become blank and entered a blind spot.

Is this human? For the first time, the bald man's heart showed a sense of terror, but before the second feeling of fear came, the huge body was thrown under the ring by a lightning-like figure.

The bald man wanted to use his strength to return to the martial arts arena, but found that he had no chance at all, because his whole body couldn't move for half a minute.

100,000 people, from the apex of the crowd, suddenly silent to the silent freezing point, what kind of gap is this, even the steward of the martial arts arena did not think that things would be so funny.

Although the bald man is not the best in the entire fighter, he can also be regarded as a strong man, who would have thought that this strong bald man would be thrown into the ring by the other party at once before he even touched the other party's figure?

No one would have thought of this, even the bald man had a depressed look on his face, he didn't hurt his hand, but he knew that if the thin boy wanted to hurt him, it would only be a casual matter.

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