The explosive pain hit instantly, and at the same time, a stream of blood flowed out from the back of Zheng San's head.

He suddenly shouted with a sharp throat and grinning teeth.

"Dare to do it with your grandfather and me, I'm impatient?!"

"Lao Tzu abolished you!"

Zheng San stretched out his hand and pinched Pei Shan's ankle.

He is a third-order spirit disciple, and he may not be worth mentioning compared to others.

But it is more than enough to deal with Pei Shan, who does not have any spiritual power.

"Click!" With a bang, Pei Shan's bones were crushed!

He gasped in pain and staggered forward.

Seeing it, it was about to hit Zheng San's body.

The latter's eyes narrowed coldly, and he dodged directly with a roll.

All of this happened in a matter of minutes.

The guests were surprised at first, but then came to see the play, but now they are really excited about the brawl between the two.

"I'll go, this little guy is really good at kicking, that slave fell and looked like his eyes were foggy!"

"I see, this number six is not a good stubble, I don't know if he can get up!"

"No matter how difficult it is to deal with, his powerless hands, white skin and tender meat, can he beat the spirit disciples? Take 10,000 steps back, even if he survives, he can't stand the demon bear! ”

"Haha, it looks like we're making a lot of money now!"

Everyone is competing to express their opinions.

At this time, Zheng San had already gotten up from the ground.

Hearing these words, his eyes as he looked at Pei Shan were suddenly filled with monstrous anger!

It's all because of this cheap billet that everyone will see his jokes!

He must make Pei Shan pay the price!

Thinking like this, Zheng San was not in a hurry to leave.

He took a few big strides forward, and soon came to Pei Shan.

The latter was lying on his side on the ground, holding his broken ankle with a pale face, and cold sweat broke out.

"Die, die!"

"Die!"

Zheng Sancai doesn't care about this.

He raised his foot and aimed it at Pei Shan's face and kicked it.

"Bang bang bang!"

The strength of each foot is almost tenth.

Pei Shan was soon trampled on by Zheng San, and his flesh and blood blurred.

His eyes were high and swollen, two streams of blood were flowing from his nostrils, and his lips were bruised, and he looked terrible.

"If you fight well, this evil slave should be cured!"

"It's so pitiful, this little guy is so ruthless!"

"Hey, fate is unfair, people's hearts are not ancient!"

Seeing this, the audience was in a hurry, and there was nothing to say.

Damn, it's just dead!

Like a wreck, he doesn't need to live anyway!

There was a buzz in my ears, and the audience was discussing, like flies flying.

On the stage, Pei Shan's face kept hitting the ground with Zheng San's feet.

His blurred gaze swept around, some mocking at him, some contemptuous, some pitiful for him...

At this moment, he was desperate in his heart!

"Bang!"

I don't know if it was Zheng San's first kick, Pei Shan's eyes gradually drifted away.

Just when he closed his eyes and wanted to accept his fate.

At this time, his gaze suddenly met a pair of faint eyes.

Inside, there were two pitch-black eyes, indifferent, bright, deep as the night, deep as a cold pool.

It was as if the deepest and darkest whirlpool in the world attracted his gaze.

But it is like a god far away in the sky, out of reach.

Pei Shan couldn't see the other party's emotions clearly.

But for some reason, when he met these eyes, he suddenly had a belief in not admitting defeat!

It seems that as long as there is still a breath, as long as there is an arm left!

He shouldn't be trampled underfoot!

Even if he dies, he must die with dignity!

Pei Shan's eyes suddenly lit up in confusion.

Seeing that, Zheng San's feet stepped on him again, and a fierce fierceness suddenly burst out in his eyes.

With a hard kick under his feet, Pei Shan dodged Zheng San's beating.

The next second, he stretched out his hand, and his two arms hugged Zheng San's legs like octopuses.

The latter didn't expect that a person who was beaten and was dying, like a dead dog, would suddenly exude such great strength.

Unexpectedly, Zheng San was hugged upright.

"Hmph, it's just a dying throes!"

Zheng San scolded, turned around and grabbed Pei Shan.

However, before his hands could reach the other party's shoulders, between Zheng San's legs, there was a sudden tearing pain!

"Ahh

He screamed, and his hands immediately went between his legs.

But he was still a step slower after all, and Pei Shan bit off his life in one bite.

The blood was dripping down in an instant, Zheng San's legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground with a "bang".

",!"

Tears welled up in his eyes and he cursed loudly.

At this time, he has broken through the psychological defense.

Seeing this, Pei Shan spit out the filthy roots in his mouth.

He pounced on Zheng San from behind with a "whoosh", like a hungry wolf, biting him fiercely on the neck.

"Click, click!"

After only two or three mouthfuls, Zheng San's neck was broken with a big hole.

Inside, there was a "bang, bang, bang" and blood flowed out like a stream.

The latter, on the other hand, rolled his eyes a few times, kicked his feet on the ground a few times, and then closed his eyes.

Dead, Zheng San is actually dead?!

Seeing this, everyone present showed a touch of shock on their faces.

"Did we bet the wrong one?"

They stared at Pei Shan suspiciously.

At this time, the latter's face, mouth and nose were covered with bright red blood.

Although it looks a little embarrassed, it is like a fierce beast in the forest, full of attack power.

Soon, however, the crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

In front of him, after the young man on the stage shook Zheng San's body away like a rag, he limped back to his original position.

And this is the reason why everyone is reassured.

In their opinion, no matter how powerful the wolf king is, once he is lame, he will become fragile and vulnerable.

What's more, Pei Shan is not the wolf king!

He could take advantage of Zheng San's unpreparedness and ask for the other party's life!

But the Demon Bear is not a spirit disciple, it is a spirit master, and his cultivation is far higher than that of Zheng San, which is dozens of times higher!

Moreover, the other party is clearly in a state of strength.

Pei Shan, you can't win!

"Hey, it's a good seedling, it's a pity!"

Seeing this, the two stewards Qian and Li immediately sighed.

However, they did not do anything about it.

The rules of the Colosseum are cold and unforgiving.

It's like Pei Shan can kill Zheng San who took the initiative to provoke him without any punishment.

Once he and the demon bear get on the Colosseum, they will fight to the death!

And the two stewards are still the same as most people's thoughts.

Pei Shan, you will definitely lose! And you will lose very badly!

"Hah... Things seem to be starting to get interesting! ”

Just when the two stewards were slightly distracted by this.

Watching the mutual fight on the Colosseum, Ye Xuanfeng, who was halfway back to his senses when he saw it, lowered his eyes and seriously fiddled with the grapes on the table, suddenly chuckled.