Wu Yingzi twisted in from the crowd at the registration office, and in less than ten minutes, he twisted out again, holding a number plate in his hand, and beckoned to Xue Yi as he walked.

Ding Li said disdainfully: "The three hands that are born are suitable for these things." ”

Wu Yingzi came closer, handed the number plate in his hand to Xue Yi, smiled with a sneer, and said, "Brother Xue, the number I drew for you is definitely a lucky number, number eight." ”

Xue Yi nodded, took the number plate casually, and pinned it to his chest.

Wu Yingzi continued: "Next, we just need to wait here. Brother Xue, you have to be ready, you may be called at any time. ”

Xue Yi nodded, closed his eyes, and entered a state of visualization.

For Xue Yi, visualization is the best preparation. Although he can't learn the third layer by visualizing the ultimate martial arts now, his soul is constantly growing. And visualizing the state allows him to concentrate better.

Wu Yingzi saw that Xue Yi was no longer talking, and he also sat on the side and became quiet.

Ding Li glanced at Wu Yingzi with some suspicion, and said in his heart that this kid could be quiet.

Moments later, the freedom challenge in the field was about to begin.

Those who bet were already screaming to press their dragon coins up.

In the midst of the noise and noise, soon, the two free challenges were over. The two winners left after receiving the bonuses, while the losers were lying on the edge of the gladiatorial arena, one was more than **, and the other was only angry, not in.

At this time, the martial artist on the sidelines shouted: "The third free challenge: fourth-level dragoon No. 8, against seventh-level martial artist No. 7." The challenger is on the field, and the bet can now be placed. ”

When everyone on the sidelines heard this, they were all in an uproar.

"Fourth-level dragoon vs. seventh-level martial artist?

"This is a bit of a joke, isn't it? Although a seventh-level martial artist is equivalent to a dragoon, it is equivalent to a sixth-tenth-level dragoon. The fourth-level dragoon is like a dish for a seventh-level martial artist. ”

"Is there something strange about this? But even if there is a big strangeness, the fourth-level dragoon is not the opponent of a seventh-level martial artist, right?"

"Whatever, bet first. It's on the seventh-level martial artist. ”

"I'm also betting on a seventh-level martial artist. ”

In the midst of the discussions, many people bet the dragon coin on the seventh-level martial artist. And on Xue Yi's side, there are almost no people.

It was Wu Yingzi, who glanced at those people and said in his mouth: "I don't know the goods." Then he resolutely came to the betting table, took out all the more than 30 dragon coins on his body, and bet on the big "eight".

Ding Li was not far behind, and took out all the hundreds of dragon coins on his body and bet them on Xue Yi.

As Xue Yi's brothers, of course they can't bet on their opponents.

Even if they knew that Xue Yi was going to lose, they would still bet on their brothers, not to mention that it was not certain who would lose and who would win now.

The surrounding bettors couldn't help but laugh mockingly when they saw that the two hairy boys were betting on the dragoon.

"These two boys must be the eldest young master, they haven't seen much of the world, and they don't know much about the level of dragon knights and warriors, so they bet on it recklessly, hehe. ”

"I really don't know if these two boys have their brains in water, how can a fourth-level dragoon be the opponent of a seventh-level martial artist. Isn't it death that they are betting on dragoons?"

"If you don't die, you won't die, they are obviously the rhythm of death. ”

"Two idiots. ”

......

Hearing the ridicule around him, Ding Li glared at those people angrily, and even had to do it directly a few times.

Wu Yingzi smiled and said to Ding Li: "If you have the ability, you can kill them all, otherwise you will stay honest, don't drag down my Brother Xue, a mouse poop has hurt a pot of soup." ”

Ding Li glared at Wu Yingzi fiercely, but he was helpless against Wu Yingzi.

Besides, in this kind of place, he really didn't dare to make a rash move, otherwise the three of them wouldn't want to get out of the dragon arena tonight.

Xue Yi heard himself being called on the field, he withdrew from the visualization state, opened his eyes, yawned, and slowly stood up. Straighten out the number plate on your chest and walk to the entrance of the Colosseum.

At the entrance, there are two warriors holding one green and one green stone. The light cast from the cyan stone can verify the level of the dragon knight, and the light cast by the green stone can verify the rank of the warrior.

When Xue Yi and the seventh-level martial artist verified their ranks, they all entered the gladiatorial arena and took their places, everyone on the sidelines began to talk again.

"Didn't you say that Eight was a dragoon, why didn't you see his dragon?"

"Could it be that his dragon egg hasn't hatched yet?"

"What the hell is that? The dragon rider who has not yet hatched the dragon eggs will have half of his strength discounted. This is the rhythm of fighting against a seventh-level martial artist and being killed in minutes. ”

"This may be a young master who doesn't open his eyes and thinks it's fun to come here to play tricks, and he doesn't know how thick the sky is. I don't think I need to fight, just lie down like the two on the sidelines. ”

......

In the midst of the discussion, many people who had just wondered if there was something strange took advantage of the last opportunity to bet on No. 7.

A dragon rider who has not hatched a dragon egg will be killed by a seventh-level martial artist in less than half a minute.

So when the betting time is closed, the odds for eight and seven are 87 to 1.

In other words, except for Wu Yingzi and Ding Li, almost everyone bet on that seventh-level martial artist.

As he spoke, the bronze bell on the sidelines had already struck, indicating the beginning of the gladiatorial fight. The spectators on the sidelines were not much interested in watching the gladiatorial fight. In their minds, it was simply a battle between adults and children. The result is already doomed, there is nothing to see at all.

In the field, the seventh-level martial artist held a sword in both hands, and his face was covered with a cyan birthmark. He looked at Xue Yi, with disdain on his face: "Are you here to give me a bonus?"

Xue Yi laughed lazily, and while monitoring this person's every move with his soul, he replied, "I'm sorry, I'm here to collect the bonus." ”

"Hahahaha...... What an arrogant tone, it's just a fourth-level dragoon......"

The man laughed because of Xue Yi's arrogance, and he didn't take Xue Yi seriously in his tone at all.

But before he could finish speaking, he struck suddenly, as fast as lightning.

Xue Yi couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

He had never encountered such a battle before, and he suddenly attacked in the middle of his words, which caught people off guard. If those students in the academy came, I am afraid that they would have already been dealt with before they could make a move. The role of the dragon fighting arena is really not easy to match.

However, Xue Yi was not one of those students, he had already walked on the edge of life and death several times when he was in Longyuan Mountain.

Seeing that the man's double knives stabbed at his eyes and the root of his life, he was already less than half a foot away from his body in an instant.

Xue Yi did not panic, but suddenly raised his legs, his feet were like electricity, and kicked at the chest of the seventh-level martial artist.

When it comes to speed, no one can be faster than the Thunder Dragon Knight.

The seventh-level martial artist obviously didn't expect Xue Yi's speed to be so fast, and he was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly retreated, while crossing his arms to defend in front of his chest.

Bang -

With a muffled sound, the seventh-level martial artist took five steps back, and then he stood firm, and his chest was churning with qi and blood.

Rao is timely change of moves, his arms defended, and he retreated and unloaded his strength, but he still received the strength of Xue Yi Sancheng. And just this thirty percent of the strength made him almost unable to hold on, and his fighting spirit was sluggish.

This kid's strength is so great, where does he look like a fourth-level dragoon, in terms of strength alone, it is equivalent to a seventh-level dragoon. And he also has a lot of combat experience, and after I paralyzed him with words, I suddenly attacked, and he was unexpectedly recognized and reacted. It seems that I underestimated this kid just now.

The audience's eyes fell to the ground at this point.

In their minds, a seventh-level martial artist fighting a fourth-level dragoon is still a dragoon who hasn't even hatched a dragon egg, and it can be done in minutes. Unexpectedly, as soon as the two came into contact in the first round, the dragoon not only had nothing to do, but also completely gained the upper hand. What makes sense of this?

In fact, Xue Yi was also very surprised at this time.

The blow he hit just now, if it was an ordinary martial artist, it would be impossible to react at all, and he would inevitably be really hit. But this martial artist reacted extremely quickly, changed his moves quickly, and in the end only suffered three percent of his own strength, and there was no major problem.

It seems that these people in the gladiatorial arena are really not ordinary goods.

Thinking of this, the purple light on Xue Yi's fists flickered, and the thunder attribute dragon power flowed.

The seventh-level martial artist also had a fighting spirit surging on his body, forming a layer of white shield. At the same time, the white fighting spirit on both fists was beating, and it seemed that he could get out of his hands at any time.

This is the hallmark of a seventh-level martial artist: the release of fighting spirit.

When the level reaches level seven, the warrior can use various moves to unleash his fighting energy to attack the enemy.

Xue Yi saw that the opponent had already condensed his fighting energy, how could he let him release it, an arrow leaped towards the seventh-level martial artist, jumped up with the momentum of the forward rush, and the person was in the air, and with a punch, he blasted towards the fighting qi light cover. His fists were so sharp that they made a whistling sound.

Hit the seventh move - the dragon explores the sea!

The seventh-level martial artist had almost condensed the Dou Qi Bullet, so naturally it would not be affected by Xue Yi's fist. Moreover, he was protected by a fighting aura shield, and he was not afraid of Xue Yi's fists at all.

Bang -

With a crisp sound, Xue Yi slammed his fist on the dou qi mask.

Click――

Four cracks instantly appeared on the mask, and from these four cracks, more tiny cracks radiated.

When all the audience saw this scene, their hearts trembled.

Many of them knew how strong the defense of the light shield of the seventh-level martial artist was, even if it was the full force of the young dragon, it might not be able to break the light shield, and it was even more impossible for the dragon rider.

But this kid actually punched the defensive light shield of a seventh-level martial artist out of the crack, this is too strong, right?

The seventh-level martial artist originally thought that with the shield defense, he could condense the Dou Qi Bomb with peace of mind. He didn't expect Xue Yi to blast the light mask out of several cracks with a single punch, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. Under this shock, the douqi bomb that had just been condensed disappeared again.

Xue Yi wanted this effect, one punch was successful, without stopping, and the second punch was even more powerful, and it slammed down again towards the light mask......