Before the blood stains and corpse debris on the stage had been cleaned up, the second round of fighting began, and the surrounding area was clamoring again.

Tao Ziru sat on pins and needles, secretly blaming himself for not asking Liang Nanxi about the people and things in this Ling'an City.

The gates of the other two corners of the corresponding six-pointed star opened, and on one side was a man in his twenties and on the other an old man in his forties and fifties.

His bone age did not appear to be more than fifty, but his hair was gray and his skin was shriveled, and he looked like he was nearly a hundred years old. It was in stark contrast to the middle-aged man opposite, and he made a judgment.

But Tao Zi misjudged, and the man next to him explained to Tao Zi with a smile: "That shriveled slave's name is Jin Yi, and he was the king of the gladiatorial arena ten years ago. ”

Tao Zi looked at him in surprise, not knowing how he could see through his thoughts.

She brushed her facial expression and didn't answer.

The man was not annoyed, and continued to say in a voice that was not too big but Tao Zi could definitely hear: "You are a nobleman, right, why are you sitting here?"

Tao Zi didn't even turn his head this time, although this person seemed to have no cultivation, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

I'm afraid that he also hides his cultivation, and his cultivation should not be under him.

She motioned for Yuan Qi to take precautions, but what she showed was looking nervously at the arena.

On the field, the shriveled old man and the middle-aged man fought together, the man had a huge brute force, and his fist grazed the old man's chin from top to bottom, bringing up a string of blood flowers, the old man was in pain, and he was about to fall backwards, but in the end he stopped the trend and turned behind the middle-aged strong man.

This skill is quite agile among mortals.

Tao Zi's eyes flashed with admiration, but he began to calculate the combat power of the monks in this Colosseum.

If...... I want to ruin this fight, can I do it?

The man in the feather coat should be at least a monk in the early stage of Jindan, and there are also many foundation building and even Jindan monks in the noble seat, and most of the heralds and those who maintain order in the field are Qi refining monks.

So even if you can't kill these people yourself, you can still find a way to ruin this fight with medicine.

However, even if he could destroy the fight, would the slaves on the walls and on the mountains be able to live? Will they be angered and die more?

Tao Zi was anxious, and he was eager to find someone to find out what the casualties of these slaves used to worship the Star God were before.

But now she is Yuan Qi on one side, and the unpredictable man on the other.

Well, since you see it, no matter what the result is, let's destroy it first. She made up her mind and began to study the structure and defense of the arena further, and it seemed that there was indeed no formation......

She was thinking about it, the old man in the field was finally knocked down by the middle-aged man, as long as he waved his fist at the old man a few more times, the old man was doomed to die silently.

But at the last moment, he hesitated.

His fist didn't fall for a long time, but his eyes were red and he stared at the old man, who was lying on his back, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth......

The nobleman of the wooden team behind the man in the prime of life began to curse, telling him to kill the old slave quickly.

But the middle-aged man not only did not drop his fist, but knelt down in front of the shriveled old man, crying bitterly and saying, "Daddy......"

The design of this Colosseum was originally easy to amplify the sound on the platform, not to mention that Tao Zi was still a monk, she was shocked in her heart, it turned out that this was a father and son.

The Wanluo flowers in her hands began to scatter.

"Well, was your mother taken to the city wall? Kill me, take care of your mother and your younger siblings......" The shriveled old man sat up, patted the shoulder of the middle-aged man, and slapped his own Tianling cover with one palm before the middle-aged man had time to react.

Suddenly, he was bleeding from all his orifices and fell straight backwards.

The man in the prime of life mourned, holding his father's corpse in pain.

But there was still a lot of boos outside the court, still complaining that the competition was not exciting enough.

The entire Colosseum covers a large area, and it takes a lot of effort for the mist rising from Wanluo to envelop the whole arena. The man in the feather coat then announced that the hundred slaves representing the gold team would sacrifice to the star god, and Tao Zi watched helplessly at the beginning of the third battle.

This time, it's a teenager and a girl.

The boy was unlike any slave he had ever seen before, he had a fair complexion, a slender body, and a graceful gesture.

He was not like a slave, but like a nobleman.

But the girl opposite was not fascinated by his demeanor, her face was dark, and there was a lot of mud sticking to it, but her eyes were as bright as stars, and she said to the young man: "Fuqiu Gongzi, I didn't expect you to have today." I've worked hard to get this qualification, I just want to tear you up with my own hands!"

The young man smiled faintly, and his gestures were still light: "Please advise, Miss Mimu." ”

The originally dissatisfied people in the venue were cheered up, these two people were none other than the two most well-known nobles in the city. The man next to Tao Zi said to Tao Zi again: "Fuqiu Gongzi and Mimu Girl are both nobles in the city, and the two have a marriage contract, but once they become slaves, they will never be able to turn over." ”

Seeing that Tao Zi didn't answer, he was not annoyed, but continued: "Actually, Miss Mimu doesn't have to fight for this qualification to play, she can still be a camp prostitute if she doesn't fight, but fighting is just a dead end." Moreover, for the Floating Hill Prince, becoming a slave is already the greatest revenge. ”

He looked at Tao Zi and asked again, "Fellow Daoist, but you have returned from studying in the Hongsu Continent?"

Tao Zimeng looked at him sideways, what he just said was "Daoyou", his cultivation has been completely suppressed, he can actually see that he has cultivation, this person is really a powerful monk.

She retracted her gaze and said lightly, "I don't want to." Then he turned his head again to look into the field.

Hongsu Continent is the only way for all monks in this realm, because only there can they obtain the only inheritance of the Dao Law, Tao Zi thought, maybe in the future, he can pretend to be a monk who came here from Hongsu Continent to practice.

The son in the field is elegant, the girl is ruthless, and the two are inseparable.

Before everyone knew it, the fog gradually began to rise, but the Colosseum was huge, and the fog covered less than a tenth of the area.

"Puff", it was the sound of a sharp sword entering the flesh, and Fuqiu Song's sword was firmly inserted into Mimu Feifei's chest. To add to the spectacle of the battle, the two of them were allowed to use swords.

Fuqiu Song pulled out his sword, walked to Mimu Feifei, and gently helped her up: "Feifei, all the hardships have passed, your family was not framed by me, and your brother was not killed by me." ”

He hugged the bleeding Mimu Feifei to his chest and kissed her forehead gently: "Feifei, I will avenge your revenge, I hope we can still meet since we were young in the next life." I'm sure I won't lose you again. ”

This time, the surrounding boos were reversed, but there was a round of applause, especially those aristocratic women, how long had they not seen the Song of Fuqiu?

Along with their cheers, there was also a roar outside the Colosseum!

The man in the feather coat was horrified, how could there be a commotion outside?