This time when he entered the Hero Ring, Meng Bai was different from the past, because he also carried an immortal knife on his back.

"Data scanning, found that the weapon is a wooden broken knife, a special material, and a third-order quality, please name it!"

The prompt sounded, and a broken knife that kept floating and rotating appeared in front of Meng Bai's eyes, and he spoke without hesitation, "Immortal Knife!"

"The naming is successful, do you need to alienate the image and cover up the roots?"

"No need to be alienated, just change to the complete body before it is broken!"

"The modification is complete, please check!" With the prompt sound, the broken knife in front of Meng Bai has been completely restored.

At this moment, the Immortal Knife had already reached four feet and five inches, and its length had increased by one foot and three inches. And its color has also changed from dark green to green, like a piece of jade carving, glowing with slight fluorescence. At first glance, it doesn't look like a practical tool, but like a work of art on display.

Meng Bai was very satisfied with the complete state of the Immortal Knife, and felt that with this knife in his hand, his family would be like a tiger with wings. Sharpening combat power is one thing, and in addition to making money, there will inevitably be new breakthroughs.

After entering the hero ring, Meng Bai rushed straight to the No. 200 ring.

This is the number one in the third-order arena area, bringing together the best of the entire Xia Xing's third-order, which can be described as a strong cloud.

Of course, because of this, it's not easy to get in. However, unlike other rings that need to be grabbed sooner or later, there is no need to grab here, relying on strength or financial resources. Out of a thousand, you either have to take out 100,000 chips at once and be ready to bet on them, or you have to beat the gatekeeper here.

This is not a rule set by the heroes, but it is spontaneously formed by these top third-order masters who entered early. Because the fourth-order innate is a big threshold for martial arts to cultivate, many people may not be able to cross it in their lifetime. Therefore, more than half of the third-order martial artists have already started to work, and there are many people whose job content is to compete in the hero ring.

However, this kind of ordinary ring competition is naturally unstable in income, and their targets are all real heroes, that is, the kind in which the Qingluan fairy Su Xin and the witch Zhou Li'er participate. The hero can accommodate 100,000 spectators, and tickets need to be charged to enter the game, and the ticket revenue will be part of the profit to both sides of the game, even if they lose, the income is also very high.

Of course, it's people who want more. A third-order powerhouse is too close to an ordinary martial artist, unless he has extraordinary popularity, the possibility of a full venue is very small, and the tickets will not be sold out. In this case, in order to increase their income, they naturally want to accept more local tyrants and buy high-priced tickets to cheer them on. Therefore, such rules have the essence of interests.

For this, Meng Bai himself has no prejudice, for him, the strength of the martial artist is the most important thing, whether it is strong enough, whether it can play a better role in sharpening, is the core of his choice of the ring.

In the No. 200 ring, there are very few young people, most of them are professional martial artists, and there are even many old guys who have been immersed in the third order for decades, and they are extremely innocent after a lifetime. Even some innate martial artists may not be able to defeat them.

Before, Meng Bai had just entered the third order, and he had not yet achieved the cultivation of his veins, and he thought that his family was not qualified to come here, but now, he thought it was time to accept a harsher and more intense tempering.

Meng Bai had just approached the No. 200 ring room when he was stopped by a middle-aged strong man with a beard on his face outside the door.

His name is Chen Zhong, his name is Hungry Tiger, a third-order liquid realm, cultivating "Black Evil Technique", "Tiger Roar Refining Body Fist", and "Ghost Knife", the specific age is unknown, but he is already a veteran with two years of experience in hero fighting. He has a vicious image and ruthless methods, and every time he plays, as long as the opponent fails to admit defeat directly, he will use a ghost knife to divide the opponent's body.

Such a situation made many opponents whose strength was above him have a lot of pressure when facing him, and finally played abnormally and lost under his hands. After all, it is still largely peaceful, with little external pressure. However, there are many local tyrant viewers who love this kind of bloody scene and have a lot of cheers, so every time Chen Zhong fights a hero, the ticket income is good.

Today, he is quite unhappy. Because, he is responsible for guarding the door outside.

The rules of guarding the door of the No. 200 ring are very simple, that is, the lowest ranking among the martial artists other than the local tyrants is to guard. If you are not convinced, then challenge the high ranking, and the loser will defend it. Today, it is very unfortunate that among the more than 100 martial artists who came, they were all ranked higher than him.

Moreover, after fighting here for a long time, no one knows who knows the bottom line, and he doesn't have to fight, Chen Zhong knows that he can't win. So it can only guard the door.

Some people may wonder, can't we just leave here? Sorry, but you can't, but if you leave because you've been lined up to guard the door, then Ring 200 will no longer be open for you. You will also be completely isolated by these third-order powerhouses. Therefore, Chen Zhong can only accept today's fate.

"Stop!" Chen Zhong spoke, although his voice was rough, but it was also polite, "This son should know the rules!"

"Clear!" Meng Bai nodded.

"Then take it out!"

Meng Bai knew that Chen Zhong was referring to 100,000 betting chips. However, it was a special pass for local tyrants, and Meng Bai was going to come in as a real martial artist, so naturally he would not prepare. At the time, he shook his head and said, "No!"

"Boy, do you dare to trick me?" Chen Zhong was instantly furious, with a big hand, and the bones of his body and bones were ringing, as if whistling.

Meng Bai took a step back and avoided it, "Whoever has the time to play you, I'm going to fight in the ring!"

"You mean to break through the door?" In an instant, Chen Zhong's anger stopped, and surprise appeared on his face.

"That's right!"

He was already impatient to guard the door here, and the only fighting opportunity for the gatekeeper was to wait for the newcomer to break in. Every day is different, and the gatekeeper is naturally different, sometimes the goalkeeper is lower, and sometimes the goalkeeper is higher. Generally speaking, newcomers will do research, and if the gatekeeper is strong, he will basically not come, so as not to find abuse. After all, the stronger the person, the greater the anger in his heart because of guarding the door.

Among the more than 2,000 martial artists in the No. 200 ring, Chen Zhong ranks roughly around 500, which can be regarded as the upper echelon. He thought he was completely out of action today. Unexpectedly, Meng Bai came over and was so stunned. Although, judging from Meng Bai's regressive light skills, there are still a few brushes under his hands, but a young man, how much combat experience he has, just enough for him to vent his emotions.

"Great, then come with me!" As he spoke, Chen Zhong couldn't wait to turn around and enter the No. 200 ring room.

As for Chen Zhong's thoughts, Meng Bai could naturally think of them. However, he will not let Chen Zhong get his wish so easily.