Chen Yi once said that this gladiatorial arena of monks is not only a contest between monks and monks, but also a contest between slaves and beasts, and between slaves and slaves.

Xu Qingfeng had always thought that it was a contest between mortal slaves and beasts, or between mortal slaves and mortal slaves, but he never thought that it would be a monk who was captured, sold into slaves, and then sent to this gladiatorial arena to make money.

I didn't expect that it was the fierce beast in this monk's dueling arena, not an ordinary fierce beast, but this kind of demon beast comparable to a monk.

The iron mask on the head of the monk slave must have been designed to prevent him from being recognized and to free him from the arena.

However, according to the situation when he beat Nauraso just now, even if anyone knew the monk slave in that scene, he probably wouldn't meddle in his affairs, and this gladiatorial arena, putting on an iron mask for the monk slave, just didn't want to cause some unnecessary trouble.

"It's the Flame Lion, you're definitely right this time, damn slave, you're definitely going to die. ”

Behind Xu Qingfeng, a young man with a white turban on his head shouted excitedly.

It turned out that this demon beast was called the Flame Lion, but this turban man was very vicious, and he actually hoped that the demon beast would kill the monk slave, but then Xu Qingfeng reacted, this turban man came to make a bet, he should have bet on the slave monk to fail, then of course he hoped that the object of his bet could win, regardless of whether it was a man or a demon beast who won in the end.

The Flaming Lion rushed in front of the Slave Monk, opening its jaws and spewing out a cloud of red flames that could be felt by anyone outside the shield.

The slave monk did not back down, and with a wave of his chained arm, he punched the flaming lion.

"Boom!"

The Flame Lion also did not dodge, but collided face-to-face with the monk slave.

Flames flew into the sky, and the Slave Monk and the Flaming Lion parted at the same time.

The slave monk's whole body was burned by the flames, but he shook his body unhurriedly, and a layer of white light emanated from his body, extinguishing all the flames on his body.

"Damn, it's the people of the Sochiv family in Kitahara. ”

Xu Qingfeng heard that the man in the turban seemed to know this slave monk, so he hurriedly turned his head and asked, "Do you know this person?"

The man in turban shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I know that he is a member of the Sochiv family, and this family is best at frost magic, and this time he may have bet on the wrong person again." ”

Xu Qingfeng saw that this turban man really knew which family this slave monk was, so he asked with some curiosity: "Since you know which family this person is, why don't you inform his family and rescue him from this gladiatorial arena." ”

The man in the turban, who was sighing and sighing, immediately looked at Xu Qingfeng with an idiotic look and said, "Are you a fool, or are you crazy?"

Xu Qingfeng said curtly: "I just arrived in Sun City, I don't know the rules here, please forgive me." ”

Only then did the turban man relax his face and said: "As long as he becomes a slave, who can save him, and put this iron mask on him, in fact, he doesn't want this guy to point out the person who sold him, do you think he is worried that others will recognize him?"

Besides, the people of the Sochiv family in the Northern Plains, they don't care about this slave in this gladiatorial arena, why should I bother with this idle matter, maybe this slave was sold by their family itself!"

Xu Qingfeng was not surprised at all when he heard that this slave might have been sold by someone from his own family.

Sometimes the people in the family are more vicious than the people outside, just like the family that was a mother, framed by the current Huzhou Xu family, but what he couldn't figure out was why the gladiatorial arena was not worried that the identities of these slaves would be discovered.

"Brother, why doesn't this gladiatorial arena worry about others and recognize the identities of these slaves?"

The turban man said helplessly: "How can you not know such a simple thing! This gladiatorial arena does not directly buy and sell slaves, they only provide venues, take commissions and open casinos, and these slaves are all provided by those slave traders. ”

"Is it possible that the Colosseum and those slave traders are secretly colluding?"

The man in the turban glanced at Xu Qingfeng, quietly distanced himself from Xu Qingfeng, shook his head and sighed and walked to the side, not wanting to talk to Xu Qingfeng like this anymore, as if he said a word more, he would become as stupid as Xu Qingfeng.

Xu Qingfeng knew that he was speechless, is this not clear? The gladiatorial arena will not only definitely collude with slave traders, but also there must be slave traders who secretly have their own.

The monk slave and the flaming lion on the dueling platform have been fighting to the point of white heat, and both sides have not had too many tricks, they all collide directly with their bodies, but the speed of the collision is getting faster and faster, and the protective shield of the entire dueling platform is shaking, and flames are flying everywhere.

Xu Qingfeng felt that this was very boring, but others didn't, seeing the relish, including He Shengcai, they were all blushing, dancing and shouting, and he didn't know what could make him excited, he didn't make a bet, and he didn't know the people on the field.

"Roar!"

The Flame Lion on the field suddenly roared wildly, Xu Qingfeng looked at it, only to find that the slave monk had wrapped the neck of the Flame Lion with the iron chain in his hand, and then desperately threw it to the ground.

The chain in the slave's hand was no longer made of what material, but he could ignore the flames of the Flame Lion and let the flames burn, but it was never melted, and finally the flames on the Flame Lion slowly extinguished, and the slave monk killed the Flame Lion on the dueling platform.

The turban man suddenly collapsed to the ground, crying and shouting: "Oh my God, my whole net worth, this is the damn Sochiv family!

Xu Qingfeng listened to it funny, what is the matter with the Sochiv family, you have to bet on all your net worth, isn't there a saying called ten gambles and nine empty?

In fact, there were many people crying like Nonov around, and the people next to him were not surprised, and they all ignored the voices of these people.

Xu Qingfeng didn't want to care, but Nonov suddenly got up, ran to him and said, "Brother, did you just say that you just arrived in Sun City?"

Xu Qingfeng didn't know what Nonov was going to do, and replied a little blankly: "That's right." ”

Nonov immediately showed an excited look and said, "You can hire me as a guide! I only need a small amount of money, I will go out to find food myself, and I am very familiar with this Sun City." ”

Xu Qingfeng thought about it, he really seemed to need a local man to be a guide, although this Nonov loved to gamble, but with the fact that he could find himself to hire him as a guide in a short period of time, it was enough to show that this person had a flexible mind, and just now he recognized the identity of the slave monk at a glance, which can also show that he has extraordinary knowledge.