When everyone looked up, they actually came to the fighting ground of the Yanyang Sect, and they couldn't help but feel depressed. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"How did you get here?"

"Alas, it seems that these beauties and young men have come to challenge the martial arts arena. ”

"If you want to enter the martial arts arena, you have to hand over the spirit stone, we are not so generous, let's go!"

"Hehe, let's go, it's hard to see such a few big beauties, even if I spend some spirit stones, I have to follow in to see enough." ”

"You...... I'm really convinced!"

Everyone dispersed helplessly, but there were still dozens of young martial artists who had good deeds and followed Ye Chen and the others into the death arena.

Anyone who enters the martial arts arena, whether they are martial artists or not, must pay a high-grade spirit stone.

A high-grade spirit stone is nothing to a powerful martial artist.

But for those who have low cultivation, as well as mortals who don't cultivate martial arts, it is a big price, enough to discourage them.

It is precisely by virtue of this method that the martial arts arena rejects those who simply watch the excitement.

Therefore, anyone who enters the martial arts arena is basically a martial artist with cultivation.

And to enter the death arena, you need to pay more spirit stones, reaching ten high-level spirit stones!

Ye Chen and his entourage had a total of twelve people, and he directly paid one hundred and twenty high-grade spirit stones and walked into the death arena.

As long as there are spirit stones, the guards don't ask about their identities at all, anyway, those who can come here are the ones who plan to challenge.

The warriors inside are also all strong, and there are many guards, so there is no need to worry about anyone making trouble.

In fact, no one dared to come here to make trouble, because once they were under siege, they would not be able to get out of the fighting arena at all.

The arena is a large circular building, with a circle of spectator seats on all sides, and a huge arena in the middle.

There are a total of ten fighting platforms on these fields, and they are relatively independent in the face, which is the specification of the death arena.

Ye Chen and the others found a place on the third floor of the viewing seat and sat down.

At this moment, the ten rings in the death arena are all being challenged.

Twenty warriors were divided into ten pairs and fought each other to the death.

Ye Chen was holding a sign in his hand, which briefly introduced the challenge rules of the death arena.

At the end of each competition, the person who holds this sign can start the challenge.

It's like an auction, but there's no scramble, and whoever speaks first can qualify for the challenge.

Whoever kills the opponent wins, and can receive a spirit stone rewarded in the death arena.

This kind of reward is much higher than that of a living arena, and it is said that it is at least ten times higher.

Ye Chen stared intently at the ten rings, and the martial artists who fought in each ring were all above the ninth layer of the Spirit Marrow Realm, and most of them had reached the tenth layer.

Even, there are martial artists of the Great Perfection of the Spirit Marrow Realm fighting.

In addition to the warriors who came to challenge, the death arena has its own cultivated dead soldiers, which is equivalent to the champion here.

However, their status is not high, and they are called war slaves.

Because they can only fight in the death arena until they die.

In order to survive, they naturally have to exert their strongest means and strength, and use all kinds of methods to kill their opponents.

This also leads to the fact that the strength of each dead soldier is extremely strong, and he often has the strength to kill the enemy beyond the ranks.

However, no matter how strong the dead soldier is, he will inevitably die in the end.

Because there are always some warriors, whose strength is above them, kill them and receive spirit stone rewards.

Soon, a competition was over.

A martial artist of the tenth layer of the Spirit Marrow Realm was killed by a war slave of the ninth layer of the Spirit Marrow Realm, and his death was extremely miserable.

A steward-looking man landed in the ring and routinely announced the rules.

"This battle slave wins!"

"The winner will be rewarded with one hundred high-grade spirit stones, and the winner will double the reward for each consecutive victory!"

"The challenger needs to pay a life and death deposit, and one hundred high-grade spirit stones!"

"The next challenger is invited to the stage!" As soon as the steward finished speaking, the crowd began to shout frantically.

But before they could speak, someone had already won the game.

Ye Chen's figure flickered, appeared in the ring, and showed the token in his hand.

"This one, I'll come!"

The steward glanced Ye Chen up and down, and saw that he only had a fifth-level cultivation in the Spirit Marrow Realm, and couldn't help but feel a little contempt.

"This son, are you tired of being crooked? You dare to go to the death arena to challenge you with such a little cultivation, I think you can choke enough to go to the living arena!"

The steward showed no mercy and sneered directly at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen sneered, "Since you dare to come, you are naturally sure, don't be verbose, this is a deposit of one hundred high-grade spirit stones, take it, don't waste time!"

The steward frowned and glanced at Ye Chen a few times, and quickly took the spirit stone.

"Hehe, I've never seen someone who is so anxious to die!"

He shook his head and sneered, soared into the air, and returned to the steward's seat opposite.

Seeing this scene, many warriors watching the battle were suddenly surprised.

"See, a guy from the fifth layer of the Spirit Marrow Realm actually challenged the war slave of the ninth layer of the Spirit Marrow Realm!"

"His grandmother's is really tired and crooked, this is simply suicide!"

"Seeing that he can't wait, and he is in such a hurry to pay the deposit, it's really stupid!"

"Whatever, can't people have a lot of money? Can't people have cheap lives?"

A cold taunt rang out from the crowd, and everyone immediately burst into laughter.

On the third-floor viewing seat, Yue Yan's eyes flashed, staring intently at the ring where Ye Chen was.

She had carefully observed the battle just now.

Although that ninth-layer war slave of the Spirit Marrow Realm was strong and cruel, if she fought her, she was sure to kill the other party within five moves.

After observing for a moment, she shook her head and smiled, her expression calm.

In the case that everyone was not optimistic about Ye Chen, only she was extremely calm.

Feng Qiuhan and Ao Yingnan were actually a little worried, but they had more confidence in Ye Chen, knowing that since Ye Chen chose to make a move, he naturally had his certainty.

On the top floor of the death arena, on a dimly lit seat, several middle-aged men watched Ye Chen's ring from afar.

"Is it really that Ye Chen from Heavenly Dragon City?"

"That's right, it's him!"

"Good boy, we haven't done it yet, he sent it to the door first!"

"What should I do?"

"What else can I do? Since he dares to step into the ring of the death arena, don't think about getting out alive!"

"Go! Transfer the best war slave, and you must not let him leave alive!"

"Subordinates understand!" a young warrior hurried away.

Ye Chen and the ninth-order war slaves of the Spirit Marrow Realm looked at each other, and the eyes of both sides erupted with strong battle intent.

The difference is that Ye Chen's eyes burst out with strong confidence, calm, and a faint hint of anger.

This is the anger of the Burning Sun Sect!

And in the eyes of that war slave, what erupted was a shocking killing intent!