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Everything in the world is good and evil.

In the hearts of those remote people, Tianjing City is a holy place full of gold and obtainable places, but in the hearts of the world's hearts, it is also extremely dark in the city like a holy place in the world.

The Dragon Arena, located in the middle of Xuanwu Street in Tianjing City, has a history of more than 1,000 years underground, and is a very famous underground arena in the whole of Daxia and even on the whole continent.

Here, every night, a dozen or more lives die in the cheers of the audience, and every night a large amount of gold and silver gathers from all directions.

According to the gossip revealed by a small steward of the Dragon Arena after he was drunk, every night, the money circulating in the Dragon Arena reached more than three million taels of gold!

"How's that, you look a little nervous?"

At the registration office of the Dragon Arena players, Lord Wen was wearing a hooded black cloak, tilting his head sideways and looking at Qin Yin, who was wearing a black tight-fitting samurai uniform and a silver mask on his face, and asked.

"It's not nervousness, it's excitement. Qin Yin, who was covered by a silver mask with two-thirds of his face, and was dressed in a black tight-fitting military uniform that outlined the muscles and flesh on his body to the fullest, did not glance at Lord Wen, but took a deep breath, feeling the faint bloody breath in the air, and the blood in his body seemed to have detonated, giving him an urge to look up to the sky and roar.

"Hey, Qin Yin, you have to think clearly before, there are only two ways to go up, either life or death, and now that you have reached the level of martial artist, you have crossed the minimum threshold of inheriting your parents' titles, if you are willing to live a peaceful life, you can think about it, and if you rush to power, although you can sharpen your martial arts skills and increase your experience against the enemy, it is also possible for you to die or be disabled, and the titles and property that have been obtained are all lost. ”

Feeling the powerful battle intent in Qin Yin's words, Lord Wen's face was full of seriousness.

"If it had been two months ago, or my greatest hope would have been to be able to enter the martial arts level in order to inherit my father's title and the huge fortune left by my parents, but since I have seen the true strength of martial artists, I have found that it is more exciting to pursue eternity in the martial arts, to defeat one opponent after another who is stronger than me, than to get a marquis with no real power and a large sum of money. ”

The corners of Qin Yin's mouth curled up with an evil smile, and a touch of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

After getting the Taixuan root seal, the short-sighted, cowardly and inferior Qin Yin had already died, and he had seen the power of martial arts, the earth-shattering strength of martial artists, the deeds of the legendary and legendary powerhouses, the power of the world, and money could no longer restrain Qin Yin's heart, and his eyes that were covered by the ignorance of the red dust returned to clarity.

I want to become stronger, stronger, stronger! I want to go up to the moon for nine days, and catch turtles in the four seas! I want to ride the wind and the sky, and swim in the void!

Qin Yin exhaled deeply, holding his heart that was almost jumping out of his chest, and a trace of ambition that had never appeared before flooded in his heart.

"Uh-huh, it seems that you have already thought about it thoroughly, then you can go in, I will help you think of your nickname, just call it the silver-faced man!"

Lord Wen nodded, pointed to the mask on Qin Yin's face, and then whispered close to Qin Yin's ear:

"Also, you can't lose, I'm putting all my private money on you, just waiting for you to make me a big money. ”

"How many?" Qin Yin raised his eyebrows and asked with his head tilted sideways.

"It's not much, it's only 36 million taels. ”

"Silver?"

"It's full of red gold. ”

“......”

Qin Yin took a deep breath and endured the shock in his heart, he didn't expect that the county lord Wen in front of him, who covered his face with a black cloak, was so rich, and casually took out 36 million taels of gold, with such a prosperous national strength in Great Xia, he could only earn three or four hundred million taels of gold in taxes a year, that is, Lord Wen took out one-tenth of the annual tax in Great Xia!

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Qin Yin said with a calm face: "After winning, I want seventy percent!"

"Hiss......"

This time it was the turn of Lord Wen to take a breath, how did she not think that this kid in front of her, who was just a broken household not long ago, would dare to open his mouth widely, and this mouth was so huge, didn't he know that the capital was all transferred from the working capital of all the family's industries behind his father's back?

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, or the county lord, are you willing to give the nearly forty million gold to the Dragon Arena?" A shallow smile appeared on the corner of Qin Yin's mouth, but this smile made the county lord Wen have the idea of smashing him with a punch.

Lord Wen hurriedly took a few deep breaths, suppressed the impulse in his heart, and said almost through gritted teeth: "Whew...... Seventy percent is impossible, at most fifty percent will be given to you, otherwise, I would rather not suppress it! Hmph, I will put all my weight on you but I will be at risk of losing all my money!"

The corners of Qin Yin's mouth curled, and he spit out two words: "Deal!"

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The dragon arena is very large, with a circular gladiatorial arena in the center, surrounded by seats in the shape of a circular staircase, and a pillar of fire standing ten zhang high every five steps, illuminating the entire arena as if it were daylight.

Qin Yin stood silently in the center of a group of gladiators who were full of stench, and a layer of white cold air emanated from him, making the surrounding gladiators extremely nervous and surprised.

Every year on the eve of the Young Dragon Show, there will be some mysterious gladiators who cover their faces to join the gladiatorial competition in the Dragon Arena, these people do not participate for a long time, but the time of each year is almost fixed at those twenty days or so, so that in the gladiatorial arena competition gradually formed a similar to the finals of the general event - the Dark Martial Arts Competition.

Every year, during the Dark Martial Arts Tournament, countless warriors from all over the world who are ready to pan for gold or find employers in the Dark Martial Arts Tournament.

"Hmm, this person's aura and dress are so similar to mine, is he also ......?"

Qin Yin, who was silently observing his surroundings, suddenly stared at him, and his gaze fell on a gladiator wearing a red military uniform and an iron mask.

Although this red-clothed gladiator couldn't see his face clearly, from the familiar momentum on his body, he could see that even if he was not the prince and grandson, he was also the son of those nobles in Tianjing City.

"There's more than one!"

Not far from the red-clothed gladiator, another green-clothed gladiator also looked towards Qin Yin, and as soon as his eyes made contact with Qin Yin, he actually showed a cruel smile.

"Sure enough, as mentioned by Lord Wen, some royal children will use the dark martial arts competition in the Dragon Arena to see blood, and at the same time sharpen their hearts, and they can also use this opportunity to kill some other royal children who also come to participate in underground gladiatorial fights, so as to reduce the occurrence of accidents in the young dragon martial arts. ”

Qin Yin had a sneer on his face, licked the corners of his mouth, and said fiercely in his heart: "It's just that if you treat me Qin Yin as a soft persimmon, I will definitely surprise you!"