"Hou Yi and Kuafu, what is the origin of these two witch clans?" Zhao Ming hurriedly asked.

Self-confidence is not the same as pride, and the two are very similar in some ways, but the results are often very different. Many people can't control themselves, and if they don't pay attention, their self-confidence turns into pride.

Therefore, if you want to be confident and not proud, you must first know yourself, and at the same time know the other. Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is the only way to improve one's success rate to a greater extent.

The corrupt old man knew far more about the Wu clan than he did, and the person he could point out so highly must not be comparable to ordinary monks. The high priest of the Wu clan must be full of murderous intentions for himself, or he will not fight, and once he agrees, he will send the strongest disciple.

The corrupt old man shook his head: "I don't know their exact origins, but the two of them came to the Colosseum when they were in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and Meng Huai also specially arranged a large number of demon and immortal captives to fight with them. ”

"Both of them are strong and strong, and their strength is extraordinary. Kuafu's talent and supernatural powers are rare to see Otogi's long anger, amazing recovery power, coupled with his terrifying physique, let alone a monk of the same realm, even in the face of a monk who is a realm higher than him, he is almost inherently undefeated. ”

"Hou Yi is fast, extremely fast, and the most terrifying thing about him is his talent as a shooter. It can directly condense true qi into arrows without the need for a longbow, and its attack power is amazing. ”

"The two fought in the Colosseum for more than a hundred days in a row, and the captives who died in their hands, not to mention the Heavenly Immortal Realm, even the Xuan Immortal Realm, there are also many of them. The strength of the two is difficult for monks of the same realm to have opponents. Especially Hou Yi, once the longbow is in his hand, let alone the same realm, there are very few monks who are one realm higher than him who want to block his arrow. ”

"The last game between the two of them was to fight with a Golden Immortal Clan, although the Golden Immortal Clan already had an instinctive fear of the Wu Clan, and could not exert ten percent of their strength. But the most stubborn was shot by Hou Yi with an arrow, which still shows that Hou Yi is powerful. ”

The Heavenly Immortal Witch Clan shot the Golden Immortal Monk with one arrow. Even if the Immortal Clan's Dao heart was damaged, it was still unbelievable. After all, a monk who is two realms higher, even if he stands differently and lets the other party fight, he will not be in danger of his life.

No matter where the opponent comes from, as long as he fights in the same realm, he has the confidence to win. But for me today, it's not about winning a battle. It's how to get out of here. Once such an opponent is arranged, I am afraid that it will increase the difficulty by a few points.

Seeing Zhaoming frowning, the corrupt old man spoke again and comforted: "But you don't need to worry too much now, the two of them came here many years ago, and with the talent of the two of them, it is not surprising that they have reached the realm of Da Luo Jin Immortal." And I haven't felt the arrival of the two yet, since the high priest of the Wu clan wants to win the dignity, he should only send a disciple of the Wu clan who is in the same realm as you. ”

"I'm telling you this just to remind you. If you do escape from here, you must be careful when you see these two men in the future. ”

"Thank you seniors for reminding me, juniors remember!" Zhaoming nodded.

The corrupt old man continued to say a lot of things related to the Wu Clan, and he didn't know if it was because he hated the Wu Clan equally, or because he had been imprisoned by the Wu Clan for too long, he knew far more about the Wu Clan than Zhao Ming imagined, and even Di Jun was quite inferior.

Everything was firmly remembered by Zhaoming, and then remembered well.

Time passed. Within a few days, the day of the March war had finally arrived.

Orderly footsteps came from the dungeon doorway. Getting closer. Zhaoming, who had finished pranayama, opened his eyes, without any fear, and even some excitement. He's adjusted to his best and he's hungry for a fight.

Standing up, he looked at the direction of the dungeon exit and turned his back to the corrupt old man and said slowly, "Is there anything else that the senior has to command?"

"Do your best and come back alive!" said the rotten old man lightly.

Zhaoming shook his head. Smiled back: "No, that's not what I'm talking about, is there anything I need to do outside?"

"Outside?" The rotten old man was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "Do you think the time has come?"

"Who knows?" Zhao Ming shrugged, "I feel that my whole state has reached the most perfect level, if the opponent is too strong." It doesn't necessarily mean that I will make a breakthrough. You only have one chance, and I won't let it go. ”

It is not impossible to break through on the spot, especially since the possibility of Zhaoming at this moment is too great.

However, using the power of the Tribulation to break the Colosseum ban is the first step, and escaping is the second step. He had thought about it for so many days, and he had already made a decision. He has a twelve-grade fire lotus, and the power of karmic fire is difficult to resist. Even if he only refines a little, he can fight to the death.

Once the entire Colosseum witch clan is trapped in the magic realm, naturally no one can stop him from leaving.

It's just that his refining level is too low, and when the time comes, in order to let these Wu clans sink long enough, he will inevitably have to leave the twelve-rank fire lotus here and let it operate on its own. Therefore, whether it succeeds or not, the twelve-rank fire lotus is very likely to be snatched away by the Wu clan.

Although the treasure is good, it is more important than one's own life, and all sacrifices are worth it in order to leave alive.

After listening to what Zhaoming said, the corrupt old man stared at him tightly with a pair of old eyes, and gradually there was a divine light between the turbidities, and after a while, he said with a smile: "Okay, I will not change my will in a thousand tribulations, why don't I worry about having a junior like you in my demon clan." ”

He had been locked up in the Colosseum for an unknown number of years, and even suspected that the High Priest of the Wu Clan had built the Colosseum specifically for himself.

Over the years, there have been countless people with extraordinary hearts, people who spew wild words, and people who swore by them, but none of them lasted for more than half a year, and even three months were rare.

Only Zhaoming, in more than a year, has tasted hundreds of punishments, and he is determined not to change, and he is still as vigorous as when he came in. Don't talk about yourself, I'm afraid that even Wu Yuan has begun to have a headache, and I suspect that my ability is not enough.

The future of the demon clan is fluttering and precarious, as if the building is about to fall, supported only by a dead wood. Seeing Zhaoming now, it seems that he sees that the dead wood career is about to grow into a big tree, and he wants to straighten the building that will fall, and he is naturally happy.

After a pause, he spoke, "Nothing else, as long as you remember what I asked you." ”

The entrustment was naturally to send a letter to save Emperor Wa, and Zhaoming nodded: "The younger generation naturally remembers, but ...... If you have the chance, won't you come with me?"

The rotten old man was noncommittal, and did not even speak. At this time, several witch clans had already walked to the cage, opened the door, and said to Zhaoming, "Come out, it's time to go on the road." ”

He sneered, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Zhaoming didn't say much, bowed deeply to the rotten old man, and then turned around and walked towards the prison door.

The two Wu clans wanted to step forward and arrest him, but they were glared at by Zhaoming: "This battle is an appointment between the high priest of your clan and me, not a life and death battle in the past, but a battle that should be respected." ”

"Fighting with your Wu clan watching and my demon clan having no one is not good for my mentality. Now you still want to let me fight in the way of prisoners, do you want to further disrupt my state? Are you so afraid of me, so distrustful of your outstanding son of the Wu clan?"

Two questions in a row made the two Wu clans freeze there, not knowing what to do. Some people once called the Wu clan the war clan, and the glory of the warrior was more important than the immortal clan and the demon clan.

Even if Zhaoming's intent was extremely obvious, neither of them could refute it, and it took a while for one of them to say: "This is the rule of the Colosseum, we are just acting on orders." ”

"You have been ordered only to send me into the place of battle, and I have my hands and feet to go without you having to do anything. Zhaoming said lightly, and sneered again: "Are you afraid that I will escape halfway?"

"With your strength, you want to escape, but it's just a fool's dream!" the leader of the witch clan snorted coldly, and after a little thought, he said again: "Okay, as you said, this battle should be respected. I'm going to change the rules once today and let you walk through on your own. ”

The Wu clan admires warriors very much, although Zhaoming seems to have become the most restless figure in the Colosseum, but after such hardships and setbacks, he is still determined to change, and his talent and strength are also outstanding, and there is a faint sense of admiration in his heart.

Now it is clear that this request is not too excessive, and after weighing it, it will be accepted.

Zhao Ming didn't say thank you, for him, the Wu clan was an enemy, and he would never be worthy of thanking himself. Immediately straightened up, strode forward, and walked towards the door of the underground prison.

Step by step, not in a hurry or slow, with an indifferent face and a leisurely stroll. At first glance, he didn't look like a prisoner at all, but had an indescribable temperament, like a nobleman.

Walking step by step, the demon clans in the cage passing by all looked at them one by one. There are surprises, some stunned, and some incredible, the eyebrows twitch slightly, and the expression is complicated.

Decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years, I don't know the specific years of being locked up here, and it's the first time I've seen a demon clan go to the Colosseum in this way.

No longer like prisoners, no longer like cattle. Even if this is just a demon clan in the Xuan Immortal Realm, the juniors among the juniors have gained a respect that cannot be measured by value in this desperate land of the demon clan.

At this moment, the hearts of countless demon clans as if frozen by the eternal cold inadvertently began to appear one after another.

Zhaoming moved forward step by step, and several witch clans followed behind him step by step. At this time, the leader of the witch clan had already regretted slightly, regretting that he should not have agreed to Zhaoming's request.

The demon clan in front of him still wanted to be a captive, as if he had become a prominent person, but his own people were like people following behind him.

It's just that what should have happened before, and it's not good to regret it at this time, so I can only follow behind me.

The sound of thumping footsteps faded away, and the dungeon stairs finally reached the highest level.

The sun pours down and shines all over the body.

Zhaoming soared into the air and flew towards the center of the Colosseum. (To be continued......)