This city is very large, and Jian Wushuang's soul power can only cover a small area, and no aura of a powerful god is found.
"That old monster Feng is acting very strangely. I just asked him about it and he seems to be in the arena now," Yun Zhen said.
"The Arena?" Jian Wushuang was moved in his heart and nodded slightly, "Then please ask Master Yun to wait here for a while. I'll go see him first. If he is willing to directly exchange the purple gold sand to me, I can save a lot of money.
But if he is unwilling to hand it over... I will ask Sect Leader Yun to join me at that time and use absolute strength to force him to hand it over."
"No problem." Yun Zhen agreed readily.
Obtaining the second drop of purple gold sand for Jian Wushuang was within the scope of the previous agreement, so Yun Zhen certainly had to contribute.
Jian Wushuang immediately headed towards the city ahead, and soon arrived at a giant arena in the center of the city.
The arena was vast and vast enough to accommodate millions of people at the same time. In the huge martial arts arena in the center, two Chaos gods and demons were fighting crazily.
The fighting in the Luobo Domain Arena is endless and extremely crazy. One of the cultivators must die before the battle will end.
Because of this, this arena attracts many practitioners.
Like now, around the martial arts arena, countless practitioners are sitting there, shouting and roaring crazily.
Among them, one person screamed the most fiercely.
It was a sloppy old man wearing a tattered black robe, his hair was extremely messy, and he was dirty, like a beggar.
"Haha, disciple, come on, kill him!!"
"Don't fight with him, just twist his head off!"
"Suppress him, suppress him, don't embarrass me!"
This sloppy old man had the loudest and harshest voice, which attracted many cultivators around him to look at him.
Jian Wushuang appeared in the arena and glanced at the sloppy old man.
"He is that old monster Feng?"
Jian Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly. Although this sloppy old man did not look like a strong man from his appearance to his behavior, Jian Wushuang felt very clearly that there were many practitioners in the arena, but this sloppy old man was the only one.
The aura hidden in his body is extremely powerful, and he is obviously a true and powerful god.
As for the two people fighting in the martial arts field, a tall and sturdy man seemed to be the disciple of this old monster Feng.
"Sending his disciples to this arena to fight to the death, he is not afraid that his disciples will be killed?" Jian Wushuang murmured in his heart.
He could see that this disciple of Old Monster Feng was just a second-class god and demon, and his combat power was average and not very powerful. His opponent was also a second-class god and demon. If they continued to fight like this,
It's not clear who will survive at the end.
However, luck seemed to be on the side of Old Monster Feng's disciple, and in the end, he narrowly won.
His opponent's head was directly blasted by him, but his own shoulder was also pierced by three fingers, leaving three bloody holes, and his face was extremely pale.
"Haha, I won, I won again!!" Old Monster Feng immediately stood up in ecstasy, and his whole body looked extremely crazy.
In a corner of the arena, a middle-aged man with a fat body and an extremely greasy look on his face turned gloomy.
"Director, this man has won three games in a row, and the wins are all by the gods and demons in our arena. The crazy old man who yells the most fiercely should be this man's master. He has defeated a lot in every game.
The divine power of Taichu is in his disciples, and after three games, we have suffered a lot of losses." A black-clothed waiter next to him said respectfully.
"How much have you lost in total?" the obese middle-aged man asked coldly.
"That crazy old man pressed a thousand drops of Taichu's divine power in the first game. After winning, he pressed two thousand drops in the second game, and four thousand drops in the third game. After winning all three games, this crazy old man alone, we will
I lost seven thousand drops of Taichu's divine power, not counting the pressure from others." The waiter in black said.
"Seven thousand drops of Taichu's divine power, wouldn't it be equivalent to the entire net worth of one of the next peak gods and demons?" The obese middle-aged man said with an ugly expression, "Stare at the two of them, wait for them to leave the arena, and then kill them directly.
They will get back all the lost Taichu divine power and their Qiankun Ring."
"Yes." The waiter in black immediately went down to make arrangements.
Opening a huge arena among the nine cities of Luobo Region, the net profit every year will be frighteningly high.
But the reason why there are such high profits is that in addition to the obvious benefits, there are also some special methods in the dark.
Like now, seven thousand drops of Taichu's divine power is already worth using some secret methods in this arena.
Soon, Old Monster Feng and his disciples left the arena.
Not long after I came out of the arena, I was on the street.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
More than twenty figures surrounded the two old monster Feng.
"Master."
The look of the strong man changed. He was just a second-class god and demon, but now everyone who appeared in front of him was a strong man in the realm of gods and demons. Among them, there were six second-class gods and demons, and there was even one
The existence of first-class gods and demons.
"Old guy, obediently hand over all the Taichu divine power you won from the arena, as well as your Qiankun Ring, and I will spare your life." The first-class god and demon shouted coldly.
"Haha, as expected, there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, but you have decided to blame me for your decision. You are really stupid." Old Monster Feng sneered.
Whoosh!
His figure moved suddenly, and a black figure flashed on the street.
After a while he returned to where he was.
The sturdy man looked around blankly, only to find that the more than twenty people surrounding him, including the six second-class gods and demons and the first-class god and demon, all fell down.
Blood flowed all over the ground.
The strong man was frightened at first, but then became ecstatic.
He knew that he was with the right master. His master was definitely an earth-shattering super strong man, probably a peak god or demon, no, maybe even stronger!
"Disciple, let's go." Old Monster Feng said.
The strong man nodded immediately and walked forward.
But after only two steps, Old Monster Feng stopped again.
"Huh?" Old Monster Feng raised his head, only to find that on the street in front of him, a young man with a long sword on his back walked slowly over with his arms folded.
"There's actually someone else?"
Old Monster Feng also felt a hint of surprise in his heart.
He had just swept the surroundings with the power of his soul, but did not find this person's existence.
And although the man in front of him looked extremely young, he still gave him a feeling of being invisible.
This made Old Monster Feng even more surprised.
Finally, the young man carrying the sword walked up to Old Monster Feng.
"Senior Feng, hello."
Jian Wushuang shouted, with a hint of humility in his expression.