Long Fei followed the guard in the room next to the entrance, similar to the existence of the living and death ring management office.
Stepping into the room, a obese middle -aged man was sitting in it, holding an unknown book in his hand and studying carefully.
"Master Lord! Someone signed up for the designated duel." The guards said respectfully to the middle -aged fat man.
"oh?"
The middle -aged fat man raised his head lightly at this time.
"Are you sure you want to sign up for the designated duel?" After the middle -aged fat man looked at Long Fei for a while, he asked in surprise.
Long Fei nodded: "Yes!"
The fat man frowned slightly, and then sighed: "Come and register!"
"Registration?" Long Fei frowned: "Didn’t you say you need to register before the game?" Long Fei saw it clearly on the forum of the virtual space.
Only those who need to register, because the loser is usually dead, and the dead has no significance at all.
"It really does not need to be registered, but you do n’t know. We now have a master who challenges the undefeated medal. Now we have won for 81 games. We do n’t want the duel to die.
Temporary decisions, if the repair is too low, then don't come to the stage. After all, why is it suffering in vain to die? "
"What kind of cultivation is it good to come to power?" Long Fei smiled, the reason for the middle -aged fat man was really not established for Long Fei. How can the Honghuang Alliance care about others' life and death? Especially the underlying strong men who are strong at the bottom
Life and death, this is just a joke.
"This person who challenged the undefeated medal was the pinnacle of soul soul, so the dueling person must have at least the strength of the soul in the later stages, otherwise there is no fight for fighting!" The middle -aged fat man shook his head.
"Do you have to have a soul soul in the later stages?" Long Fei's eyes cast a large question mark into a middle -aged fat man. Long Fei also remembered it clearly.
You can go to the stage to challenge, no one can stop it.
The middle -aged fat man glanced at Long Fei and sighed: "That's not it. If you have to come to power, we will never dare to stop it. But we hope that you can consider it carefully. After all
According to me, there are very few people who can win among the strong soul -soul period. "
"When did the hoe think about the duelmist like this?" Long Fei smiled, and now he believes that there must be any cat greasy, but Long Fei can't guess it for a while.
"I don't talk to you either, I'm definitely going to be on stage today, you arrange it!" Long Fei then said.
"I finally reminded you once, the sentence I told you to tell the truth, there is definitely no one. Are you sure you think about it?" The middle -aged fat man seemed to be unwilling to see Long Fei on the court, with a difficult look on his face
Then, then
Long Fei nodded decisively: "I'm sure! If you want to register, I can cooperate with you!" Long Fei didn't mind registering before the game, because he had to register sooner or later in Long Fei's heart.
The middle -aged fat man nodded, and he never expected that the self -confidence of the white -haired youth in front of him would be so strong. The words have been made to this extent.
He is a person who came to the stage to death.
"Since you insist, I wish you good luck! I'll register you first!" The middle-aged fat man shook his head helplessly, then took out a form and looked at Long Fei and asked: "Tell me your name and cultivation level.
That’ll be great!”
"Long Fei, mid-soul-shattering stage!" Long Fei emphasized the words "soul-shattering mid-stage" at that moment.
After a while.
The middle-aged fat man put away the form and handed Long Fei a palm-sized round number plate. Then he pointed to an iron door next to him and said to Long Fei: "Just go in through this door and walk straight in. You'll be fine."
There are nine more people ahead!"
Long Fei glanced at the round number plate in his hand and saw 91 written in Arabic numerals. Then Long Fei opened the iron door and walked inside.
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in the room.
"Master Challenger, do you think there is hope for this white-haired boy?" the guard asked the middle-aged fat man as he looked at Long Fei's disappearing back.
The middle-aged fat man shook his head and sighed: "I don't think he can last more than three seconds. It seems that we in the arena will suffer heavy losses this time!"
"I don't know why, but I always feel that this white-haired boy is a little different, but I can't explain the details!" The guard frowned, looking hesitant.
"Do you really have this kind of intuition?" The middle-aged fat man suddenly regained his energy and asked the guard directly.
The guard nodded affirmatively.
...
After walking through a dark corridor, Long Fei opened an iron door again.
After pushing open the iron gate, what appeared in front of Long Fei was a huge arena. Its area was at least as big as Tianlong City, and the thousand-foot wall seen outside the arena was actually a stepped auditorium.
What Long Fei didn't expect was that the huge auditorium was packed. There were as many people as ants, and all the sounds were like heat waves, coming one after another. From Long Fei's visual inspection, the number of spectators present was definitely in the hundreds of millions.
There are three huge arenas in the arena.
At this moment, there was a burly man with short hair sitting cross-legged on the ring in the middle of the ring. Not far away from him were dozens of corpses with their heads dismembered. The whole ring was dyed red with blood, making it look strange.
There is a bit of ferocity in it.
After Long Fei surveyed the entire audience, he immediately walked to the waiting area where the designated duelists were waiting and sat down. At the same time, he hung the circular number plate on his chest.
...
"Look! Another one is here to die! It seems that it will be difficult for us not to act this time!"
"that is!"
...
After Long Fei sat down, people in the audience behind him started pointing.
Long Fei didn't care about this. After all, this was not the first time he had experienced this kind of thing. Refutation was useless. He could only prove his strength to them with his fists.
...
"The 82nd match! Iron Tower vs. Goofy! The odds of Iron Tower remain unchanged, losing 0.1 to one! Goofy's odds of losing 100! The duel officially begins!"
After about a cigarette, a ring staff member held up a huge sign and announced loudly to the audience.
At this time, Long Fei finally understood why the middle-aged fat man would discourage people with insufficient cultivation from taking the stage. The reason is actually very simple. Looking at the odds, the fat man must have lost his mind. Although the odds of the Iron Tower are only 0.1 to 1,
But this cannot stand up to the situation where there are more people and more money, not to mention that one loss is nearly a hundred games. If this continues, the life and death arena may really go bankrupt.
Although the arena offered odds of 100 to 1 for the designated duelist, no one still put their chips on the challenger. Because the dozens of corpses with dismembered heads in the arena were always warning everyone,
Choosing an iron tower is the way to make money.
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After the ring staff announced the challenger, a tall and thin middle-aged man slowly walked towards the ring at the designated resting area for the duelists, his face looking very heavy.
Long Fei was holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the duelist named Gao Fei, and then at the iron tower on the stage. He had already made up his mind about the outcome. Regardless of Gao Fei's cultivation, his failure was doomed.
Because the fear of the Iron Tower in his heart has escalated into fear. In this case, he will definitely lose.
Long Fei is short of money at this moment, otherwise he will bet on the iron tower and make a big fortune.
...
After a while.
Gao Fei stepped onto the ring, but Iron Tower still sat cross-legged quietly, seemingly not paying attention to Gao Fei at all.
Gao Fei was holding a golden spear in his hand at the moment, his eyes fixed on the iron tower, and he didn't dare to attack first.
One of the two stood and the other sat. No one moved for a while, and the scene fell into a stalemate.
"Holy crap! What's going on with the Tower...Why haven't you started fighting yet? I've placed a huge bet on you!"
"That one called Goofy, don't be embarrassed and waste everyone's time. Go and die! You can still have a whole body if you do it yourself!"
"..."
At this time, countless spectators gave up and began to curse one by one, but they never thought that their ticket money had actually been earned back into their own pockets with interest. But there is nothing wrong with it, because this is human nature.
, cheapness is never enough, and there is no real contentment at all.
Amidst the shouts and curses of countless spectators, Gao Fei was obviously a little nervous, and his hands holding the spear began to tremble slightly, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead drop by drop.
Long Fei looked at Gao Fei and shook his head. Originally, there might have been a glimmer of hope, but now it is completely gone.
...
Time passed minute by minute.
A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the tower still sat in place, and the shouts and curses of hundreds of millions of spectators did not seem to have any impact on him.
It wasn't until half an hour later that Tie Ta finally opened his eyes.
Grabbing the two blood-red axes beside him, Tie Ta stood up slowly, then twisted his neck, his expression seemed unusually calm and relaxed.
"I have given you a chance, but it's a pity that you don't know how to cherish it. I was actually healing just now. If you chose to attack me, maybe I would have died. But now, you have no chance!" Tieta looked at Gao Fei at this time.
He sneered.
"puff!"
After listening to Tie Ta's words, Gao Fei spat out a mouthful of blood without any warning, because he never expected that Tie Ta was healing his wounds just now.
Long Fei was also a little surprised at the moment. Tie Ta's words didn't sound like he was lying to Gao Fei. Moreover, after nearly a hundred fights in a row, it was inevitable to get injured. It was reasonable to talk about healing. But Long Fei didn't feel the energy from Tie Ta just now.
Fluctuations, even if it is a minor injury, energy must be used, otherwise how will the wound heal? This is the only thing that Long Fei can't figure out.
"Go to hell!"
On the arena, the iron tower moved, not very fast, but it gave people an unavoidable illusion.
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