The military name "Subian Yin" interlaced on the faces of this slave martial artist, making him unrecognizable and unable to distinguish his original appearance.

Coupled with the messy and loose hair and the shackles on his body, the slave martial artist brought a sense of hostility and looked particularly ferocious.

However, his black eyes were extremely sharp, and just his eyes made people tremble.

“So cold!”

When the crowd saw those eyes, their hearts trembled. The slave martial artists in the prison are all desperate slave martial artists. They are very powerful on the edge of life and death all day long. They are very good. If they can use it for themselves, it would be very good. Therefore, every time there are slave martial artists from the prison martial artists in the auction hall, it will definitely trigger a battle.

Lin Feng frowned slightly. He was so cruel that he didn't know where these slaves came from. He even had to mark the slave seal on his face. He was completely unrecognizable. Even if he escaped, he would not be able to be a dignified person in the future and could only live in the darkness.

"This slave has a three-level spiritual martial arts realm, with a record of 16 victories. If the prisoner wins at the same level, he will be rewarded with twenty medium-grade Yuan stones. As for the prisoner wins at the third-level spiritual martial arts realm, he will be rewarded with one hundred medium-grade Yuan stones."

The old man who led the slave martial artist into the prison arena said, making everyone's eyes condense. The sixteen-win slave martial artist won twelve games less than the Scorpion Tiger. However, if the prisoner wins, the reward will be the same. From this we can see that people in the prison are more confident about this slave martial artist than the Scorpion Tiger.

"Bai Ze, the third level of Lingwu Realm, is the same as you."

At this time, the young man in yellow not far behind Lin Feng said to Bai Ze, causing Bai Ze's eyes to condense, ponder for a moment, then nodded and said, "I'll go."

"Okay." A smile appeared on the face of the young man in yellow. Bai Ze stood up, came to the stairs, stepped a few steps, reached outside the cage, and nodded slightly to the old man.

The old man frowned slightly when he saw Bai Ze's brow and said, "This slave martial arts cultivator is very powerful. Are you sure you want to carry out a prison battle?"

"Yes." Bai Ze nodded affirmatively, and the old man allowed Bai Ze to enter the prison arena.

"snort."

In the stands, Wen Aoxue snorted coldly, as if a little unhappy.

Lin Feng was also a little surprised. The old man would actually remind Bai Ze that when he entered the prison and fought with the scorpion tiger, no one had reminded him that the scorpion tiger was very powerful.

"Lin Feng, that slave martial arts cultivator is going to be in trouble."

Wen Aoxue said, making Lin Feng look at him strangely, and asked, "How can I see that I have seen his strength, and it is nothing special. I don't think he is the opponent of this slave martial arts cultivator."

"Bai Ze basically has no chance of winning, but do you know who is responsible for this prison arena?"

Wen Aoxue said again, making Lin Feng's eyes narrow, and he looked at Wen Aoxue in surprise.

"The Bai family is responsible for the prison battle arena today, and it is Bai Ze's family."

Wen Aoxue said indifferently, causing Lin Feng's eyes to tremble. No wonder the old man reminded Bai Ze. So that's the case, Bai Ze's family is actually responsible for this place.

"If Bai Ze is not strong enough, can they still do anything?"

"Haha, you underestimate these nobles too much. They have always focused on purpose and not on process." Wen Aoxue smiled faintly, looking at the look of understanding.

At this time, in the prison arena, the slave Wu Xiu saw Bai Ze walk in, and immediately released a sense of hostility, which was very cold.

The eyes, which were slightly blocked by the messy hair, were cold and trembling, making Bai Ze's heart tremble slightly.

"die!"

The slave Wu Xiu spit out a cold word from his mouth, and his body rushed towards Bai Ze directly. Anyone who entered the prison are those who came to take his life, either Bai Ze died or he died.

The chain that locked him suddenly danced in the air, like a poisonous snake spear, stabbing at Bai Ze with a whistling sound.

“So fast.”

Bai Ze saw the iron chain piercing instantly and his body avoided it. At the same time, a strong wind blew, and Bai Ze became extremely light and agile, moving with the wind.

"Hurricane Martial Spirit."

Lin Feng saw a hurricane phantom appearing behind Bai Ze and whispered. Last time, Bai Ze was extremely arrogant and said that he was so genius, but in the end, he didn't even catch Lin Feng's finger, and even had time to release his martial soul. The slap was thrown loudly.

However, at the age of less than 18, if it is placed in many other places, or even in the Yunhai Sect, it can be regarded as a genius. However, this is an imperial city and a place where geniuses gather. There are many people who are better than Bai Ze. Therefore, geniuses are no longer called geniuses.

The slave Wu Xiu didn't even look at Bai Ze, his eyes were still so deep and cold. The chains in his hand trembled slightly, and then swept out, and the space whistled.

"So overbearing."

Bai Ze's eyes trembled, and he did not dare to take it forward, and his body retreated again. Then, a slightly illusory vine appeared silently, instantly entangling Bai Ze's body, the chain turned into a spear again, and stabbed directly towards Bai Ze's heart.

Without a single extra move, Bai Ze was killed.

Bai Ze's pupils contracted, his body struggled, his palms trembled violently, and a hurricane with a murderous aura rolled towards the chains, dust filled the sky.

However, at this moment, Bai Ze suddenly felt an extremely huge force coming from the vine, driving his body and letting him pounce forward. However, the slave Wu Xiu drew a perfect arc with Bai Ze's body and appeared directly on the side of Bai Ze, with a chain spear and attacked him.

“So strong.”

There were a series of exclamations coming from the stands. The slave martial artist had too strong control. Every move seemed to be calculated, swift, capable, and murderous.

As for Lin Feng, his brows frowned tightly. It was a vine martial soul. He had seen this kind of martial soul. Han Man's friend Po Jun, who had this kind of martial soul.

"Pojun, army, slave!"

Lin Feng's eyes flashed, would it be a coincidence that he stared at the slave martial arts cultivator? The other party just had the same martial soul and was named after the name "Mart".

"Puchi!"

In the prison arena, Bai Ze hurriedly resisted, but he could not block the impact of the spear chain. He was hit hard in his chest and flew backwards.

The slave Wu Xiu's body trembled and he rushed straight to Bai Ze with a chain spear. Only by killing the other party can the prison battle be over and he can survive.

"stop."

At this moment, a loud shout came out, causing the slave Wu Xiu's body to stiffen, stopping his steps, and staring at the old man who was walking towards him with a sharp look.

"This battle ends here."

The old man said indifferently, making the crowd's eyes narrow. So far?

Just like the prison arena, only one party’s death is considered to be the end. This is the rule of the prison arena, how can it end here?

"It seems that this prisoner and the old man have a good relationship!"

The crowd remembered the old man just reminded Bai Ze, and couldn't help but guess that this was the only possibility.

"The prison battle is not over yet, how can it end here?"

A hoarse voice came from the slave Wu Xiu's mouth, staring at the old man.

The old man raised his eyebrows, and then a gloomy look appeared in his eyes. How dare a slave refute him?

"Since you want to be imprisoned, I will fulfill you." The old man smiled gloomyly and shouted, "Let the beast come in."

After the old man finished speaking, a middle-aged man slowly appeared in the eyes of the crowd at another hole in the cage.

What made the crowd's eyes solidified was that the middle-aged man who appeared was actually riding on a figure. The figure had hands and feet, and it was actually a human. However, he crawled out with his hands and feet. Moreover, his limbs and throat were tightly tied by iron locks, and the other end of the chain was held in the palm of the middle-aged man.

"Among the many slaves, except for barbarian beasts, it is the most difficult for you to tame. Now you have also seen that this is the fate of barbarians. They have been tamed into beasts. Today, I want you to fight barbarian prisoners. The winners live, the losers die!"

The old man said gloomyly, and saw Jun staring at him with extreme coldness, as if he was going to swallow him in one bite. He actually wanted him to duel with Man, this group of animals!

The man lying on the ground heard this, raised his head and stared at the old man with a wild beast-like gaze, extremely vicious.

Seeing the beast that raised its head, in the stands, where Lin Feng was located, an extremely cold aura spread out wildly!
Chapter completed!