"Master Zhang, where did you get this purple lightning wolf? I think this kind of bloodline is definitely not an ordinary purple lightning wolf."
Next to them, several monks asked.
Zhang Chen said impatiently: "It was raised in my manor. If you want it, you can just take the money. If you spend one billion, this beast will be given to you."
The other monks immediately retracted their heads and became silent.
One billion, for them, is already an astronomical figure.
The Purple Lightning Wolf was dying and was dragged back to the iron cage and closed.
The more Zhang Chen thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't help but punched the iron cage with his fist, and cursed angrily: "Take it back to me to heal its injuries, and then send it to the competition arena. If you don't give me one billion,
Earn it and don’t leave!”
"yes!"
Several slaves pushed the iron cage and were about to leave.
But suddenly, a hand suddenly stretched out from the crowd and held the iron cage firmly.
Lu Yu appeared in front of several people.
He looked at the slumped and motionless Zidian Wolf in the iron cage, with a gloomy expression on his face.
"Where did you come from, kid, get out!"
Zhang Chen was in a very bad mood. When he saw that Lu Yu dared to block the road, he immediately took action and was about to grab Lu Yu's collar.
However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, Lu Yu suddenly reached out and slapped his wrist hard, pushing him directly to the ground.
Bang!
Immediately afterwards, Lu Yu kicked him on the knee, and Zhang Chen suddenly let out a shrill scream.
His kneecap bones seemed to be broken, and he immediately fell to his knees on the ground.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
"If you dare to attack the young master, no one can save you today!"
The servant who was originally following Zhang Chen rushed towards Lu Yu.
But as soon as they rushed up, a black shadow flashed past, and all these people flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Above the ground, there were constant loud and dull sounds echoing.
Those slaves also serve as guards in normal times.
But in front of Lu Yu, they had no room to fight back.
"That's enough, kid, this is no place for you to cause trouble!"
In the distance, a dull and powerful voice suddenly came.
The crowd suddenly parted, and several burly men walked in from outside.
Behind these men, they all carry heavy magical instruments, which are covered with talismans, but judging from the bloodstains on them, it can be seen at a glance that they are extraordinary.
They are the guardians of the Colosseum.
Usually in the Colosseum, there are many people who come to cause trouble, and some are monks who are red-eyed after losing and ready to explode.
It is precisely because of their existence that Zhang Chen would not dare to make a mistake here even if he lost one billion.
"No matter what you want, you should be punished if you hurt our guest. Kneel on the ground and don't force us to do it!"
The leader picked up the magic weapon behind his back.
It was a heavy golden box, and it made a dull sound as soon as it hit the ground.
With a flick of the man's finger, the golden box opened instantly, and a skeleton was curled up inside.
The white bones of the skeleton have already shown the luster of white jade, shining brightly, and it looks quite extraordinary.
"White Bone Ghost King! This man is a ghost cultivator!"
"That kid is miserable. The most unprovoked among monks are ghost cultivators. If anyone offends them, even their souls will not be spared. Look at that white-bone ghost king. Maybe he offended this ghost cultivator before he was alive.
It was refined into this state after death, and even reincarnation is impossible."