The Arena of Life and Death is not just about warriors who volunteer to play. Otherwise, without some attractive tricks, how can the owner make money?
When Yuesheng said he could just take a look, Xu Mao just pursed his lips. He didn't believe it anyway. If it was Yuesheng who had never practiced martial arts before, he would still believe it.
But now he doesn't dare to meddle in Yuesheng's business, and he doesn't even dare to nag like before. What if he makes Brother Yue unhappy and slaps him to death?
"You guys go and find the vault of the Arena of Life and Death for me, and see if there are any valuable treasures. You eight can get half of what you find!"
Xu Mao turned his fat body with difficulty and ordered his eight guards.
"Yes, sir!"
The eight guards were all overjoyed. They were all people who had worked hard in the world. Now they were working as guards not just for money. It didn't matter how they got the money. Anyway, even if the Chen family wanted to take revenge, they couldn't take revenge on themselves.
no?
As Yuesheng approached the entrance, a pungent smell of blood mixed with various indescribable odors hit his face, making him take a deep breath.
As soon as he stepped into the entrance, he felt dozens of eyes on him, including doubts, indifference, greed, and malice. His powerful perception allowed him to clearly feel the meaning of these eyes.
"snort!"
A cold snort came from his mouth, and his whole body was shaken. A stream of hot air burst out from his body, flicking away all the malicious eyes.
He looked around, and what he saw was a series of iron houses that looked like houses. Except for the gaps left between the iron bars that were thicker than his arms, they were completely airtight.
Most of the people locked in the iron rooms were men with thick limbs, and there were also several beasts that Yuesheng could not recognize locked in a few iron rooms. The limbs of these beasts were chained up with thick black iron chains.
, lying on the ground with his eyes squinted and motionless, exuding a fierce aura.
When Yuesheng walked in, no one in the iron room spoke. They all looked at Yuesheng coldly.
These people were either outsiders who were forcibly captured by the Arena of Life and Death, or they were forced to come in due to rogue behavior by the owner of the Arena of Life and Death. Anyway, none of them voluntarily lived in such a place that was like a house.
"Hello everyone!"
Yuesheng withdrew his gaze and chuckled, not feeling embarrassed at all that everyone ignored him.
"Brother, this is not the place you should be here. If you want to arrange a fight or buy someone to appear, just call the steward of the Arena of Life and Death. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but try to mess with you later!"
A bearded man with a head full of pustules that oozed thick green liquid and thick hair on his chest showed his yellow teeth and smiled at Yuesheng.
It's not the first time he has seen these young masters. They always like to be fooled by those treacherous guys in the life and death arena to buy the people they recommend and compete in them. There are life and death fights.
He really likes these gentlemen with tender skin and tender flesh, but because he is too ugly and is the strongest among this group of people, the Life and Death Arena will certainly not recommend him to those young gentlemen.
Not only will this ruin the interest of those young masters, but it will also make the Arena of Life and Death unable to make money. The Arena of Life and Death is a fool to do this.
Hearing the words of the big man with a pustule, the others still looked coldly and showed little expression. No one here is a friend. As long as they come on stage, they are all enemies of life and death. How can they think of joking? They are looking for everyone all the time.
Human weakness.
The big man with pustules had only not played for more than ten days, so he joked and vented his dissatisfaction. Although he was forced to come here, he found that he really liked places like the Arena of Life and Death.
He could go on the battlefield to kill, win a battle and get a beauty or a man to show off his lust, and he could also have a big meal. Compared to his previous life, it was a paradise.
"Are you the only one who is so naughty? Hey, there really aren't many insider experts. Also, how can there be so many insider experts in a place like Qingning City, but some are better than nothing."
Yuesheng sighed and walked towards the big man with pustules, minding his own business, which made the big man with pustules stunned.
Not only the impetuous man, but also other cold-eyed people were stunned. Is this young man crazy? He dared to approach them without guards? He really thought they were domestic sheep!
"Brother Young Master, you really want to give Sajia a good time. Sajia is not expensive, just fifty taels of silver. If necessary, Sajia can help you play two games."
The big man with pustules laughed, his smile was extremely ugly. He walked down from the bed and came to the iron door. He pulled the thick iron bars on the iron door with both hands, and actually made the iron bars bend a little to both sides. Look.
It makes other people look bad.
As expected of a master of the house, he can pull such a thick iron bar.
"I want to give you a good time..."
Yuesheng raised his head suddenly, stepped in front of the iron door, and punched the iron door. Everyone heard a click. The iron door shook first, and then the big man with the pustule flew out suddenly, hitting the iron door behind.
On the wall, a human-shaped depression appeared.
The three iron bars on the iron door that Yuesheng had hit had already deformed and twisted, sinking deeply into the chest of the pustified man, and bright red blood flowed out along the iron bars.
The other people in the iron house almost stared out of their eyes. They knew best how hard the iron door was. Even the strongest outsiders among them could not shake it at all.
Seeing that this young man is still underage, is he already a master of the family? They were deeply shocked.
But at the same time, a sense of frustration arises. The gap between family sects and grassroots cultivators is too obvious. If you want to reach the same state, it only takes one or two years for others, but it takes ten or twenty years for you.
How does this compare?
The pustified man who had been teasing Yuesheng just now slowly slid down from the wall, knelt on his legs, and covered the bleeding wound on his chest with his right hand, with a painful and ferocious look on his face.
He only felt like his stomach was churning, and the pain in his chest made it difficult to breathe. The pustule on his head burst under the pressure, and thick green liquid splashed.
"Hey! Brother, do you feel good? Do you want me to give you another good feeling?"
Yuesheng walked up to the big man with pustules, squatted down, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
I regard you as energy, but you actually want to anally me. The most important thing is that you are so ugly and you want to anally him. It is simply unforgivable.
"you……"
Bang!
The big man with pustules raised his head, confusion revealed in his eyes, opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, a big hand directly pressed down on his pus-oozing head, and pushed the head into his stomach with a bang.