Dazhaoxian, Yan Kong, Luerchi and Yuanfeng couldn't hide the excitement on their faces, and they were so happy that they were so happy.

With such a pill, it can be said that it will be an extra life.

In a short period of time, their strength can be increased to the third and fourth levels of the Dharma Soul Realm, so they can kill a giant.

The four people were amazed, and they didn't expect that there was such a pill in the world.

Song Li ignored their hot eyes, and didn't even look at them.

At this time, a giant in blue, surrounded by five giant guards, opened the prison door and walked in.

This person's name is Ruoqi, a side branch of the Ruo clan, and now he serves as an assistant to Ruolun. Most of the time, Ruoqi is the manager of the arena.

"Come and draw lots." Ruoqi didn't say much, and after glanced at him, he went straight to the point.

After Ruoqi finished speaking, the two guards next to him moved in two boxes.

"A newcomer who has just entered the arena, draw the draw in the box on the left, and the others draw the draw in the box on the right, don't play tricks."

Ruoqi looked down at everyone, with a serious expression, and a warning in his mouth.

"The fighters in the other two dungeons, where the old man tried to act as a newcomer, had been beaten to death with a stick, breaking more than two thousand iron rods."

The slave fighters present changed their emotions when they heard this, and even Song Li was slightly moved.

A cultivator with cultivation skills beat him to death with an iron rod. Just imagine how many sticks he would be hammered?

How painful it is to be hammered to death in the process.

A practitioner is not like an ordinary person. An ordinary person may die if he is beaten a few times.

But if a practitioner is hammered to death by a stick, he will have to endure countless hammers and endure endless pain.

"Okay, I'll draw lots honestly, so there will naturally be no problem. Even if I die, I will die in the arena. That's your glory!"

Seeing that everyone was already scared, Ruoqi seemed very satisfied. While speaking, he made a gesture to the signing box.

He didn't know who his opponent was or who he was the fourteen signs that Song Li drew.

But surely, my opponent is definitely not the slave fighter in the dungeon where I am.

In addition to the dozens of newcomers, Song Li and the others, the other slave fighters were divided into three teams according to their signature numbers.

From this point of view, the slave fighters in the other two dungeons should also be divided into three teams.

"Okay, the ones who got the signing number formed a team by themselves. As for the newcomers, let's start preparing. The fighting skills between the newcomers will begin first."

After Ruoqi finished speaking, he left surrounded by five guards.

After Ruoqi left, Song Li frowned slightly.

Before the fighting skills begin, you need to draw lots to determine your opponent. This is a very good time to take action and can be used.

Looking out from the temporary prison, you can see that people have begun to enter the huge arena.

The audiences who came in were all giants, but Song Li looked around and found that the giants who came in were not very strong in cultivation, and there were even cultivators at the second level of the Dharma Mixture Realm.

You should know that the Giant Clan is a natural cultivator. From the moment they were born, they had the cultivation level of the Dharma Mixed Realm.

The second level of the Dharma Soul Realm cultivation level proves that there is basically no progress at all.

Judging from the current situation, although the Giants are born to be cultivators, it seems that they are not easy to practice and are not fast enough.

Otherwise, wouldn’t adult giants have all their cultivation levels in the Dharma Soul Realm, which is at the level of the Ninth Level to the Peak of the Dharma Soul Realm?

One after another, there were people in the arena, but the number was not large, less than a thousand people.

The arena looks big, but the giant's body is too big. There are hundreds of giants sitting in the huge arena, and it seems that they are very full.

Song Li smiled bitterly. The audience of this giant tribe is not even as many as those of the Pingren tribe's slave fighters who want to participate in the fighting skills. It is ridiculous to think about it.

If it weren't for the rules of heaven and earth, the giants, whose numbers were at an absolute disadvantage, would probably not have become the ruler of the Haolan Realm.

"Look at the row of seats in the middle of the auditorium on both sides of the opposite side, there should be the senior management of Ruo's family." Hu Che said.

Song Li looked over in the direction Hu Che pointed, and then he noticed that the people in the row of seats he pointed to were indeed extraordinary.

One of them actually has the peak cultivation level of the Dharma Soul Realm. I think it should be the head of the Ruo family.

"How do you know?" Song Li said in surprise.

Hu Che chuckled and said, "Ruo Lun just took charge of the Ruo family's arena. The senior executives of the Ruo family must have come to see it, so it's not difficult to guess."

Song Li thought for a moment, nodded, "That's right."

It can be seen that Ruo Lun was shocked to prepare for his first fighting skills after he took over the Ruo Family Arena.

Not only did all the slave fighters imprisoned in the arena, but there was also a series of rituals, and there was also a dance performance of giant women in the middle.

If the women of the Giant tribe do not look at their figure, they will look no different from ordinary people, and some of them will look very beautiful.

However, with their giant figure, Song Li always felt strange.

About an hour later, Ruolun finally announced that today's fighting skills began.

The first thing to be held was a one-on-one competition between the new slave fighters. Obviously, the one-on-one competition between the new slave fighters was regarded as an appetizer for today's fighting skills. The real finale was the three three-party group fighting skills after the one-on-one fighting skills.

To be honest, there is nothing good about fighting skills among practitioners in the mixed realm of the earth. At least Song Li doesn’t think it’s good about it.

The cultivation and strength of both sides are very limited, so the battle may seem very intense, and each fighting lasts for a long time.

However, for a strong man like Song Li who once had the seventh level of the Dharma Soul Realm and had already reached the level of a powerful man in the Divine Mix Realm, he really had no viewing ability.

What Song Li really didn't understand was how those giants could watch so relish, and as the audience they kept shouting.

The battle between the two slave fighters lasted almost half a quarter of an hour, and finally the winner was decided.

Both sides were seriously injured. The failed party had their dantian shattered, and they were probably completely ruined.

Even the winning side is not in a good condition.

The winner is the dungeon Song Li and others. The ribs may have been broken more than ten, and one leg has been broken, which looks very miserable.

However, the man was not discouraged, and his face was filled with joy of victory, and he didn't seem to be worried at all.

Because he knew that even if his injuries were very serious, his broken ribs might have damaged his internal organs. But it didn't matter, because Song Lizai should be able to heal his injuries.

This is also why, why they respect Song Li so much.

Song Li was able to give them huge benefits so that they would not wait for death if they were seriously injured.

The next few fighting skills were also very intense.

Because both sides have limited cultivation, fighting skills are completely a hand-to-hand fight.

Amid the cheers of the Giant audience, the people of the Pingren tribe in the arena were filled with hot blood.

"Kill kill..."

The audience in the arena shouted loudly at the same time, with uniform voices, as if this was the rule of the arena.

At the same time, they were sitting and wiping their necks, and their feet were neatly stomping on the ground.

Amid the audience's clamor, the slave fighter who had won the battle struggled stood up and walked to the loser.

The loser is already dying and looks no different from the dead.

The rules of the arena: If one of the two sides of the fighting skills is dying, the winner will have to use a sharp blade to cut off the loser's head.

This is also a way to surpass the giant audience.

The winner raised his wounded sword high, and he didn't look excited, and people could see the inner hesitation in his face.

However, he had no choice.

The opponent can no longer stand up, and in this case, he must cut off his opponent's head.

Otherwise, it would be that the rules of the arena would be violated and severely punished.

He didn't know the person who had just fought very fiercely with him, but he knew that like him, this person was a commoner of the human race. Both sides had no grievances or grudges, and was a member of the same race. Now he wanted to cut off the other party's head.

He felt a little disgusted. You know, he is also a newcomer in the arena, and this is his first time participating in the fight skills.

And the first time he participated in the fighting skills, he had to cut off his opponent's head, which inevitably made him unable to do anything.

The audience's cries became louder and louder, and the sound of stomping their feet became more and more rapid.

In a vague way, you could hear some boos.

The boo means that the audience is already dissatisfied with him. If the audience is dissatisfied, then he may be the one who dies in a while.

Finally, he made up his mind, turned his head and cut off the sword in his hand.

Puchi!

The surging blood spurted out, like a fountain, and instantly dyed his clothes red.

Subconsciously, he turned around and saw the gushing blood and the scene of the body being separated. He subconsciously took a few steps back and fell not far away.

At this time, the audience in the stands were already in a boiling state. It seemed that the strong blood made them feel extremely excited.

Song Li's eyes were always staring at this scene. For him, this scene was not too tragic. However, the audience in the stands and the slave fighter who cut off his opponent's head not far away moved him.

The scene was not tragic, but the heart was shocked.

"No matter what, this scene must be cut off!" Song Li murmured lightly, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Brother Song, you're a little uncomfortable." Da Zhaoxian walked to Song Li and smiled bitterly, "But this is the fate of the slave fighters...or in other words, this is the fate of our ordinary people."

Song Li nodded slightly without saying a word. He understood that the Ping tribes had been hunting other giants, and if they caught them alive, they would be sold to the arena.

The giants are using the advantage of the numbers of the average human race in Haolan Realm in this way.
Chapter completed!