Chapter 2495: Crazy Old Man

(The third update is here!)

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This city is very large, and the soul power of Jian Wushuang can only cover a small area, and there is no aura of a god-honored powerhouse.

"That old wind monster is acting very strangely, I just asked, and he seems to be in the gladiatorial arena right now. Yun Zhen said.

"Gladiatorial Arena?" Jian Wushuang's heart moved, and he nodded slightly, "Then please ask Sect Master Yun to wait here for a while, I will go and meet him first, if he is willing to exchange Zijinsha directly to me, it can save a lot of things, but if he is not willing to hand it over...... At that time, I will ask Sect Master Yun to join me in the attack, and use my absolute strength to force him to hand it over. ”

"No problem. Yun Zhen agreed very happily.

Substitute for Jian Wushuang to get the second drop of purple golden sand, which was the scope agreed before, and of course Yun Zhen had to contribute.

Jian Wushuang immediately headed towards the city ahead, and soon came to a huge gladiatorial arena in the center of the city.

The gladiatorial arena was vast enough to accommodate millions of people at the same time, and in the center of a huge martial arts arena, there were two Chaos gods and demons fighting wildly.

The battles in the gladiatorial arena of the Luo Xuan Domain are all endless, extremely crazy, and one of the cultivators must die before this battle will end.

Because of this, this gladiatorial arena attracted many cultivators.

Like now, around that martial arts arena, countless cultivators sat there, shouting and roaring wildly.

And one of them is the most fierce.

It was a scruffy old man dressed in tattered black robes, with his hair disheveled, and his body dirty, like a beggar.

"Haha, apprentice, come on, kill him!!"

"Don't entangle with him, just twist his head!"

"Suppress him, suppress him, don't embarrass the old man!"

This sloppy old man had the loudest voice and the most piercing voice, causing many cultivators around him to look at him.

Jian Wushuang appeared in the gladiatorial arena, and also glanced at the sloppy old man.

"He's the old wind monster?"

Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, although this sloppy old man didn't look like a strong man in terms of appearance and demeanor, but Jian Wushuang sensed it very clearly, there were many cultivators in the gladiatorial arena, but there was only this sloppy old man, and the hidden aura on his body was extremely powerful, obviously a genuine god powerhouse.

As for the two people who were fighting in the martial arts arena, a burly and sturdy man seemed to be the disciple of this wind old monster.

"Send his own disciple to this gladiatorial arena to fight to the death, and he is not afraid that his disciple will be killed?" Jian Wushuang muttered in his heart.

He could see that the disciple of this old wind monster was just a second-class god and demon, and his combat power was average, not very powerful, and his opponent was also a second-class god and demon.

However, luck seemed to be on the side of the old monster disciple, and the final result was that he narrowly won.

His opponent was blasted directly in the head, but his own shoulder was pierced by three fingers, leaving three bloody holes, and his face was extremely pale.

"Haha, win, win again!!" the old monster immediately rose into ecstasy, and the whole person looked extremely crazy.

In a corner of the gladiatorial arena, a middle-aged man with a fat body and feeling extremely greasy had a gloomy face.

"Director, this person has won three games in a row, and the wins are all the gods and demons in our gladiatorial arena, and the crazy old man who is the most fierce should be this person's master, he has suppressed a lot of primordial divine power on his disciples in every game, and after three games, we have lost a lot. A black-clothed waiter next to him said respectfully.

"How much did you lose in total?" asked the obese middle-aged man in a cold voice.

"That crazy old man pressed 1,000 drops of primordial divine power in the first game, and after winning, he pressed another 2,000 drops in the second game, and 4,000 drops in the third game, and after winning all three games, this crazy old man alone, we lost 7,000 drops of primordial divine power, not counting the pressure of others. The black-clothed waiter said.

"Seven thousand drops of primordial divine power, isn't it equivalent to the entire net worth of a second-level peak god and demon?" The fat middle-aged man looked ugly, "Staring at the two of them, after the two of them left the gladiatorial arena, he directly killed them, and took back all the lost primordial divine power, as well as their Qiankun rings." ”

"Yes. The black-clothed waiter immediately went down to make arrangements.

Opening a huge gladiatorial arena in the nine cities of the Luo Xuan Domain, the net profit is terrifying every year.

But the reason why there are such high profits, in addition to the benefits on the surface, there will also be some special means in the dark.

Like now, seven thousand drops of primordial divine power are already worth secretly using some means in this gladiatorial arena.

Soon, the Wind Monster left the gladiatorial arena with his disciples.

Not long after coming out of the gladiatorial arena, it was on the street.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

There were more than twenty figures, and the two of them surrounded the old monster.

"Master. ”

The sturdy man's face changed, he was just a second-class god and demon, but now all the people who appeared in front of him were gods and demons realm powerhouses, among which there were six second-class gods and demons, and there was even a first-class god and demon.

"Old fellow, obediently hand over all the primordial divine power you won from the gladiatorial arena, as well as your Qiankun ring, and I can spare you from dying. The first-class god and demon shouted coldly.

"Hehe, sure enough, there is no free lunch in this world, but you hit the old man with your idea, it's really stupid. The Wind Monster sneered.

Swish!

His figure moved abruptly, and a black figure flickered across the street.

A moment later he was back where he was.

The stout man looked around blankly, but found that the more than twenty people gathered around, including the six second-rank gods and demons and the first-class gods and demons, all fell down together.

Blood, spilled all over the ground.

The stout man was horrified at first, but then ecstatic.

He knew that he had followed his master, and his master was definitely an earth-shattering super powerhouse, probably a peak god and demon, no, maybe stronger!

"Let's go, boy. The Wind Monster spoke.

The stout man immediately nodded and walked forward.

But after only two walks, the pace of the wind monster stopped again.

"Huh?" Old Wind Monster looked up, only to find a young man with a long sword on his back on the street in front of him, slowly walking over with his hands folded.

"Is there anyone else?"

A trace of surprise also rose in the back of the wind monster's heart.

He had just swept his soul power around him, but he hadn't noticed the existence of this person.

And although the person in front of him looked extremely young, he gave him a feeling of impenetrable peeping.

This made the Wind Monster even more surprised.

Finally, the sword-bearing young man walked in front of the old monster of the wind.

"Hello Feng Senpai. ”

Jian Wushuang shouted, his expression also carrying a hint of humility.

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