"Ladies and gentlemen, let me make a statement first, because this salamander is a bit special, please decide carefully, once you sign a contract to enter, it doesn't matter if you live or die. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Of course, if you can successfully kill this salamander, you will get 1% of the total bet. ”

The widow Ya bloomed in the attic like a fiery rose, and presided over it herself, which shows that this beast must be full of fun, which can also be seen from the reward of the beast.

"One percent of the total bet! My grass has been ten times higher than before, is there anything special about this salamander? "Some of the more experienced warriors who often mingled in the Colosseum began to ponder.

"The reward offered by the Colosseum this time is too high, I'm afraid this mutated salamander is not as simple as it seems." Some of the martial artists who were originally going to sign up suddenly stopped and pondered.

Although many of the warriors who are willing to participate in the beast fight come for the high reward, they will also assess the risk and will not do anything to die in vain.

Now that the Colosseum is paying so much, it makes them hesitate a little, after all, this is too abnormal.

But at this moment, a young man with a grim face and a hat walked out and walked towards the signing office of the Colosseum, which immediately attracted the attention of all the audience, and everyone quietly watched in a very tacit understanding.

The person in charge of signing the contract was a scar-faced man, and in front of him was a crystal ball that tested the cultivation of martial artists, which was to prevent someone from deliberately hiding his cultivation, maliciously breaking the rules of the Colosseum.

"Put your palm on the crystal ball and run the true element." The scar-faced man lifted his eyelids and said in a routine manner.

Ling Hantian slowly put his palm on the crystal ball, and the true yuan moved, and suddenly the droplets in the crystal pillar next to the crystal ball rose by two blocks, and finally it was almost close to three blocks.

"In the late stage of the refinement dual," the scar-faced man narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his eyelids and asked, "Are you sure you want to challenge this salamander?" ”

When the scar-faced man said the last sentence, he especially bit 'this one' heavily, intending to remind Ling Hantian to do what he could, he had presided over the Colosseum for so many years, and he had seen many martial artists like Ling Hantian who tried to leapfrog the challenge.

But in the case of no weapons and only hand-to-hand combat, it is not ordinarily difficult for human warriors to defeat or even kill fierce beasts of the same level.

What's more, Ling Hantian was a few small realms lower than this mutated salamander.

But Ling Hantian nodded without hesitation and didn't say much.

The scar-faced man glanced at Ling Hantian, and finally reminded: "Just press your palm on the red stamp pad next to you, but before that, I have to remind you again that once you press your palm on the red stamp pad, you will lose the opportunity to regret it, and you must go to the stage, and whether you live or die after you go to the stage, it has nothing to do with my Colosseum, you can agree." ”

"Agreed!" Ling Hantian bit his voice and squeezed out these two words, and then pressed his palm on the red stamp pad next to him without any hesitation.

And with Ling Hantian's action, suddenly the entire fighting beast boiled again, and even the widow Ya above the attic also cast her eyes.

"I'll it, this is the stupid fork that popped up there, playing with the cultivation of the late stage of the refinement body, and daring to challenge this mutated third-level salamander?" A martial artist who was eager to try his hand suddenly felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Ling Han innocently pressing his palm on the red seal pad.

"The crystal ball test in the Colosseum has never made a mistake for so many years, this person must be a double cultivation of the refining body, judging by his cold face, could it be that this person is cultivating water attribute exercises, so he is not afraid of this mutated salamander?" The more experienced martial artist frowned and groaned.

Above the attic, a different color flashed in the widow's beautiful eyes, and her gaze fell on Ling Hantian's body, and a playful smile pursed at the corner of her mouth.

A guy in the late stage of refining body doubles dared to challenge this mutated salamander, others didn't know the special features of this mutated salamander, but as the owner of the Colosseum, and also personally presided over this beast competition, how could she not know the uniqueness of this mutant salamander.

Ordinary body refining triple martial artists are certain to die in the face of this mutated salamander, and perhaps only some disciples cultivated in the big sects may be able to defeat this mutant salamander in the same level.

Looking at Ling Hantian's dress, there is nothing special, it may be an ordinary cold martial artist, such a martial artist not only has limited resources, but also has a pitiful inheritance, and the challenge of skipping the level is simply a fool's dream.

It can be said that Widow Ya was not optimistic that Ling Hantian would be able to win from head to toe, and even all the martial artists present who were refining the triple body, as long as they dared to take the stage, there was only one ending.

Die!

This can also be seen from the odds offered in the underground Colosseum, Ling Hantian's odds of winning have reached a terrifying one to one hundred, while the odds of losing are as low as one to one and zero one.

With such a huge difference in odds, it can be said that as long as you don't bet on Ling Hantian, it is a steady win, although the rebate is not much, but if you bet big, the income is still considerable.

Suddenly, all the gamblers began to bet, many gamblers bet all the gold coins, and even began to mortgage, betting all their net worth.

Seeing that his odds of winning were so terrifying, Ling Hantian shook his head and took out a delicate storage bag from his arms, which was naturally smooth from the brocade-clothed young man.

Although this brocade-clothed young man is a second-generation official, he doesn't have much cash with him, but five hundred gold coins, Ling Hantian bet all the five hundred gold coins on himself at one time, and this is also the only bet on Ling Hantian in the audience.