In the Holy Arena. To read the book ◆ book book.一 1 ̄

Accompanied by Ye Xiaochun, Hong Yu quietly waited for the start of the battle in the VIP room.

Every battle bet will appear in the battlefield with a list representing the support rating, and the opponent of 233 today is 245.

Both of them are old fighters in the Holy Arena!

In particular, No. 233 has fought nearly 100 battles in the Holy Arena, with a terrifying record of 89% victory.

Such a record, even in the entire Holy Arena, is an existence that can shoot the top ten, and it is definitely a heavyweight fighter powerhouse.

It stands to reason that with such a strong record as No. 233, his odds should be very low.

But today......

The odds on number 233 are surprisingly high, reaching one to one hundred and thirty.

This should have been a surprise.

But today, far from anyone expressing surprise, the entire Holy Fighting Arena seemed to be accustomed to such odds, as if they were commonplace.

The reason for all this is the identity of No. 233 and No. 245, today's opponent.

If No. 233 is a fierce tiger with a great reputation, then No. 245 fighter is an absolute Tyrannosaurus rex, sweeping everything, debuting for five years, three months and fifteen days, and participating in a terrifying 568 duels in the Holy Arena. The battle victory rate of No. 245 has reached 100%, and he is undefeated, known as King Kong's invincible body!

"No. 233 dares to challenge No. 245?

"Who doesn't know that Number 245 is notoriously powerful, and I haven't seen him defeated since he appeared in the Arena five years ago. ”

"You said that the Saint Arena set the odds of No. 233 so high, will it be an upset today?"

"You think too much, when you reach this level of battle, the two of you are never going to meet each other. The battle will only end if one side dies, and do you think 245 will choose to sacrifice his life?"

"That's the same, so who do you say it's better to press?"

"245 ......, of course"

In the Holy Arena, there is constantly a powerful man, who is talking about it, and has made up his own chips. ※ To ■ read a book to see one.◇1―

Minutes and seconds passed.

Seeing that there were only five minutes left in the battle to start, the bets were also closed, and rows of numbers suddenly appeared on the betting list.

Thereinto......

The number of supporters representing No. 245 has reached 97, and the betting amount has exceeded 500 billion of the best Xuanjing!

Such stakes may seem particularly noticeable and expensive elsewhere. But in Kowloon Island, such a level of chips can only be seen a few more times, but it is not shocking. After all, the entire Holy Arena can accommodate more than 100 million strong people watching the battle at the same time, and 97 of the audience supports No. 245, which means that more than 90 million strong people support No. 245.

One person only needs 5ooo multi-grade Xuanjing, which is to be able to make up a betting amount of 500 billion top-grade Xuanjing, so naturally there will be nothing shocking.

However.

When someone has a bet on 233, it is completely sluggish.

"This, this, what the hell?" said a strong man, dumbfounded.

The man next to him was stunned for a moment, looked at it, and then his eyes widened, and then he squirted out the wine in his mouth and pointed to the list: "I, I, I'll go...... What kind of idiot is this? He—he must have thought that No. 233 and No. 245 were deliberately arranged by the Holy Arena and were waiting for an upset? This person is too stupid and naïve, right?"

On top of the list.

The support rate of the supporter No. 233 powerhouse is only three percent, but its betting amount is more than one trillion of the best Xuanjing!

What's more......

This trillion bets of the best Xuanjing were all cast by one person!

"VIP Room No. 9? Which tyrant is it? So awesome, it's a trillion top-grade Xuanjing as soon as you make a move?"

"This is definitely a bull, the shot is a trillion of the best Xuanjing, tsk, this kind of trick is really terrifying......"

"Rich people are willful!"

The strong people talked about it, and the emotional, mocking, and jealous people were overwhelmed.

Meanwhile. ■ One ※ look △ book book _ book.

In one of the boxes in the Arena, there were no other powerhouses or VIPs here.

Anyone who can enter this box is not an internal powerhouse of the Holy Arena, and moreover, without a certain identity and status, they are not qualified to enter here.

Pei Meng sat on the soft seat, holding a transparent wine glass in his right hand, with half a glass of fresh light wine in the glass. Shaking gently, the little cat took a sip, and Pei Meng's left hand gently tapped the armrest to make a "bang" sound.

Narrowing his eyes staring at the numbers displayed on the list, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but glow with a playful arc: "It seems that Ye Xiaochun has done a good job." Tsk, this kid named Hong Yu is really rich enough, and he can actually come up with a trillion top-grade Xuanjing. ”

One trillion of the best Xuanjing!

Even in Kowloon Island, which is full of local tyrants, it can be regarded as a huge amount of money!

"Ye Xiaochun, this kid also has some skills, and he can fool Hong Yu's kid out of such a huge amount of money, this is probably all Hong Yu's worth, right?"

Pei Meng muttered to himself, squinted his eyes, and said indifferently, "Wait...... Waiting for the end of a game, Hong Yu lost a fortune. When the time comes, I will come forward to ask for his black dragon ring, and then give the ring to the field governor, with the attitude that the field governor attached to the black dragon ring when he mentioned it, it will definitely give me a lot of rewards!"

Thinking of this, Pei Meng lay down on the chair leisurely.

............

"It's begun, this battle has finally begun!"

"The battle of No. 245 in the No. 233 domain, No. 245 will definitely win!"

"Maybe No. 233 can cause an upset, and the guy who bets on one trillion of the best Xuanjing may be able to make a lot of money!"

"Hahaha, I'm laughing to death......"

Everyone laughed.

Lounge 9 ......

Ye Xiaochun's eyes flashed with a light of banter and ridicule, looking at Hong Yu, who was calmly looking at the two people facing each other in the arena, and couldn't help but mock secretly in his heart: "Pretend, continue to pretend." You must be more nervous than anyone else now, right? That's it, Lao Tzu is kind-hearted, and if you lose this time, Lao Tzu will buy you a ferry ticket to let you leave Kowloon Island!"

Ye Xiaochun thought so in his heart, and the smile on his face became brighter.

It's as if it's all incredibly peaceful!

In the VIP room, Huo Lao sat quietly in the corner, his eyes seemed to be dim, but he was actually extremely wise.

Between his eyes slowly raised, a trace of fine light swept by, and he glanced at Ye Xiaochun, and couldn't help revealing a faint sneer: "Idiot...... If you are sold, you have to help the number of people, and it is probably you!"

Of course, Ye Xiaochun didn't know everything.

The battle on the battlefield also began in the midst of all the attention.

No. 233 is a strong man wearing black iron armor with a trace of black light all over his body, his eyes are like blood spurting, and he kills No. 245.

No. 245 is like an iron-clad king.

There was a strong majesty all over his body, his eyes were like a ferocious and tyrannical vicious beast, staring at No. 233 opposite, and his indifferent words carried a strong domineering will: "No. 233?

"Whew!"

No. 233 breathed a sigh of relief, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a familiar figure flashed in his mind.

That person had a supreme position in the entire Holy Arena.

His name is Pei Meng!

"Pei Meng, I'm just unwilling to play fake matches, so you want me to die. Okay, well, as long as I can not die today, as long as I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely cut you with a thousand knives!" A crazy look danced in his eyes, and his gaze like two blades shot straight into the distance, cutting and tearing the void in half.

This is boundless hatred!

"No. 233, enjoy the last period of your life!" No. 245 suddenly smirked and rushed towards No. 233.

Number 245 wears a long knife as sharp as a knife.

slashed at the body of the No. 233 powerhouse in the air, and the sword light gushed out, swallowing a sharp edge like a rainbow.

Where the sword passed, the void trembled, like ten thousand beasts galloping,

"Get out of here!"

233 jerked up his hands, and a long sword in his hand was raised high.

However......

His long sword couldn't withstand the bombardment of this knife at all, and it broke into two with a "bang", and a trace of extreme resentment flashed in No. 233's eyes: "Bastard...... Saint Arena, you deceive people too much......" He revealed that his long sword was actually dropped and replaced with an inferior weapon, and it was destroyed in this fight.

"Hahaha, let's die!" laughed 245.

He did not have the slightest mercy or sympathy, and the broadsword fell mercilessly again.

No. 233 hurriedly dodged, but he still couldn't resist the sharp knife, and he was slashed in the shoulder with a "bang", and half of the blade was deeply sunk into the flesh and blood. A fierce light flashed in No. 233's eyes, and he endured the severe pain, his shoulder contracted, and he actually squeezed and stuck the long knife with the bones on his shoulder, and No. 233 rushed forward violently.

He opened his mouth wide and bit down on 245.

"Poof!"

A bite of flesh from No. 245's shoulder, blood flowed everywhere, and he was furious, and with a low roar, he raised his palm and slapped No. 233's chest.

"Boom!"

No. 233 was shaken, his mouth spurted blood, and his body flew upside down.

Slammed into the ring.

The sound of the "whoosh" body rubbing against the ground suddenly sounded, dragging out a long line of smoke and dust, billowing like a burning fire belt.

Half of his body was hanging out of the ring.

No. 233 was angry, and No. 245 was stimulated by blood, his eyes were red, and he walked towards No. 233 with a long knife. The fierce god is vicious and murderous, and he is about to slash the big knife in his hand and cut off the head of No. 233......

In the No. 9 VIP room, Ye Xiaochun's eyes were surging wildly when he looked at this scene, but on the surface, he was depressed and distressed, and said regretfully: "It's not good, we are going to lose this time." He looked at Hong Yu with a fake apology on his face, "Young Master Yu, I'm really sorry, I caused you to lose so much ......."

However.

Without waiting for him to finish, Hong Yu smiled slightly and looked back at him......

"Not necessarily!"

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