The Colosseum

Several beast tamers who wore their defensive robes tightly entered the field with a net and threw them into the net to catch the flame-hunting tiger that was trying to escape.

The defeated Flame Hunter was taken away by the beast tamer through another cave door, and behind that cave door were all captured demon beasts.

Shuo Jian clenched his hands into fists, slammed his chest, and raised his head to the sky and roared, fierce and high-spirited.

The caretaker covered his ears and was surprised, "This guy screams a few times every time he wins." ”

Zhan Changfeng recalled that when the Burst Flame Hunting Tiger was dragged away by the net, the eyes he revealed were a little depressed. Claiming that warriors are really willing to be trapped in the cage of beasts and men for your amusement?

What is a warrior?

Those who have the strength and guts?

The Dreadnought?

Or can you not hesitate to sacrifice your life in exchange for the winner of the battle?

Insufficient information.

Zhan Changfeng opened the iron door and closed it with his backhand, and the caretaker was stunned, "Your Excellency, what are you going to do?"

She had already walked into the Colosseum, not far from the nine-foot man.

The nine-foot man grabbed the thick hair that was slightly curly, "What are you doing up here?"

"You're a warrior?"

The nine-foot reckless man's expression was grim, as if he had been questioned, "I am a warrior!"

The light in his eyes was burning and unswerving, as if he regarded the "warrior" as the supreme honor, but Zhan Changfeng was a little uncertain, and said, "Then use the identity of a warrior to fight with me." ”

"You're also a warrior?" the nine-foot reckless man said with a slight joy, but he couldn't believe it.

She took his look in her eyes and gradually perfected his footnote to the warrior, "We have iron discipline, high collective honor, and fight for our faith, isn't this a warrior?"

Zhan Changfeng was solemn and firm word by word, but in fact, every word was testing his reaction, and when she read the word faith, the eyes of the nine-foot reckless man burst out with amazing battle intent, and he responded, "This is a warrior!"

Trouble.

People who already have strong beliefs are not so easy to accept, "I fought for immortality, and what are you fighting for?"

The nine-foot reckless man said loudly, "The warriors of the Shuoren tribe only fight for battle!

The Shuo tribe?

There is no such Shuoren tribe among the known forces, at least not in the Hidden Cloud Stream.

Zhan Changfeng did not hide his purpose, "My goal is to break the hegemony list, destined to fight for a lifetime, although the situation is difficult and dangerous, the enemy is watching, but the momentum has been achieved, are you willing to join?"

“... Didn't you call that old man?" the nine-foot man was shocked, how did he get into this problem all of a sudden?

"Just now, not now, I am very surprised by your will to fight, and I also think that you may not only be a warrior, if you have the opportunity, you may also be a god of war in the future. "Facts have proved that Zhan Changfeng is really straightforward in recruiting talents.

The nine-foot reckless man moved his lips, stunned and couldn't think of how to reply, for a long time, he said in a low voice, "There is only one god of war in the Shuoren tribe. ”

The battle song and the battle were intertwined in his ears, and his eyes were blood-colored, and the tall body with his back to him stood in an eternal posture in the sound of the enemy's horn, and the nine-foot reckless man sighed, "I am a warrior of the Shuoren tribe, and I only have the Shuoren tribe in my heart." ”

Zhan Changfeng naturally could hear the sadness in his sigh, and he expected that something had happened to his tribe, and she didn't press it, "It's okay, I admire your loyalty and faith, I hope you return to your tribe as soon as possible, if you have nowhere to go before this, you can come to me to give in, and I welcome you." ”

The nine-foot man's rough face softened, "Thank you, Ji Yan." ”

"But you are too aggrieved here, and it is not in line with the spirit of the warrior, I have already greeted the director of the casino, and I can take you away at dawn, this is also my agreement with Lao Er, what do you think?"

Zhan Changfeng was afraid that he would be awkward, and added, "The agreement has been reached, and it can't be changed now, I hope you won't let me be a person who doesn't believe in my word to Lao'er." ”

The nine-foot reckless man is actually not reckless, he intuitively feels that the casino will not let him leave so easily, if there is an agreement, then there is a deal, how can he let a person who has no relatives and no reason bear the price for him, but he pretends not to know anything.

Warriors can't just owe favors.

There are still eight years left for him to live.

"No, you go, I won't leave. The nine-foot reckless man had a resolute face and refused decisively.

Zhan Changfeng guessed his thoughts, and he was not surprised, "How long and how long will you stay here before you can return to your hometown, not to mention that my agreement with the principal will not stop because of your refusal, and you don't have to have any burden." ”

The nine-foot reckless man bowed his head in contemplation, and after a moment he still replied, "Warriors, dare to act, and never let others bear the consequences of their own actions. ”

He is very insistent on his warrior path, even if he can figure out some truth from the perspective of others, he will not change his habits and persistence.

"Then let's solve it the warrior way. Zhan Changfeng once again put forward the initial request, "Fight with me, and the loser promises the winner one thing." ”

The nine-foot reckless man didn't have a bad feeling for her, but instead had a little joy of being appreciated in the conversation just now, but this didn't prevent him from disliking her weak body.

"I can knock you out with one punch. The nine-foot reckless man was full of honesty and hoped that she would retreat in the face of difficulties.

"I can't kill you in one move, but I can defeat you in ten breaths. "In the matter of inviting war, Zhan Changfeng is obviously familiar with it, and inadvertently makes people feel inadequate.

Nine-foot reckless man's great happiness, yo, ten breaths?

The warrior could not refuse any provocative covenant, so let's fight, so that she could die of this heart.

The iron gate was enchanted, and the caretaker couldn't hear their conversation, but in the blink of an eye, what was going on, he anxiously pushed the iron door, but the door was cast and could not be opened at all. It's over, the person who the owner confessed to him wants to make a good deal under his nose, how can he still get mixed up in the casino.

The nine-foot reckless man's blood is surging, once the warrior enters the combat state, he will not show mercy for any reason, his fist tears the clouds and cracks, bringing up the wind, as if to crush the opponent into scum.

What ten breaths, arrogance!

Zhan Changfeng only came out with a sword, and a sword was like a mirror of eternity, reflecting the red dust.

When a warrior has faith, then he has a backing, and he has obsession, and he can't break free from the red dust karma, not to mention that this warrior still has a heartache.

"Go, never come back!"

The sacrificial song pierced the ears, the heaven and the earth were bloody, and the banner of the tribe fell with a bang.

Shuoren conquered the Quartet, and he could not escape the fate of being conquered by others, but he never expected that the defeat would come so violently and destroy a tribe that had existed for a long time.

Why is he the only one who escaped!

Why is he locked up in this iron cage!

Because... If he lives, he lives!

The nine-foot man's mind fluctuated, and the battle intent that flowed in the blood and rooted in the soul suddenly exploded, breaking through the karma of the demons in his heart, but Zhan Changfeng's sword was also against his throat.

It's a pity that he has a pair of copper skin and iron bones, and he is not afraid of her sword light, but he was defeated in a thought, and the nine-foot reckless man locked his eyebrows and glared, "I don't accept it, I lost to my own inner demon, not you." ”

Zhan Changfeng said good-naturedly, "Then do it again, I'll change it." ”

I had a dream at night, and I dreamed that Zhan Changfeng (my intuition told me it was her) was wearing a black robe, holding a sword in her hand, so handsome, but the next second she broke the sword and pulled out a rolled cloth from it, what the hell.... You're not on a channel, hey!