Becoming a god starts from Douluo

Chapter 195

In the inner city, among tens of thousands of people, there was a lot of noise and excitement.

"This time, no matter life or death, the host is the Palace Master's daughter, Ms. Grace. Presumably everyone has read the specific content of the notice before, so I don't need to mention it here."

Looking for the reputation, I saw a [-]-meter-wide arena built in the center of the tens of thousands of people. On the arena, an old man with white hair and vicissitudes announced in a strong and powerful voice.

People of all ethnic groups in the audience had different expressions when they heard this. Most of the young men looked resolute and eager to try, and there were some people whose faces changed drastically after hearing this, and a few people showed lingering fear, and a few people laughed jokingly at this. His face looked contemptuous.

In addition, most of the other ghost tribes present, or the Rakshasa tribe, the Hai tribe and others were acting as melon eaters, mainly to watch the fun.

This performance seemed to have been expected by the old man. He raised his hands with a flat expression, signaling the people present to lower their voices and speak slowly.

"This ring competition is conducted according to the one-by-one elimination system. One person will guard the ring. As long as you can defend the challenge of seven people in turn, you will be eligible for promotion.

Among these ten thousand people, there are only ten people who can get the promotion qualification, and the last ten people will eliminate five people from the ten people in a five-to-five way.

The remaining five people who have not been eliminated will challenge the remaining four people one by one. In each competition, one person must be eliminated, and the last surviving person will be eligible to challenge Miss "Graceful".

For those who defeated Miss "Graceful", no matter what race they were, the previous rewards remained the same.In addition, the city lord will personally introduce this person. If you are lucky enough to be favored by the city lord, it is not impossible to recruit him as a good son-in-law.

Of course, even if you lose to Miss "Grace" in the end, the ten people who have successfully advanced can still get the promise made by the previous city lord. "

After saying that, the old man looked at the youths of various ethnic groups who had already boiled together below, and nodded slightly with a flat expression, as if he was very satisfied with his performance.

Then the old man jumped up and landed on the viewing platform behind the arena in an instant.

There are three seats on the viewing platform, a main seat, and a sub seat on the left and right, and the old man is sitting on the right sub seat.

And on the second seat on the left, there is also a person sitting, but this person is a woman.

The woman's figure and face are invisible, but it is because she is wearing a large magician's black robe and cloak.

However, under the contrast of the color of the black robe, one can clearly and abnormally see the long silver-white hair falling on the woman's shoulders, and a pair of dark red flesh wings stretched out in front of her head.

Taking a closer look, I saw that the pair of fleshy wings were the wings of a little red-eyed bat.

Immediately after the old man retreated, someone shouted loudly: "This round of competition is one victory in seven rounds. Once you win the competition, it doesn't matter whether you live or die. The competition begins."

As soon as this person finished speaking, a person flew up and landed on the ring.

The person who came was a young man with a deer-headed mouse-like face and an unusually ugly appearance. He was holding a full moon scimitar. Compared with most of the people present, his clothes looked extremely luxurious.

When the young man came up to the challenge, he first looked around at the tens of thousands of people below, and then reported his origin: "Raksha clan, Yongye, I have nothing else to ask for, but death, who will grant me death?"

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately attracted a group of melon-eating people in the audience to discuss it.

"It's actually Yong Ye from the Raksha clan. It is said that he is one of the best experts among the younger generation in this ghost town!"

"A master? It's just bragging about it by relying on the power of the clan."

"That's right, he still has the face to say that he wants to die. Who doesn't know that his family is powerful, and killing him is undoubtedly seeking his own death!"

"What are you afraid of? Although he can threaten us with his family, it doesn't mean he can threaten other people."

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted: "Look, this is Ji Chen of the crocodile family among the sea people."

"It's actually Ji Chen. It is said that his strength has reached the peak of the underworld warrior a year ago. He has been quiet for a year, and he may have already broken through the underworld king realm."

Someone reminded aloud: "Whether it breaks through or not, we will only see it later. There is nothing to guess."

Seeing the person coming, Yong Ye said with a gloomy face, "Ji Chen, do you want to make trouble with me on purpose?"

"So what if it's true, so what if it's not? You're so ugly and you're here to participate in the competition, and you're still using such indecent methods. Even if I don't make a move, someone will still come to clean you up."

The visitor was also a young man with a very handsome appearance, and he had no intention of showing mercy to Yong Ye at all.

"How dare you call me ugly!"

Hearing this, Yong Ye's expression darkened immediately, and he stared at Ji Chen fiercely.

Ji Chen put his arms around his shoulders and said with a smile: "It's well known, I'm just telling the truth. Don't blot out the ink, hurry up and I might spare you."

After saying that, Ji Chen hooked his fingers at Yong Ye with a playful look on his face.

"Not ashamed to speak."

Yong Ye snorted coldly, danced the round moon scimitar in his hand, and jumped up. With a set of movements, he was in front of Ji Chen in an instant, and slashed down with the scimitar in his hand.

"It's so close, let's see how you hide!"

This is what Yong Ye is thinking at this moment, but what he doesn't know is that this is also what Ji Chen is thinking.

"Destroy...soul...slash..."

Yongye shouted repeatedly, and the strength in his hand also strengthened a bit.

"Nether Flame."

At this time, Ji Chen also made a movement, and saw his right palm stretched out, aimed at Yong Ye's chest, and whispered in his mouth.

That's when the full moon scimitar in Yongye's hand fell on the hair on the top of Jichen's head.

One hit, no bells and whistles.

From the palm of Ji Chen's right hand, he saw a two-color flame shining and shooting out. In an instant, the flame touched Yong Ye's body, and he flew upside down and fell down the ring.

No one reached out to pick up Yongye's body, but unanimously gave him an open space so that his body could land on the ground smoothly.

No one was worried or sympathetic to Yong Ye, and there were countless applause in the audience. At this moment, they were celebrating the birth of a strong man.

Only when the realm has reached the level of a general can he be congratulated by thousands of people. No matter what the occasion, everyone present must do so.

At the end of the crowd, one horse and one person stood here, watching the scene on the ring with a calm expression.

These two people were exactly Shoumatou and Yuxuan who had just entered the inner city.

When Yong Ye was knocked out of the ring, Yu Xuan also looked away, and thought to himself: "Sure enough, whether there is a ghost flame or not is the same as whether a soul master has a martial soul avatar. The watershed in this It's not something that a Hades or a Soul Emperor can break through."

(End of this chapter)