Demon Dragon Emperor

Chapter 2966 Silver-faced Su Qing
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The ground trembled for a while, like ten thousand beasts galloping.

A huge figure, only 18 meters high, gallops from a distance.

From a distance, one could see the powerful muscles of this figure, as well as the bronze-colored skin exposed to the sun.

The two legs are like the branches of two big trees.

It was Di Bao, the supreme leader of the barbarians.

On the seat, many monks watched Di Bao's arrival, their faces were all vague, revealing a touch of arrogance.

Such a strong body!

Isn't it still the same, to succumb to the feet of oneself and others?
Kong has such a body, but does not have the kind of power to match it. He is really just a savage, a beast.

"Tsk tsk, what a strong body."

"Sister, don't look, I'm afraid you can't bear this kind of body, hehe..."

"Sister, don't talk nonsense, I don't have any thoughts about this kind of savage."

"Many people are here for the first time, and they may not know that although these savages don't have much strength, they are still very shocking when they collide with each other."

"This time, let you have a good experience!"

Many people talked about it.

"boom!"

At this moment, Di Bao arrived, stood in the middle of the arena, and knelt down on one knee towards the seat.

Suddenly, the vanity of many monks felt great satisfaction.

In the world of monks, there are too many strong people, and they often have to bow their heads.

But in this barbarian tribe, they are gods!

"My lord, everything is ready for this divine battle!" Di Bao said with a loud voice.

"Keep your voice down, what if you scare the lady?"

On a certain seat, someone started drinking violently.

Di Bao quickly lowered his head, looking extremely frightened.

"never mind."

Beside the person who spoke, there was a woman.

He waved his hand and said, "It's just a group of beasts. I can't talk to them. Let's start the battle of gods as soon as possible. Whoever can stand at the end will be rewarded with a hundred fairy crystals."

Hearing these words, Di Bao suddenly showed great joy.

Those monks saw clearly, and the look of disdain on their faces suddenly became heavier.

This is the barbarians, poor as hell.

There are only a hundred fairy crystals, and as the supreme commander, Di Bao is happy to be like this.

What an uncivilized race!
"Miss has already said, don't you hurry up and start the battle of gods?!" The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man shouted again.

"Yes!"

Di Bao responded and stood up.

When he turned his head, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a middle-aged man sitting on the right side of the woman before him.

This middle-aged man is Hua Fan, an elder in the slave market.

Half of the credit for the arena of the barbarians belongs to him.

And that woman is Hua Fan's daughter, Hua Yunyan.

Di Bao's IQ has been completely enlightened, no different from a monk.

Even, during these years of fighting, many barbarians have developed amazing sensitivity.

It was easy for Di Bao to notice the group of people sitting above Hua Fan.

There were dozens of people in total, but they were divided into three parties.

The leaders were all three young men.

They looked at Di Bao, and at the entire barbarian tribe, they were full of disgust.

It seems that for people like them, such an uncivilized savage race really doesn't deserve to be in the same world as them.

"The identities of these three parties must be higher than Hua Fan!" Di Bao thought to himself.

However, this has nothing to do with Di Bao.

The only person he cares about is Hua Fan.

In other words, it is the golden blood of Hua Fan's life.

"I hope he really brought it..." Di Bao gritted his teeth.

……

"God battle, start!"

Without too much hesitation, Di Bao shouted loudly: "All gladiators, stand out!"

"Boom boom boom!"

One after another figures came out from all directions, making the ground tremble continuously.

There are tall and short, the tall ones are barbarians, and the short ones are slaves.

"Silver noodles come out!" Di Bao shouted again.

Immediately, a relatively short figure walked out from the crowd.

Di Bao took a deep look at him.

This person wore a silver-white mask, and since he entered the arena, he had killed many barbarians.

The name has been completely forgotten.

The entire arena called him 'Silver Face'.

But in fact, he is Su Qing.

To be able to live until now, what Su Qing relied on was the Kunpeng Holy Body given to him by Su Han.

Of course, if he wasn't a physical trainer, then he wouldn't necessarily be sent here.

It has been more than 1 years since Su Qing came to the medium star field.

But it was sent here only 500 years ago.

For the other 500 years, Su Qing was in the world of monks.

Relying on the element spars given by Su Han, he exchanged some at will and bought a lot of resources.

Therefore, his physical cultivation has reached the first-order fairyland.

However, it ends here.

In one battle, the slave market discovered his physical strength and dispatched strong men to defeat him.

Then, he was stamped with the mark of a slave, extracted his natal golden blood, and sent him here.

What makes Su Qing feel lucky is not that he is still alive, but that he has hidden all the elemental crystals that Su Han gave him.

Su Qing is well aware of the truth that everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty.

Therefore, even if he became a slave, the slave market did not take away those element spars.

What is even more fortunate is that in order for Su Qing to come here to fight, the slave market did not search for his soul.

……

"Is he silver-faced?"

"I've heard that Yin Mian was a slave a long time ago, but it's a little admirable to be able to survive fighting among the barbarians for so long."

"I really want to see what he looks like under the mask!"

"What's there to see? I heard that once in a fight, a barbarian ripped his face apart. Even if he recovers now, there must be a huge scar."

"Forget it, it's just a slave, and there's really nothing to see."

When Su Qing came out, many people showed joy.

This is the person known as the strongest in the arena. When he fights, he must be very happy, right?

Just imagine, a slave tearing apart a barbarian with a height of several meters, it is really impatient!

"What is your goal in this battle of gods?" Di Bao asked.

Su Qing's eyes swept across Hua Fan's body without any trace.

Then he said lightly: "It's just a bunch of rubbish, everyone, I will tear them apart!"

"Wow!"

The audience was in an uproar and excited inexplicably.

That Hua Fan's eyes flashed even more, and when a smile appeared, a drop of natal golden blood also appeared in his hand.

The moment this drop of natal golden blood appeared, Su Qing's heart twitched violently.

He could clearly feel that this natal golden blood belonged to him!
(End of this chapter)