Awakened the mythical level at the beginning

In the front row of the auditorium, Qin Yuan, wearing a black mask, slowly opened his eyes.

Just now, he was manipulating Qinglian's avatar, and everything went as he expected, without any accidents.

The only shortcoming is that Qin Yuan's spiritual consciousness, that is, insufficient soul power, or in other words, he still cannot master the knack of one mind and two purposes.

You can't control yourself and your avatar at the same time, let alone fight at the same time.

"It seems that you have to get proficient slowly. It's not difficult to use one mind at two times, but it's best to practice a powerful soul-like exercise."

Qin Yuan muttered to himself.

After a few minutes.

The handsome and charming Li Taibai, dressed in fluttering white clothes and half-faced as a fox, appeared in the life-and-death competition.

"This is Li Taibai, why does it feel like a different person?"

"It should be, the blood battle field can't make a mistake."

"Wow, so handsome, I met him at the door just now!"

"Hmph, what's the use of being handsome!"

"Come on, hurry up and kill Li Taibai who is more handsome than me!"

"..."

The audience exclaimed and commented, especially some female audiences, seeing Li Taibai's figure, immediately turned into fans.

"I am more handsome than Li Taibai, why didn't there be any girls in my arms yesterday!"

Looking at Li Taibai standing on the ring, Qin Yuan couldn't help murmuring in his heart.

Sure enough, this is a world that looks at faces.

However, Li Taibai is Qin Yuan, and Qin Yuan is Li Taibai.

The girl who cheers for Li Taibai is cheering for Qin Yuan.

Yes, that's right!

It's just that Qin Yuan felt a little unhappy in his heart.

It's really annoying, to be compared to a clone!

"You are Li Taibai, you really have a pretty face, you are thin and tender, but I like it!"

Opposite, came a bearded strong man, staring at Li Taibai under the mask, licking his tongue.

Li Taibai felt a sudden chill.

What's wrong with this world!

Puff!

The next moment, Li Taibai swung the eight-star square sword in his hand, and pierced the head of the bearded man with one sword.

An opponent at the ninth-rank black iron realm!

One move kills!

This is Li Taibai!

"Next!"

Li Taibai's voice came out faintly, and the whole arena cheered again.

The screams erupted by the small number of women completely covered up the angry curses of most of the men.

Yu Xing stared at Li Taibai's figure, then at those women who were crazier than men, and fell into deep thought.

In the past, the bloody arena was dominated by bloody violence, especially the use of life and death to attract a large number of audiences, but the vast majority of audiences were male.

Female audiences are few and far between.

Now, perhaps unintentionally, he seems to have found a way to increase the popularity of the Blood Arena.

fan market?

Does Blood Battle Arena also need to launch a representative idol in order to attract female audiences.

Although in this world, the strong are respected, there are more male spiritual masters.

But as long as there are women, there will never be a shortage of men, and there are even some men who are willing to be jealous of a woman and spend a lot of money.

"Steward, I have arranged for three bronze-level opponents to appear in the seventh, eighth, and ninth rounds."

A staff member came to Yu Xing and said in a low voice.

"No, don't send a Bronze Realm Spirit Master on stage today."

Yu Xing rolled his eyes and said.

"Here, there are only seven Black Iron Realm players participating today, and one of them is still ours."

The staff hurriedly said.

Qin Yuan killed a ninth-rank black iron-level ghost assassin last time, and just now quickly beheaded a ninth-rank black iron-level opponent.

The strength shown is definitely beyond the black iron realm.

Therefore, even if there are some desperadoes whose strength has not reached the bronze level, they will not foolishly go up to die.

"Send those slaves up!"

Yu Xing said with a blank face.

Slaves are not ordinary civilians, nor are they thugs who sell themselves in the battlefield.

It was some forces that were not wiped out by the blood battle field, and the spirit masters who survived after being captured by chance.

Or it was sold to the Imperial Spirit Master in the Blood Arena by other forces as monsters.

For these people, death is not a pity for the blood battle field.

"Yes!"

The staff responded.