The Era of Monster Editing: From the College Entrance Examination to the Lord of the Dragon God

Before getting on the bus, he bought ten more energy chocolate bars and put them in his pocket for emergencies.

After nearly two or three hours of driving.

The largest monster market in the outer city finally appeared in front of you.

It is 02:30 in the afternoon, and there are many people in the East Bay Monster Market.

There are various monster materials in the surrounding shops and stalls.

There are even editable monster eggs!

When passing by a booth, Xiao Ting raised his eyebrows with interest when he saw one of the Zerg-patterned eggs.

[Monster Egg]: Red Dragon Centipede (Tier [-])

[Racial Potential]: Elite Zerg

[attribute]: fire

【Hatch probability】: 1%

Although there is a dragon character, but he is a serious fire-type monster.

Xiao Ting was dazzled by the sight, so he simply stopped and pointed, "How much is this monster egg?"

The boss saw that he was dressed mysteriously, with a pair of flower arms, and quickly said politely: "Brother, elite-level devil eggs, one-buy price, 250 million!"

A monster egg with a hatching probability of 1% sold for 250 million?

Whoever buys it is a big injustice!

Xiao Ting turned around and left.

Walking around the market, he just looked around but didn't buy.

Just as he swayed to a corner and closed his eyes to rest.

Suddenly a voice came from beside me:

"Brother, do you want to buy monster eggs for your daughter?"

"Have you ever heard of a place called the Underground Colosseum?"

Xiao Ting turned around.

The little yellow hair who had been following him for a while finally stood up mysteriously.

Xiao Ting put on a show in the market for a while, in order to portray a "big guy out of prison who has no money but wants to buy a birthday gift for his daughter".

Sure enough, it caught the attention of the informant!

Information is delivered to your door on its own initiative!

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Xiao Huangmao had noticed this mysterious man more than 20 minutes ago.

The eldest brother has a pair of flower arms, running around to buy monster eggs for his daughter, bargaining for thousands of dollars.

It looks stubborn and poor.

This is their underground colosseum, favorite gambler...

See Xiao Ting raised his eyebrows.

Huang Mao hurriedly handed over a Hua Zi: "Brother, I have no malicious intentions, I just want to introduce you to a good place!"

He lowered his voice, raised his hand vaguely, and pointed to an underground bar not far away.

"Underground Colosseum, have you heard of it?"

"Hey, the place to play the monster arena!"

"Different from ordinary battlefields, the Underground Colosseum doesn't care about life or death. If you win, you can immediately get the spoils..."

The so-called spoils are the losers of the beast fight!

The corpse of an ordinary level monster, full of treasures, can be broken down and sold for a good price of 10 to 80!

"If you pass five levels and kill six generals, you can get a lot of money from the gambling pool!"

"Brother, if money is tight, you can go and have a look!"

After Huang Mao finished speaking, he turned and left.

This man's golden pupils are too cold, he is definitely a big brother who has been released after serving his sentence.

Xiao Ting didn't know about the other party, so he turned his brain into a big demon king with pure prison style.

He retracted his gaze and strode towards the speakeasy.

Loud noises and loud music came from afar.

The signboard of the bar is very exaggerated, and the neon lights are colorful, making people feel gaudy, which is far from the hidden place Xiao Ting imagined.

When Xiao Ting entered the back door of the bar, a waiter greeted him: "The flu has been severe in the past month, and in crowded places, please choose a themed mask."

Xiao Ting: ...

Your means of camouflage are closely following current events.

He randomly picked up a black mask and put it on his face.

The young waiter stretched out his hand: "Please."

go inside.

The dancers in the ballroom danced wildly, and the music was deafening.

Suddenly, four drunken strong men leaned over, showing their arms, and teasingly said: "Brother, do you want to have a drink!"

As the drunk man talked, he grabbed his hand!

This should be the threshold test for entering the underground Colosseum, right?

Suddenly, Xiao Ting punched the drunk man on the bridge of the nose.

bump!

Human bones are obviously not as hard as those of elite monsters.

The drunk flew three or four meters away and landed on the other side of the arena. His head was bleeding and he was unconscious.

"You bastard!"

The remaining three drunks rushed up angrily.

Another punch!

One person flew seven or eight meters and landed in the dance hall.

Everyone in the ballroom fell silent.

The dancer who was still dancing on the pole just now drew her weapon.

Everyone in the bar looked at Xiao Ting, all kinds of electric batons, guns, and steel knives were exposed on his body.

When the atmosphere is on the verge of breaking out.

Two drunk men waved their hands wildly behind them!

Don't get on!

Able to overthrow an ordinary captain with one punch.

This is definitely a boss they can't afford to mess with! !

Don't move.

Don't mess with this evil god!

Two drunk bodyguards looked terrified.

The man on the opposite side was definitely a boss, and they had only felt the murderous aura released at that moment from the elite boss Da Hongjie!

He was stared at by a group of people as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Xiao Ting stood still and did not move at all. With the help of [Invisibility Cloak], he simulated the murderous look on Wang Hun's body, and stared at the waiter beside him:

"Can the boring temptation end?"

An extremely crazy, tyrannical bloody breath erupted from his body.

This is a middle-level dark editor, after killing thousands of people, he formed a violent murderous look.

Everyone was breathless, as if they saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a forest of flesh and blood! !

The waiter boy has hair on his back!

The man in the hood looked over, those golden eyes that turned into vertical pupils stared at him coldly.

"Don't waste time!"

"Tomorrow is my daughter's birthday, I hope you can get me a satisfactory birthday present here!"

Xiao Ting maintained the persona of an irritable old father who was released from prison, and threatened.

Several bodyguards dragged the drunk away.

The bartender leaned down, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead, and respectfully said: "Please don't be angry, this is a necessary test method!"

"I hope you can understand, we don't want those rookies who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth to die in the underground Colosseum..."

"As an apology, please accept this."

The waiter brought out a brand new mask.

It is like a small respirator, equipped with electronic cigarettes and colorful lights inside. With each breath of the user, gas-like blue smoke will overflow, just like the breath of a ghost.

This thing costs thousands of dollars on the Internet, and it is very cool. After wearing it, it looks like a ghost in smoke, and the aura instantly fills up the cup.

Xiao Ting put on a respirator and followed the respectful bartender to the underground elevator.

Negative 2 floors.

Ding!