Douluo's opening copy Haotian Douluo

Inner city of the killing capital, outside the killing field of hell.

In this way, Lao Scar killed the ignorant brothers and proudly showed off with his lover.

"Miss Narrator, is it okay to steal someone else's Bloody Mary as a ticket?" Ye Buqun was about to step forward.

"Wait a minute, Mr. [-]." The female commentator immediately understood what he meant and quickly stopped her, "If you take the initiative to provoke others, you are not protected by us. You have to think clearly. Moreover. , the person you want to provoke has a strong record of winning four games in a row, so he is very difficult to provoke."

A smile appeared on Ye Buqun's lips and he murmured: "Do I need your protection? Don't underestimate me, miss."

He didn't care about the so-called protection period for newcomers or not, and walked straight towards the target.

Seeing the boy coming up with a straight eyebrow, Lao Scar looked at him with a vicious expression: "What are you doing, little bastard, how dare you look at me like that?"

"Can't you let people see it? Hand over your Bloody Mary and spare your life." Ye Buqun looked at him and said unceremoniously.

"What?!" When the young man said this, almost everyone present thought they had heard wrongly.

Most people are always afraid of tall and strong creatures, and these people seem to be no exception.Maybe there is such a strong presence among these people, but they just keep a low profile and do not stand up. They just hide silently in the cannon fodder team and become an onlooker with no sense of existence.

Hearing this, Scar handed the Bloody Mary in her hand to her lover: "Boy, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly. If you have the guts, say it again!"

Ye Buqun used his little finger to pick out his ears: "I told you that you are not only ugly, but your ears don't work very well. I told you to give me your Bloody Mary, or you will risk your life!"

This time, he spoke clearly and others heard clearly.

This time Old Scar was really angry. He clenched his right fist with his left palm and made a clicking sound: "Little bastard, I can guarantee that you will die miserably!"

"Really? Where do you get your confidence?" Ye Buqun looked at him with a smile, full of contempt.

"Go to hell!" Lao Scar shouted, raising his huge fist and hitting him.

Ye Buqun didn't dodge at all, and easily caught his fist with his slender palm.

what?

When the people around saw it, they were stunned again.

The punch that Lao Scar just punched easily damaged the internal organs of the two brothers. How could this slimmer-looking boy actually receive such a punch?

It's even more jaw-dropping than that.

Seemingly taking advantage of his strength, Ye Buqun caught his palm and pushed it back.

With such a seemingly indifferent push, the next moment, Lao Scar's expression suddenly changed.

Lao Scar's bones first made a crisp sound, and then he felt that his internal organs and four to eight meridians were trembling.

Then his face seemed to turn pale, and he suddenly spit out several mouthfuls of blood. He fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, and then fell headlong.

He twitched a few times and then became silent.

"O-Old scar?!" Seeing this scene, not only the onlookers were dumbfounded, but her lover's lips trembled a little.

She has never seen such a vicious person, who can kill such a big bear with just one palm.

"Please, please spare my life, I'll give this to you!"

Scar's lover put two glasses of Bloody Mary on the ground, said this, and ran away like flying.

Ye Buqun didn't chase her. If she wanted to find helpers to take revenge, just let her do it.

It's not that Ye Buqun is so kind-hearted, because that person is really insignificant in his eyes.

Scar, who was easily killed by Ye Buqun, was a soul king. Due to the restriction that soul skills cannot be used here, he almost always competed with soul power and strength.Little did they know, the gap between the two was as vast as a cloud.

Ye Buqun pointed to the three corpses and two glasses of Bloody Mary on the already messy ground, and said to the female commentator: "Miss, these are my trophies, then we will enter the killing field of hell, right?" "

The female commentator was a little confused. She had never seen such a fierce newcomer. After hearing Ye Buqun's words, she nodded: "Of course."

"That's not right." Meng Yiran said, "These are three corpses. They can make a lot of Bloody Marys. Can we just avoid this one time?"

"Of course not." The female commentator waved to the armored guards not far away, summoning them to drag the three corpses down and added, "In this case, the admission fee can be waived for about a month."

Three corpses, and a lot of Bloody Marys were made.However, Ye Buqun didn't pay much attention to this matter. If he didn't have the ticket, he could grab it from other villains.

The female commentator showed more respect for Ye Buqun, and together they walked into the arena filled with killing and death.

The center of the Killing City, inside the Hell Killing Fields, is not as luxurious as people imagine, and can even be called crude.A square open space with a side length of 25 meters is the competition venue, and the perimeter of the venue is surrounded by spectator seats.I don’t know if it’s because of the Bloody Mary as a ticket, but there weren’t many spectators, only about 20.00% of the seats were full.

Blood, stumps, broken arms, screams.

The huge playing field was already in a mess.As mentioned before, the number of participants in each game is ten. At this time, eight corpses were lying on the ground, and the remaining two were still dueling for the final championship.To be precise, it was to survive.

It is no exaggeration to say that the bodies of the two of them were already covered in scars and blood. It was no longer possible to tell whether the blood belonged to them or someone else.

What do you mean?This gave Ye Buqun the feeling that a wild beast was fighting.

Ye Buqun took off his ID number [-] and handed it to the female commentator: "Miss, please sign up for me."

Seeing this, Meng Yiran also took off his little sign and gave it to her: "I want to sign up too."

Ye Buqun looked at Meng Yiran: "You want to participate in the competition too?"

Meng Yiran: "Why can't I participate? Master, what do you mean?"

Ye Buqun: "The people participating in the competition are Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons, with souls far higher than yours. It's very dangerous for you to go."

Meng Yiran: “You’re here, I have to participate!”

Seeing her looking forward to it, Ye Buqun pondered for a moment: "Well, there's really nothing I can do about you."

Meng Yiran smiled: "I knew you were the best, Master -"