Langfei: I am the younger brother of the Fudi demons

To achieve this, there is no pressure for Lin Fan.

Even though the arena clearly has a barrier, it seems to be able to block the intrusion of the surrounding 'spiritual consciousness'.

But for a being of Lin Fan's level, he could easily break through the arena's defense without anyone noticing...

In the arena,

Gladiator No. 65, who was now locked in a deadly battle, struck out with each blow.

He has no name.

Growing up in a garbage mountain, I fought hard to survive.

He worked hard all the way and later became a gladiator, codename 65 is his name.

The reason why he came to this stage was to change his destiny.

The boss said it.

As long as he wins ten games in the arena and walks out of the arena alive, he can use his connections to sneak him out of the garbage planet and live on a prosperous life planet.

This is all his motivation.

As long as he succeeds, he can immigrate.

Even if it's just a sneak crossing, it's still a jump in status and class.

And among the ten battles, including the one just now, he has won nine.

As long as he wins this one, he will succeed.

No longer have to face the threat of death in this arena.

Therefore, in this game, he showed all his strength.

Never allow yourself to fail.

Faced with his ferocity, his opponent was clearly defeated, his body was covered in blood, and his defeat was already apparent.

This made him unable to contain his ecstasy.

What he didn't expect was that a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

The voice told him that he had been abandoned by the boss of the arena and had become an outcast.

To stop him from winning this game.

This voice made him stunned and at the same time, he felt unbelievable.

But after I couldn't believe it, I felt that everything seemed reasonable.

After all, after this game, he can leave the arena.

As far as the arena is concerned, he has no value left to exploit.

Not only that, the other party promised to sneak him to a prosperous planet of life, which was also an expense.

And if he died in the ring.

Not only can it create value for the boss behind the arena, but it also eliminates the need for smuggling expenses.

Simply kill two birds with one stone.

Thinking of this, he took action even more eagerly, wanting to take down the opponent in front of him and make this all end.

But at this moment, a sharp spiritual attack suddenly came straight towards him.

In an instant, his whole head felt like it was about to explode.

The original offensive also stopped at this moment.

Taking advantage of this moment, the opponent reacted from being suppressed and launched a fierce attack directly.

This sudden change made his pupils shrink deeply.

Seeing that he was about to die brutally, he felt extremely desperate.

He was indeed abandoned.

Perhaps No. 31 was also so desperate before he died just now.

While he was thinking this, he saw that he was about to die violently. In the flash of lightning, the opponent who was originally making fierce moves stopped at the critical moment.

Just like myself.

This scene made his eyes light up, and he almost didn't hesitate the next moment as he ducked to one side.

He managed to avoid the fatal blow.

That thrilling moment made his heart almost jump out of his throat.

At the same time, he also understood.

It must have been the one who reminded him just now, so he stopped his opponent's movements and gave himself a chance to breathe.

just,

Who is the person who reminds me.

Why should the other party remind yourself.

And he's still secretly helping?

He couldn't figure it out.

At this moment, it was a matter of life and death, and he didn't have time to think about it that much.

Instead, he began to fight back forcefully.

He knew that at this moment, either he died or he died.

And he not only has to face the opponent in front of him, but also the black hands who want to interfere with him secretly.

Therefore, if it is too late, changes will occur, and if there is no delay, nothing will happen.

And the powerful attack he put on the line immediately made his opponent unable to resist.

The balance of victory began to tilt in his favor.

at the same time.

In a room at the backstage of the arena, an old man opened his eyes with a pale face, as if his body had been hit hard.

The person in charge of the arena on the side had a gloomy face: "What's going on? Didn't I ask you to interfere with No. 65?"

The old man exhaled a thick breath and suppressed the surging blood: "Someone stopped me."

"who!"

The person in charge was furious.

Who is so bold as to cause trouble in his place?

Want to fix the game?

Although, he is also doing such things.

But this is your own place.

You can do it yourself, but others can’t!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he coldly ordered: "Continue to attack me, No. 65 must die."

"Yes!" the old man responded coldly.

Then he continued to close his eyes, and his powerful spiritual consciousness directly attacked No. 65 in the arena.

But at this moment, a terrifying consciousness suddenly rushed towards his own consciousness.

That consciousness is too powerful.

It was so powerful that when he faced the opponent's spiritual consciousness, it was as hard to shake as a fly shaking a tree.

In front of the opponent's consciousness, he was as weak as an ant.

Under a slight collision.

As if he had been hit hard, he screamed and fell sideways, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and suffered a terrible backlash.

This incident caused the face of the person in charge in the room to change: "What's going on?"

"Such... such a powerful spiritual consciousness." The old man said tremblingly.

His words made the person in charge change his face.

Others didn't know it, but he knew what kind of existence the old man in front of him was. He was an extremely rare spiritual master in the world of cultivation.

Specializing in cultivating the soul.

The intensity of his spiritual consciousness far exceeds that of ordinary monks.

Over the years that the arena has existed, he has been his secret weapon for secretly controlling the competition.

Among them, there are some reckless beings who want to control the game, and in the end, their consciousness is directly wiped out by the backlash of the person in front of them.

But I didn't expect that now, this person would actually suffer a backlash.

This has never happened before.

And just when he couldn't accept it, the duel on the field had already decided the winner.

finally.

No. 65 stood in the arena covered in blood.

As for his opponent, his body and head were separated and lying on the ground.

This scene made his face gloomy.

Damn!

At this moment, here in the auditorium of the arena.

Countless people were cheering and shouting, but on Lin Fan's side, Qin Yue, who was originally full of pride, turned to stone, and they all looked at the scene in the arena in disbelief.

"Impossible, this...how is this possible." Qin Yue murmured to himself.

He asked his subordinates to inform the person in charge of the arena, and even gave away one million human royal coins in order to manipulate the results of the game.

The other party also agreed to let No. 65 die.

But why is the result like this.

Why didn’t No. 65 die?

"By the way, it must be you who cheated." Qin Yue stared at Lin Fan and the others with red eyes, and roared through gritted teeth.

When Chu Tiange heard this, he was very happy: "This is really a thief shouting to catch a thief."

"It's obviously you who cheated, right?"

"It's a pity that God can't stand it anymore, so let No. 65 win."

As he spoke, the smile on his face grew stronger: "Okay, now that the results are out, it's time for me to collect the debt."