The Stone Refiner

As soon as the principal finished speaking, Yan Shaobai pressed the microphone, "Box No. 10, five eighth-level fighters."

There was an eerie silence again.

In Room [-], Yu Ke looked anxiously at where Mo Huaishuang was. He opened his mouth, but in the end his reason overcame his desire, he closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to touch the space between his eyebrows, and lay down on the sofa with his eyes closed without saying anything. repose.

The blond butler stood with his hands down, watching his nose and heart.

"Box No. 10, five eighth-level fighters, there are still no bids," the principal called on the field.

No one answered, and it seemed that Jiu Bo could easily get the five spots in the bag.

Mo Huaishuang was quite surprised: "Why is no one making trouble?"

Yan Shaobai: "It's a matter of politeness. No one wants to offend an organization that can bid for five eighth-level fighters. I predict that Yuan Juntang's heart price is fifteen places. She has already won five. Crazy staring at the faction with five eighth-level fighters, after all, this auction is just a prelude, and the key point is to preserve the strength to the No. [-] ruins, so when the strength is equal, everyone will avoid one or two. But The last three fights are inevitable."

Yan Shaobai's analysis was correct, and the five places in the second game easily fell into Jiubo's pocket without any competition.

The third group of seats belonged to the No. [-] box of course, and everyone knew that No. [-] was the exclusive box of the City Lord's Mansion.

When the principal announced the start of the auction for the fourth group of places, box five couldn't wait to bid, "No. five, an eighth-level fighter."

"No. [-], an eighth-level fighter."

"No. [-], an eighth-level fighter."

Mo Huai's expression became serious. The appearance of such fragmented bids probably meant that the scuffle was about to begin.

Sure enough, he had a premonition that Yuan Juntang's voice rang out again, "No. 12, five eighth-level fighters."

Yan Shaobai: "Number ten, five eighth-level fighters."

Mo Huaishuang's heart twitched, and Yan Shaobai quickly grabbed his hand.At this time, there is absolutely no way to back down, otherwise the ruins will be besieged and wiped out due to manpower problems.

"No. [-], five eighth-level fighters." The blond butler called for the price after Yu Ke's signal.

Principal: "There are currently [-] eighth-level fighters, is there anyone who will increase the price?"

The field fell into silence. Even if someone had the intention to bid, they rested their minds after Qianglong came out and put their hopes on the next game.

The principal asked the price three times. At this time, eighteen "eighth-level" fighters took their positions in the ring. When the principal retreated to the safe area, no one called to start, and all the fighters moved together with aspirations.

Jiu Bo's fighters had already done tactical drills, and under Yu Tou's command, they were both offensive and defensive, methodical.In view of the grievances with the holy religion, most of their attacks are directed towards the holy religion.

The soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion were taken care of before taking the stage, and aimed at Jiubo.

Seeing that Jiu Bo was in trouble, the three fighters from other forces beat the dog in the water, and all their attacks were aimed at Jiu Bo.

Thirteen hit five, Yan Shaobai couldn't help tightening his hand, Mo Huai was in pain, but he continued to let Yan Shaobai hold it without showing anything, looking at the ring with unspeakable worry in his eyes.

As the head coach of Jiubo, Yu Tou is a person who rolls on the tip of a knife. Every joint in his body is a sharp weapon for killing. He doesn't pay attention to such things as one against three. battle group.

The stone armor made by Mo Huaishuang has almost zero muscle burden, and it is destined that Jiubo's fighters are more flexible in movement than others. Among the Holy Cultists, the "multi-frequency" was fully activated, and a movement similar to a roundabout dance instantly opened two thin red lines between the necks of the two Holy Cultists.

When he charged into the enemy's hands again, the stone armor on the two men's bodies suddenly turned into original grains, and they fell down with blood rushing from their necks.

When the soldiers of the city lord's mansion saw it, they thought of the care of the city lord, and stopped Yu Tou with a stride, and the rest besieged the other four with the goal of killing the weaker Jiubo fighters first.

Even though Yan Shaobai picked the top fighters in Jiubo when he came here, and even though they had done countless coordinated drills, not everyone was Yu Tou.They may have been great, but there is always someone out there.

In a place that Yu Tou couldn't take care of, two Jiubo soldiers spilled blood on the spot.

Yu Tou let out a mournful cry, and the pain spread throughout the arena.

Mo Huaishuang's heart was empty, his face was pale, his heart was cold, and his tears flowed down uncontrollably.

It wasn't the first time he realized the killing nature of this world, and he was prepared to lose his hands, but when all this really happened before his eyes, he found that he couldn't accept it at all.

Yan Shaobai looked at the ring with a serious expression, felt the coldness coming from his hands, and suddenly realized Mo Huaishuang's state, reached out and hugged him in his arms, and thoughtfully wiped away the tears on his face, Covering Mo Huaishuang's eyes, he said softly, "They are the heroes of Jiu Bo."

Mo Huaishuang pulled his hand down and tried his best to make the expression on his face look better, but the throbbing pain in his heart made him smile uglier than crying, "Yes, they are the heroes of Jiubo."

However, so what if he is a hero, such a young life, such a beautiful time, just disappears like this, how can this kind of pain be described as a hero.

What frightened him even more, and his soul was almost emptied, was that if he hadn't come to this world because of the ringing of the bell, then it must be Yan Shaobai who was fighting for his life on the field, and what he was going to face must be the Now the more brutal scene.

Yan Shaobai is very powerful, but in the face of such a siege, how likely is it to walk out of the ring alive? Thinking that this man might die, Mo Huaishuang's heart ached as if being squeezed by someone. With such an ending, He must not be able to bear it, even if he is dead, he doesn't want Yan Shaobai to suffer any harm!

At this time, Mo Huaishuang really realized how much he loved this man unconsciously, yes, love!

I love his thoughtfulness, love his warmth, and even love his teasing to death. I just want to live with him, die with him, and never be separated for the rest of my life.

At this moment, Mo Huaishuang was extremely glad that he had come, and what made him even more fortunate was that he was a level nine Anzu!

Yan Shaobo didn't understand Mo Huaishuang's thoughts, seeing his face suddenly turned pale without a trace of blood, the tears flowed more and more, Mo Huaishuang had always been strong in his heart, and now his whole body was disturbed by this appearance. Panicked, he quickly hugged him firmly in his arms, pressed his head on his chest, and stroked his back repeatedly, "Don't be afraid, both of you, I'm here."

He regretted bringing people to this auction. He heard Mo Huaishuang tell about the world he grew up in, so he naturally knew how he grew up in a peaceful and rich place. Killing is too cruel for him. up!

Yan Shaobai's breath lingered on the tip of Mo Huaishuang's nose, and his warm body warmed Mo Huaishuang's heart. Being treated so gently made Mo Huaishuang gradually settle down.

He got up from Yan Shaobo's arms, wiped away his tears indiscriminately, and continued to look at the ring without embarrassment. Compared with Yan Shaobo, he was still too weak to see big scenes.

The battle between masters was only for a moment, and when he looked at the ring again, everything was settled.

There are three places in the City Lord's Mansion and two places in Jiubo.

Mo Huai put his hands on his face, wiped it on his face, and said nothing.

Yan Shaobai handed over the handkerchief.

The number of places has been set, the fourth group of auctions is over, and the staff came to the stage to clean up the battlefield.

The principal stepped onto the ring before he could wash off the bloodstains and started the fifth group of auctions.

It was still a brutal fight, this time Yuan Juntang added three more people to the game like crazy, and Yan Shaobai followed up with one person.

In the end, Shengjiao won three places and Jiubo two.

In the last game, the City Lord's Mansion directly bid for eight eighth-level fighters, Yuan Juntang followed up, Yan Shaobai gave up the game, and finally the City Lord's Mansion and Shengjiao divided the quota [-] to [-].

The dust of the auction had settled, and the arena was filled with blood.

The principal frowned slightly, collected himself, stepped onto the ring and began to announce the final result.

"Box No. 12 gets twelve places, Box No. [-] gets nine places, and Box No. [-] gets nine places. The three VIPs are requested to collect the information about the No. [-] relic with their number plates after the auction."

Mo Huaishuang got up and walked backstage. Jiu Bo lost seven fighters in this battle. Perhaps Jiu Bo could afford such a loss with his current strength, but human lives are not numbers after all.

Yan Shaobai followed.

In Box No. [-], Yu Ke only felt that his patience had come to an end, and nothing could suppress his inner desire. Finally, he glanced in the direction of Mo Huaishuang, and decided not to bear it any longer, and ordered: "Send someone to capture Mo Huaishuang alive." pregnant double."

After giving the order, he added: "Send all eighth-level fighters."

This order made the blond butler shudder, but he faithfully carried out the order of the city lord without asking anything.

When Mo Huaishuang came backstage, the eyes of many soldiers were red, and seven corpses were neatly dressed and carried on their backs, waiting for the commander to order them to go home.

Mo Huaishuang's eye sockets became wet all at once.

"Let's go home." Yan Shaobai said in a low voice.

Just as he was about to walk out of the fighting arena, a staff member respectfully took the sign and handed over an electronic board and a deposit.

Yan Shaobai took it expressionlessly, and took the lead out of the fighting arena.

The sky was bright, and the cold wind was still bitter. Outside the fighting arena, fifty fighters lined up one by one, blocking Jiu Bo's way with a solid posture.