The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 400: Success in the first battle
The No. 7 is on the court, and the opponent is the No. 3 who stands now, a strong man in the late Xiandi stage.
Slave No. 3 suffered some injuries and had a **** head, but he was even more fierce. He was also the No. 7 of the late Emperor Immortal, and was obviously a little scared.
The number three played with the number seven slave for a long time, maybe half an hour. In the end, the body of the number seven slave was carried down. It seems that the number three is indeed difficult.
"The eighth, it's time for you to play!" the staff shouted.
Zhang Ye took his mind from the study of the treasure and calmed down his emotions. Although he didn't know how the original power came from, he could not avoid a fight, so he resolutely went to the fighting arena, if he was a little scared. Or escape, and you will die like a number seven.
Passing through a long and narrow passage from the background, the front is suddenly open, a round battlefield, surrounded by powerful formations. Surrounded by tiers of auditoriums, full of seats, at least a hundred thousand people, the sound of shouting, set off a gust of wind.
"Wangcai, come on!" Near the entrance, a girl in a blue skirt called Zhang Ye like a fan.
Zhang Ye looked back at her once, full of disgust, and walked towards the number three in the field.
No.3 is a middle-aged muscular man, very strong, he still stands tall after defeating five opponents, but also suffers from serious wear and tear. There is no intact skin all over his body. He is supported by a single breath, and his pale eyes are staring at Zhang. Ye, like a beast on the verge of death.
When Zhang Ye saw him, he knew that he had won this game. However, there was not the slightest joy in his eyes. When he stood for a round or two, wouldn't it be this way?
Although Zhang Ye sympathizes with slave number three, it does not mean that he will be soft-hearted. Only by working hard can he survive. This is the fate of being a slave, and number three must be thinking this way now.
After the bell rang, the cheers of the audience became more enthusiastic. Some people called the number three to let the number three continue the victory; some people called the number eight and let the number eight end the number three.
But the eighth moved first, like a bruised beast, launching the first blow to Zhang Ye. Of course, it may also be the last blow of the eighth. Zhang Ye sank slightly, holding a shield in front of him with a shield in his left hand, and a chopping knife in his right hand. With a touch, Zhang Ye slammed into Number 8 like a cannonball, and Qingyan Miaomiao behind him.
The swordsmen and soldiers met, the arc flickered, and Zhang Ye and No.8 crossed by.
The hearts of the audience were raised, and they were afraid to show up. The scene just now was too fast, and I don't know who wins or loses. But at this moment, the head of No. 8 rose to the sky, and his body fell to the ground.
"The eighth won!" The audience who had previously cheered on the three also began to cheer for Zhang Ye. It is not that they were impressed by Zhang Ye's ability. As long as you stand, they will be beaten up. Scream for you.
Zhang Ye watched the body of No. 3 being lifted, he couldn't do anything, the only thing he could do was to give him a good time.
As for the blue-clothed girl, counting the bonuses, she was happy: "Wangcai is great!"
Zhang Ye was neither happy nor angry. He closed his eyes and adjusted his state, welcoming the next game in a heyday.
Not long afterwards, on the 9th, she was a petite woman, like Zhang Ye, in the middle stage of the Immortal Emperor.
But the appearance of No.9 is obviously more able to win the sympathy of the audience. For this reason, some local tyrants spent a lot of money and bought powerful treasures through the management office to give to No.9.
Not long after, Number Nine was almost armed to the teeth.
Zhang Ye's expression is moved, can it still be like this? It's too unfair, right?
Although Zhang Ye hates the girl in blue, but looking at her for help, why should he support some good equipment? But the girl in blue just waved her pink fist: "Wangcai, you can do it!"
Zhang Ye looked back, even more disgusted.
After the bell rang, No. 9 did not feel that she was fully armed to bully, and attacked Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye held his mind. Although his equipment was outdated and could not be refined now, Zhang Ye was essentially a master forging, analyzing the weakness of the equipment on No.9.
But No. 9 is coming so fiercely that Zhang Ye is not given a chance at all, and the bright sword is cut like vegetables and meat.
Zhang Ye didn't dare to fight hard, so he could only defend with a shield, but before long, with a bang, the shield in Zhang Ye's hand could not withstand the attack and burst. If Zhang Ye hadn't gotten away quickly, his left hand would have exploded into pieces.
Although the repair base is equivalent to that of No. 9, the gap in equipment is too large, so Zhang Ye turned around and ran away.
In the eyes of the immortal emperor, the arena is actually not too big, and can run to the head in the blink of an eye, but it is so, Zhang Ye, with his superb posture, flashes from the left to the right, he just didn't let the nine catch up.
During this period, Zhang Ye continued to analyze the weaknesses of No.9.
The audience at the scene watched Zhang Ye flee without fighting, and they scolded: "Grandson Turtle, I don't spend money to see you run for your life, turn back and fight!"
"I can't beat a woman, fuck!"
Zhang Ye is immune to the curse of the audience, and still dodges with all his strength, but at this moment, the master and servant contract on him activates: "Don't run away, face-to-face confrontation."
Zhang Ye couldn't take a step forward, and looked bitterly at the blue-clothed girl who was smiling and moaning outside the court. Not only did this vicious woman not help herself, she also harmed herself?
Zhang Ye's heart was furious, but at this time, No.9 had already caught up with Zhang Ye.
Because of the master-servant contract, Zhang Ye couldn't escape anymore, so he had to face it!
Although Zhang Ye is holding a low-quality chopping knife, but his knife is derived from the bone knife Ahua. The knife is like a tsunami, and it is infinitely powerful. Although the Nine is well equipped, he dare not interact with it. Zhang Ye went head-to-head, temporarily avoiding the edge.
It's now! Zhang Ye doesn't expect this knife to be able to kill No.9. After all, her armor is very sophisticated, but if No.9 starts to shrink, it is time for Zhang Ye to fight back!
Zhang Ye stabbed No.9's armpit with a stab. Because No.9 was retreating, he couldn't avoid it, and Zhang Ye was stabbed in fear.
However, with a loud sound, the armor on No. 9 bounced Zhang Ye's knife away, and No. 9 looked ecstatic and swung the knife towards Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye avoided, and then stabbed No. 9 under the armpit again.
At the beginning of the 9th, I was still afraid, but later, I realized that my armor could completely withstand Zhang Ye's attack, and he was bolder, not dodge or avoid, just attack.
And Zhang Ye struggled to dodge No. 9's cutting knife, but he also stabbed No. 9's armpit with the knife from time to time. Although it was useless, he was so paranoid.
Slave No. 9 smiled and said: "It's useless, die!"
No.9 seems to have figured out Zhang Ye's path, brewing a big killer move, and is about to kill Zhang Ye.
The onlookers also applauded: "Hurry up and kill the number eight!"
No. 9's big killer move hasn't fallen yet, so Zhang Ye tried his best to stab No. 9's armpit again.
Just when everyone laughed at Zhang Ye's futile appearance, it was so funny, never thought that Zhang Ye's inferior cutting knife, with a chuckle, actually stabbed from the armpit of No. 9 until it reached the hilt.
The sword qi penetrated into the body of No.9, shattering its internal organs, and the look of No.9's eyes full of disbelief, the Qi must fall.
The audience was stunned for a long time, and then burst into more enthusiastic cheers: "The eighth, I want to raise the eighth!"
"I understand, No. 8 has been attacking No. 9's defensive weakness before, and No. 9 is too underestimating, so it was breached!"
Zhang Ye killed Number Nine, his face turned pale. Although he was not seriously injured in this battle, he was extremely exhausting.
However, Zhang Ye didn't take a break, and he hurriedly stripped the armor of No.9. Although he had pierced a corner, it was generally still usable.
However, the staff came to the field and took Zhang Ye’s spoils, and carried the body of No.9 together. Even if Zhang Ye killed No.9, her equipment could not be used by Zhang Ye. This was for the arena. rule.
If Zhang Ye wants to use it, he can only be rewarded.
Zhang Ye, who understands this, is very annoyed, but he also thinks that he is looking towards the auditorium in a personable manner, he is so good, and I hope someone can reward him with two pieces of armor.
But after all, there are only a few who can give rewards, and Zhang Ye may not be to their liking, so no one does the reward.
Not long after that, No. 10 played. No. 10 looked like a lion. In the early days of Emperor Immortal, fortunately, he didn't get the reward. Zhang Ye thought about it a lot.
After the bell of battle rang, the No.10 suddenly turned into a lion the size of a house, spewing fire from its mouth. The temperature of the flame was extremely high, a few points higher than the lethality of the Chaos Lingbao.
Zhang Ye wanted to cry without tears, dodging from left to right, and shouted to the referee's bench: "Don't you care about him cheating?"
"With racial talent, it's not cheating!" The referee replied coldly, and then said, "It's you. If you don't take the initiative to attack within five breaths, it is a foul!"
Zhang Ye gritted his teeth~IndoMTL.com~You are ruthless! He turned over to avoid the lion's fire pillar attack, took two steps on the barrier of the arena, and then slashed at the lion beast with a knife.
Don't look at the lion beast cultivation base at the beginning of the immortal emperor's stage, but the racial talent is agile, the limbs exert strength, and one move, they avoided Zhang Ye's attack.
Zhang Ye flew into the air, before he came to settle down, the lion beast sprayed a pillar of fire toward Zhang Ye, and the fire wave smashed Zhang Ye against the barrier of the arena.
Zhang Ye was pressed on the barrier by the pillar of fire and could not move. The flame temperature was extremely high. Zhang Ye's fairy body was on the verge of collapse. Zhang Ye roared and thundered...Heavy smoke exploded where he was, the lion beast Stopped the fire, swept away the thick smoke, and walked towards Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye lay on the ground scorched, breathless, and apparently dead. For this, the audience began to cheer for the lion beast.
The lion beast also breathed a sigh of relief and transformed into a human body to rest and recuperate, but at this moment, Zhang Ye made a violent attack, and the tenth was inevitable, and Zhang Ye was beheaded.
This sudden turning point made the audience enthusiastic. Several people even threw a few crystal nuclei in the court as a reward.
Zhang Ye wiped the scorch on his body. He pretended to be shot by a flame before. Although the temperature of the flame was very high, wouldn't it be humiliating to play with a top blacksmith?
However, the lion beast is agile and difficult to get close, so Zhang Ye played with him.
Zhang Ye defeated the lion beast. Seeing that he had only obtained so many crystal nuclei as a reward, his heart was bitter and he had no treasures. These people were too stingy.
But when Zhang Ye saw a crystal nucleus in front of his heel, his eyes lit up.
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