The only way

Chapter 194 A must-visit place in the black market
The underground arena is a place stained with blood.

Under the tall square stand, there is a cage with high walls, and those who fight to the death in it are just trapped animals.

On the high platform, there were no empty seats. This place located in the underground black market, which was supposed to be extremely quiet, was bustling like boiling water, and the noise seemed to overturn the roof.

There is not only one place like this kind of high platform cage, this kind of battle of trapped beasts, this kind of boiling against the sky.

The underground arena looks small from the outside, but when you enter it, you find that there is a universe inside, and the space is actually very large.

There are no fewer than ten arenas of various stands alone, and each stand can accommodate hundreds of people.

Among them, there are countless monks who are blushing, pulling their necks, and applauding with red eyes.

Lingchu paid a middle-grade spirit stone as the entrance fee, and then he was able to enter.

As soon as he entered this underground arena, he was greeted with a bustling, turbid and bloody atmosphere.

Lingchu didn't immediately go to find the person in charge of the arena here to handle the so-called fighting cards and participate in the fighting. Instead, he found a place to sit down first, intending to take a look at the situation in the underground arena first.

The stand that Lingchu chose was the one with the most people watching in the arena.

On the stands one after another, there are densely packed, and those sitting are all monks wearing masks.

Even through a layer of masks, the expressions on the faces of the spectators on the stage cannot be clearly seen, but the aggravated breaths, clenched fists, and uncontrollable excited words, it is obvious that the spectators here are very concerned about the upcoming stage. The beginning of the fight, very excited and looking forward to.

Even a monk, passion and impulsiveness are still indispensable, especially when watching that kind of fist-to-flesh, blood-drenched battle.

Besides, the people here are all wearing masks, and some even wear cloaks, no one knows who is who, so naturally there is no need to look like a monk.

Lingchu behind the tiger mask also showed a strong curiosity on his face, even because he was in such a place, he felt a little hot and dry wearing a cloak.

This kind of lively scene, not to mention the land of the fairy gate, or the mortal world, is extremely rare.

His gaze fell under the high stands, where there was a hollow, vast fighting platform.

On it, two monks stood facing each other.

These two monks are the two participants in this fighting platform.

One of them is wearing a mask, and the other is not wearing a mask.

Lingchu looked at the two of them curiously, she was sitting in the sideways of their eyes, so she could see them clearly.

The first thing I looked at was the one wearing a mask, a pure white mask without any patterns, leaving only two black holes in the eyes.

Dressed in a gray cloth robe, tall and thin, with a slightly curved back, slightly separated legs, and a pair of long and curved arms, hanging naturally on both sides of the body.

but……

Lingchu looked through the mask and landed on the exposed hands of the tall and thin monk.

A pair of ten fingers are extremely long, almost double the size of ordinary people, the fingertips are curved and hooked, the nails are as black as ink, sharp and cold, and the cold light radiates.

Not to mention the strange fluctuations that Lingchu felt in his hands, just by looking at the appearance, it is not easy.

Looking at those legs again, there is a faint breeze surrounding them, it should be someone who is good at legwork.

Lingchu took a closer look, then thought in his heart, this monk with a white mask should be good at speed and claw skills.

After watching the fighting monks wearing masks, Lingchu turned to look at another monk on the opposite side.

As soon as his eyes fell on the monk who was not wearing a mask, Lingchu unconsciously sucked in a breath of cold air.

This is simply a giant humanoid bear.

Visually measuring his height, he was twice as tall as the gray-robed and white-masked monk, almost the height of two gray-robed monks.

Opposite to the height, is the monk with explosive muscles, only a monk with animal skin around his waist, his majestic figure is completely exposed.

Lingchu took a look at the monk who looked like a giant bear. With just one arm, he must have his own waist.

Lingchu, who was wrapped in a cloak, touched her slender waist unconsciously with the hand hidden under the black cloak.

I feel inexplicable in my heart.

However, the most astonishing thing is not the figure, but the ferocious and bloodthirsty face.

A pair of eyes were actually blood-colored, as if they had no emotion, they stared coldly at the gray-robed monk opposite.

The gray-robed monk lowered his head, put his hands in his sleeves, and stood motionless, as if he didn't care about his opponent.

An invisible pressure and air flow surged between the two.

Before the competition started, the monks on the stands were all discussing in whispers, even if they didn't know each other, they seemed to have a lot to talk about.

Next to Lingchu, the monk wearing the gray wolf mask looked around, hesitated between the tiger mask and the bull mask, and finally approached Lingchu.

"Brother, did you bet? Who did you bet on? I bet on Qianrentu!" The slightly excited voice asked with a sharp smile.

brother?

Lingchu blinked, too, she was wearing a cloak that could cover her whole body, covered her hood, and had a mask on her face, and she was sitting again, her whole body didn't seem to be exposed at all.

There are also some wide cloaks, coupled with the arena here, at a glance, it seems that the female cultivator has not been seen.

It is not a strange thing to be regarded as a man without using spiritual sense to investigate.

In other words, it's not bad to be mistaken for a male cultivator.

Lingchu only thought about it for a moment in his mind, and the voice that came out of his mouth was a deep and slightly hoarse tone as he pressed his throat with spiritual power.

"I haven't placed a bet yet. It's my first time coming to this underground arena. Let's see the excitement."

Lingchu knows that this underground arena has a betting table, and every fight will be set up by the owner of the underground arena.

There are only two choices, whoever wins and who loses, there is no possibility of a draw.

In the underground arena, either one side admits defeat, or one side dies, otherwise, the game is not over.

Here, it is simply a bloody arena and a gambling arena.

Nature is extremely attractive to monks.

The monk with the gray wolf mask was stunned when he heard that Lingchu was here for the first time.

Yes, even through the mask, Lingchu could feel the astonishment of the monk next to him.

"Brother, then you must be the first time to the underground black market!"

Hearing the affirmative words of the gray wolf mask monk, this time it was Lingchu who was a little bit astonished.

How did this monk know?
Seeming to have also felt the astonishment of Lingchu, the gray wolf masked monk said triumphantly, "But there is no monk who does not come to this underground black market and not come to this underground arena!"

Therefore, since it was the first time for Lingchu to come to this underground arena, it must be the first time to come to the underground black market.

In this way, is this underground arena a must-see in the underground black market?
　My laptop is still unable to connect to the Internet today. This chapter is still not talking about using mobile phone codes. Sigh, the speed will be much slower. The second update is still on the way ╮(╯▽╰)╭.

　　
　
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