The emperor is too clingy, and the reborn devil queen only thinks that she is beautiful and strong.

Chapter 153 I don’t play low-end rounds
To be precise, it is not a flesh and blood body, but a bionic prosthesis made of frost.

Fatty Qin is a mutated ice element practitioner. Ice blades and prosthetic limbs are made of ice and are durable. What’s even more interesting is that the prosthetic limb can move freely as she wishes, making simple movements such as waving and making fists.

Apart from being a little ugly and a little crispy, there are no other flaws.

Bai Li raised his eyebrows: "Thank you very much."

Fatty Qin waved his hand to signal her to stop talking nonsense and get out of here: "I'll pick you up early tomorrow morning, and you can go and rest yourself."

Bai Li dragged the heavy iron chain back, and the clanging sound of metal scraping the floor quickly attracted the attention of all the slaves. Everyone was shocked to see her come back alive, but when they saw the broken right arm, their surprise turned to regret.

Even my hands are useless, how can I still fight?
Tomorrow, she will be beaten every minute she comes on the court. She will definitely be the fastest Ding Shiliu in history.

Among them, a man with a sinister face was the most gloating about his misfortune. He taunted loudly: "You're new here, can you bear it? I give you a chance to serve my fellows. That's how I look up to you! How dare you kill someone? Let's see if those slave owners don't do it." Deal with you hard!"

Gee, that’s a lot of words.

Bai Li sneered: "Ding Twenty-Qi provokes me, and I deal with him. Is it none of your business?"

"He is my little brother. If you mess with him, of course I will kill you!" The man said viciously, "Everyone else, listen up. If anyone who doesn't have a long memory and offends my brother, Ding Lao Er, will end up like Ding Shi Six of the same!”

The slaves bowed their heads obediently, but Bai Li suddenly smiled, shook his head and ignored this idiot.

Playing the trick of a little slave owner under the nose of the slave owner is too long for his life.

She sat down to adjust her breath and continued practicing.

There was only a dirty woman sleeping next to her. Seeing her approaching, the woman opened her eyes half a slit. He seemed to feel that she was not hostile, so he fell asleep peacefully again.

Time flies very fast.

Soon, the slave owner came to pick up the man.

"In the first game, Ding 1 versus C 30; in the second game, Ding 16 versus Ding 2, whoever's name is called will come out."

When Bai Li heard about the schedule, she secretly curled her lips.

Fatty Qin is really good at hiding needles. Last night, Ding Laoer just admitted that he reported her murder to the slave owner, causing her to break her arm and be punished. This morning they were assigned to the same group.

How could there be such a coincidence?

It was clearly Fatty Qin who was giving her a chance to take revenge.

This evil little fat guy.

At the same time, Ding Laoer also came out of the queue cursing. He didn't dare to beep in front of Fatty Qin, so he could only glare at Chi Baili with angry eyes. It's a pity that Bai Li didn't bother to pay attention, as if he punched cotton.

Fatty Qin: "Ding Yi, move faster."

In terms of seniority, Ding Yi should be the strongest in the D-number. Being able to challenge the C-number across generations shows that he has hidden secrets.

What is sacred?
Bai Li looked around curiously, but no one came out. He only heard a faint sentence floating out.

"What time are you urging me? It will happen naturally when the time comes. Get out of here! Don't disturb my sleep!"

Bai Li: "?"

Do slaves speak so arrogantly now?

Looking at Fatty Qin again, he was not angry. Instead, he led her and Ding Laoer away as if he was used to it. After bypassing many secret passages, I finally came to the ground from the bottom floor of the Colosseum. At that time, the stars had not yet set, the sky had not woken up, and the fairy energy was floating softly.

Bai Li immediately sat down to practice.

Ding Laoer mocked: "It's too late to realize that I'm cramming for the moment! I'm in the middle stage of the Combined Light Realm, and I can kick you to death with one kick. If you don't have the time, it's better to think about your funeral. Maybe I'm kind-hearted and can fulfill your wish."

The realm division of the middle plane is slightly different from that of the lower plane. From low to high, it is divided into five levels: Heguang, Tongyuan, Zhizhen, Xushen, and Tianren. Each realm is further divided into four levels: front, middle, back, and perfection. Heavy realm. Because there are fewer levels in the realm, cross-level challenges are more difficult. Even if they are both in the combined light realm, the mid-term can beat the early stage, not to mention that she has not yet started.

No matter how you look at it, she has no chance of winning.

Fatty Qin really picked a good opponent for her.

Soon, the silent Colosseum gradually became lively, with crowds of people laughing and pouring in, arguing loudly about whether to buy big or small in this game. Finally, when dawn breaks in the east, the mysterious Ding Yi arrives belatedly. But before Bai Li could see his face clearly, Ding Yi had already entered the venue. Smoke and dust filled the air in the distance, and soon the audience was heard cheering loudly.

"Ding Yi wins!"

Well, this is a win?

Bai Li was stunned, and another afterimage passed by. Ding Yi said, "The fight is over, I'll go back to catch up on my sleep" and disappeared completely.

Bai Li: "?"

This man subverted her understanding of fighting beasts. Where he was "fighting", he was clearly crushing.

Being woken up in his sleep, he goes to the battlefield with the anger of waking up, quickly defeats the opponent, and then goes back to catch up on his sleep with satisfaction.

Be willful and do not imitate the behavior of the boss.

"The next ones to come on stage are Ding Shiliu and Ding Er. One is the most unexpected useless dark horse on the field yesterday, and the other is the cunning and stable T-shaped leader. Who can survive in the battle and continue to write endless stories? The legendary story of defeat? Let’s wait and see!”

The iron door is open, and tiny golden sunlight shines through.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and there was a huge quarrel about the bet for this round.

Most people believe that fighting against the middle stage of the Heguang Realm before they are enlightened is simply a fantasy, and Bai Li will definitely lose. But there were also people who witnessed her battle yesterday. Bai Li was good at using dangerous tactics to win unexpectedly, and their intuition told them that Bai Li would win.

Ding Laoer sneered: "You are unlucky to be matched with me today. Kneel down and beg me now. Maybe you will die more comfortably later."

Bai Li looked at him like a fool.

It's easy to overturn when you reach a conclusion too early. This idiot has been in the Colosseum for so long and can't even understand this. I'm afraid he's not far away from death.

Fatty Qin said with a smile: "Go."

The shackles on the two people disappeared in an instant, and the cumbersome shackles were removed. Bai Li stretched and entered the room gracefully.

Ding Laoer followed with a cold snort.

Unlike the fight between man and beast, which can only be fought hand-to-hand, the confrontation between slaves provides weapons. There are eighteen types of weapons including swords, guns, swords, whips and sticks, and there are quite a lot of varieties in the Colosseum.

Without saying a word, Ding Laoer took out his machete and performed a dance in the air, dancing like a tiger and a tiger, making everyone applaud.

He looked at Bai Li provocatively.

Bai Li thought for a moment and took down a pair of strange weapons from the shelf.

Ding Laoer laughed: "What did you get?"

A short stick, less than four feet long, with an Emei thorn on the tip, shaped like a writing brush. Going to the battlefield with a broken pen, do you want to be the number one scholar? I'm afraid Ding Shiliu is out of his mind!

The audience was also talking a lot.

"Hey, this little girl can also use the judge's pen? Lao Qi, it seems that she is from the same school as your teacher, why don't you join her quickly?"

"Go to hell with your classmates, don't try to cheat me out of money!"

"She may not lose."

"Humph, you know again? You always say this to me when you trick me into betting, and I lose all my money! I won't vote for your recommendation this time!"

"Don't blame me for eating alone later." The man came to the gambling table with a smile, took off the package from his arms, swiped it and fell down, making everyone's eyes widen in shock.

Where did the wealthy man come from?

There are so many fairy coins, at least tens of thousands!

The croupier asked flatteringly: "How do you want to place your bet? Ding Laoer's odds are 1:1.5, and Ding Sixteen's odds are 1:10. The old rule is that it can be doubled within ten rounds."

"I bet Ding Shiliu can win within three moves!"