Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

Each floor also has lounges, but the higher you go, the lounges are no longer shared. The higher you go, the better the treatment. It should be that several people share a lounge.

The specifics are not very clear, and you can only understand it when you hit the top.

Nalan Zhenyue's thoughts... started from here.

......

Starting from Yunxiao Arena, start the war in Zhongjingtian!

"I feel like my heart is shaking!" the fat man said after taking a deep breath.

The feeling just now was very breathless, this is Zhongjing God!

"This is the beginning!" Xiaoxi said disdainfully.

The fat man is depressed.

"You're still drinking!" Huo Huo said abruptly.

Nalan Zhenyue looked directly at the ring in front of her. There were not many spectators here, about twenty people, and there were two people standing on the ring, and a referee.

Two are players, a young man and an old man.

The old man was full of white hair, drunk, and still held a flagon in his hand.

The other young man has a serious face, ready to go.

The referee raised his hand and suddenly shouted: "Start!"

Nalan Zhenyue's eyes didn't blink for a moment.

She couldn't see the cultivation of the young man, but it should be higher than hers, and the old man, she felt, should have just entered the holy level.

Logically speaking, the young man should definitely win, right?

Xiaoxi's lips curled up, "Let's take a good look at the battle in Zhongjingtian!"

Xiaoxin was a little excited.

At that moment, there was a bang from the arena, and Nalan Zhenyue's eyes suddenly widened.

The fat man's ass slid off the chair and sat on the floor.

A substantial beast emerged from the young man's body, and the bang was the vibration caused by the roaring sound of the beast. However, the old man threw the empty flagon over with a raised hand. The sexual beast was hit directly, scattered like a puff of green smoke.

How is this going?

How could there be a sports car beast in that young man's body?

The fat man's eyeballs were about to pop out.

The young man rushed forward, and saw the old man burp, and disappeared on the spot.

So fast! ! !

Really fast!

Is it the secret meaning of speed word?

But this kind of fast word secret meaning is much faster than Hua Cheng's fast word secret meaning!

The old man appeared, appeared behind the young man, trembling, stretched out a foot, kicked the young man lightly...

Xiaoxi's gaze suddenly changed.

The smile on Xiaoxin's face disappeared.

Seeing that young man suddenly fell to the ground, he failed like this.

It was just that seemingly weak and flimsy kick, so he was defeated like this? !

Nalan Zhenyue still couldn't feel what kind of cultivation that young man was, so she just lost?

And the old man obviously...

What is going on here?

The old man won, hiccupping and waving his hands at the people in the audience.

"..."

Nalan Zhenyue's pupils were shrinking, a little bit.

This is the battle of Zhongjingtian?

This is the practitioner of Zhongjingtian? !

This is--

Cloud Arena?

"It seems that the old man is not simple!" Xiao Xi said suddenly.

Xiaoxin nodded, "Although the cultivation base is not high, but he has refined the profound meaning to such an extent, as expected..."

Fatty came back to his senses, "What happened just now?"