Asuru God Soul

The cold light in Chu Xingyu's eyes was faint.

Wang Lin will undoubtedly lose and will compensate 100 million purple gold coins.

Even a large family cannot have 100 million purple gold coins.

Since Wang Lin has no reason to dislike himself, let him bear the price of dislike himself.

Chu Xingyu turned to zixue'er and asked:

"Xueer, do you want to earn some pocket money?"

"Uh huh!"

Hearing Chu Xingyu's words, Xueer nodded.

"When the competition starts, you tell the phantom mink that you want to lose the Warcraft off the court!"

Chu Xingyu came to zixueer's ear and whispered to her.

The breath from the young man's mouth gently blew on zixueer's ear, making her ears itch and giggle.

"Xingyu, can you really win? Think clearly. If you lose, you will lose a million purple gold coins!"

Huang Ya looked at Chu Xingyu curiously.

Even she, a weak person, felt that the slave warrior in the field could not beat the Warcraft opposite, but Chu Xingyu remanded the slave warrior to win.

She was curious about what Chu Xingyu would do.

"Just look at it. Don't worry!"

Chu Xingyu patted the back of Huang Ya's white hand and comforted her softly.

"The Colosseum competition, now!"

Host Cui Huabing said loudly.

"Roar!"

When the warrior broke the iron chain imprisoned on the Warcraft, the Warcraft issued a frightening roar.

This Warcraft was captured from the mountains.

The strength is extremely strong.

Slave fighters are some heavy criminals in the fire dance country.

Only when such a Warcraft fights with slave fighters will it arouse the passion of those watching the war.

The Warcraft with amazing saliva in its mouth stared at the shivering warrior opposite with scarlet eyes.

This warrior with low cultivation and weak strength will become the food of this Warcraft.

Roar!

After a roar, the Warcraft jumped high and rushed towards the slave warrior.

"You're bound to lose, boy with left and right arms!"

Wang Lin smiled grimly at the corners of his mouth.

He doesn't like Chu Xingyu. Today he wants to lose all his underpants.

Then, he snatched the two beauties around him by all means.

"Little mouse, please help brother Xingyu and let the Warcraft lose!"

Just then, zixue'er picked up the phantom spirit mink in her hand, stroked it gently and said softly.

"Ji! Ji!"

After hearing zixueer's words, the phantom spirit sable nodded, and two invisible lightning lights suddenly shot out of his eyes.

Phantom spirit mink is a divine beast with ancient blood. Under the feeding of zixueer, it has the ability of phantom strike.

The strength of this blow is incomparable.

The lightning light was like a sharp sword and directly inserted into the Warcraft's head.

The Warcraft that originally jumped high and wanted to attack in the air is now strangled by a rope.

In everyone's unexpected eyes.

Pen!

With a dull noise, the Warcraft hit the warrior and couldn't move any more.

In this way, the powerful Warcraft died!

"How... Possible?"

Everyone was stunned.

The development of this matter was beyond their expectation. It was incredible.

"Wang Lin, pay the bill!"

Chu Xingyu's tone is faint.

"Ah...!"

Wang Lin's face was pale.

He never thought that he would lose the bet.

100 million purple gold coins, that's not a small amount.

He can't take out 10 million purple gold coins. How can he take out 100 million.

"If you can't get the compensation amount, you Wang Lin can't not know the rules here!"

Just when Wang Lin was very nervous, a young man's voice sounded fiercely on his side.

"Director Liang, please forgive me!"

After hearing Liang Feng's words in the Colosseum, Wang Lin's lips trembled and his face was sweating like raindrops.

It is stipulated in the Colosseum that any warrior who cannot afford to pay the compensation will be sent to prison, either as a slave warrior or as a ration for Warcraft.

"If you can't afford it, use your life to compensate!"

Liang Feng's tone was faint.

Several warriors pulled Wang Lin up and dragged him to the prison where Warcraft was held under the grandstand.

"Ah!"

With the sound of a tearing heart and lungs, Wang Lin was bitten into blood foam by the Warcraft.

"Your bet with Wang Lin aroused my interest. I want to bet with you!"

"Bet on the devil's pet in the little girl's hand!"

After punishing Wang Lin, Liang Feng said to Chu Xingyu.

The magic pet in zixue'er's hand is definitely not an ordinary magic pet if Liang Feng is right. He wants to snatch the magic pet in the girl's hand.

"You don't deserve it!"

Chu Xingyu's tone is faint.

After gambling, Wang Lin came to Liang Feng. If he finished gambling, others will come to gamble with him. Do you want to gamble with them all the time.

All cats and dogs want to bet on themselves.

Are they qualified?

"Hmm? Are you gambling with me today?"

Chu Xingyu's words made Liang Feng feel cold!

"Shit, you really have dog legs and don't have eyes. You dare to embarrass our prince!"

Not far away, three royal guards looked cold.

One of them wanted to make a move, but was stopped by Sheng Xiuping.

"The prince said he didn't want to make a big fuss. If we do it, it will bring unnecessary trouble to the prince."

"Let's wait and see!"

Sheng Xiuping stopped the two men beside him.

All eyes in the arena focused on Liang Feng and Chu Xingyu, the director of the Colosseum.

"What if I don't gamble?"

In the face of Liang Feng's coercion, Chu Xingyu's tone was faint.

"You must bet with me today. If you don't bet, you won't get out of the Colosseum!"

Liang Feng's tone was cold.

In his territory, what he likes can't run!

"Young man in white, bet. If you don't bet, our Colosseum can't protect you!"

Host Cui Huabing sneered with a threat.

How dare the smelly boy refuse what the supervisor likes?

There is a close relationship between the Colosseum and the governor. The murder in the Colosseum can't be spread at all.

"So the whole Colosseum is interested in my things."

"No wonder it's called the land of sin."

Chu Xingyu's tone turned cold:

"You want my phantom spirit mink, yes, you have to bet your life!"

The words of the young man in white made Cui Huabing, the host of the Colosseum, despise him.

Liang Feng, who was ready to bet with him, smiled.

"Originally I wanted to save your life. Since you don't want it, I'll take it for you!"

Excitement flashed in Liang Feng's eyes.

Maybe the treasure on the boy in white is not only the phantom spirit mink. After killing him, you can search it well, maybe you can find something more important.

"Young man in white, when this fight is over, your life will belong to me!"

Liang Feng sneered at the corners of his mouth.

"OK, I'll wait!"

Chu Xingyu's eyes flashed an obliteration.

"The next round of fighting animals begins. Please bet!"

The Colosseum host shouted.

However, when the slave warrior in the Colosseum came out, Chu Xingyu's eyes shook fiercely.

And zixue'er is incredibly covering her mouth!

What the hell is going on???