Chapter 1782

Soon, under the escort of the sergeant, Ye Tianze entered the martial arts field. Looking at the crowd of people around him, Ye Tianze felt like a beast.

This huge martial arts field is more like a colosseum. Countless monks waved their flags and shouted, just for the lottery ticket in their hands.

Standing opposite him was a monk from the Heavenly Demon Race. Ye Tianze felt his breath and was at the ninth order of Xuandi.

Although there was no dialogue, Ye Tianze felt murderous intent in the eyes of the other party, which was a kind of murderous intent that was about to win.

"This is my last game!"

The cultivator of the Demon Race said, "If you kill you, I will no longer be a slave!"

"Oh." Ye Tianze said, "I'm sorry then."

"Excuse me?" The cultivator heard the irony in Ye Tianze's tone, and said coldly, "The tone is not small, but unfortunately, this is a chaotic homeland, and this is a martial arts field."

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

Ye Tianze said angrily, "If you kill me, you will be free, and if I kill you, you will have the next match."

Hearing this, the monks of the demon race were stunned and said with a smile: "It seems that this is the first time you have come to Chaos Homeland, and you still don't know the rules of the martial arts field. Have you seen the scrolls in the hands of those monks? The one just played is over, and now I have to buy it again, if I make a move now, wouldn’t I be very ignorant of the rules?”

Ye Tianze suddenly understood what he meant.

"However, most of the monks bought me. Although there are monks who will take the risk to buy you, they are destined to not earn it back."

The Demon Race said.

Ye Tianze was a little speechless, and simply stopped talking.

"Why don't you speak? You should cherish your last time." The Tianmo cultivator said, "Otherwise, you will never have a chance to speak again."

"Is this your last word?" Ye Tianze said calmly, "Unfortunately, no one will know about it except me."

"Hmph, your tone is not too small." The monk of the Tianmo clan said coldly, "It's a pity for you to meet..."

Before he could finish speaking, a strong wind hit, and the Tianmo cultivator felt the danger. When he reacted, Ye Tianze had come to him and stretched out his hand.

The Tianmo Clan cultivator obviously did not expect that Ye Tianze would be so unruly, and suddenly shot at him, and stretched out his hand so directly, did he want to strangle his neck?

Just kidding, how can you underestimate your opponent in a battle of the same level? Although he is presumptuous in his mouth, he still respects his opponent in his heart.

He took a step back, wanting to dodge away, but at the same time his Yuan Li concentrated on his fist, ready to give Ye Tianze a heavy punch the moment he dodged.

However, just as he dodged, the hand followed his figure, his heart tightened, and when he wanted to dodge again, he found that the hand was close to his flesh and quickly grabbed his neck. .

He could hardly believe the scene in front of him, the opponent's speed far surpassed him, but it also exposed the opponent's gap.

Because he was holding his neck with one hand, there was still a big gap in front of him. He raised his leg and hit Ye Tianze with his knee.

However, he just had this idea, a mountain-like force burst out from these hands, and he felt his neck, like an egg, being crushed by a mountain.

Then, his body collapsed quickly, and at the last moment before his death, he finally understood what Ye Tianze's words meant.

He was psychologically intimidating his opponent, but Ye Tianze was not intimidating, he already regarded himself as a dead person.

"boom"

With a loud bang, under this terrifying power, the cultivator of the Demon Race instantly turned into powder, and even the blood did not splash out, but was squeezed by this power and evaporated.

He clapped his hands, and there was still a lot of noise around him. He said to himself, "It seems that the cultivators in the Xuandi realm can't stand my grip. I don't know what the Xuantian realm is like."

To kill this cultivator of the Tianmo clan, Ye Tianze didn't even use a single Xingxuan's Yuan force, but only used less than one-tenth of the main Xingxuan's power.

As soon as the voice fell, the martial arts field, which had been noisy just now, suddenly became quiet.

The cultivators holding the lottery rolls all shut their mouths. The scene just now happened in an instant. Some cultivators didn't even see this scene and were busy buying the outcome of this game, but they discovered that the The famous monk has disappeared.

After a long time, a voice came out, read out Ye Tianze's number, and declared him victory.

The martial arts field suddenly exploded, and only a small number of monks saw the trajectory of Ye Tianze's shot, but they didn't see it clearly.

And most of them, basically did not see Ye Tianze make a move, only saw that the famous one had won nine games, and only the demon slaves who were about to be freed in the last game were crushed like this.

For the rest, Ye Tianze didn't make a move at all, and before he had time to watch, the battle was over.

If it wasn't for the deacon of the dojo announcing Ye Tianze's victory, they would have thought that the slave of the Demon Race had run away.

After a short period of surprise, in addition to admiring Ye Tianze's strength, most of the monks showed dissatisfaction.

Especially those cultivators who just bought a lottery ticket and lost, and lost before, at least they can still see a wonderful competition.

This time I lost, and I didn't even look at the person for a half move. How could I feel better?

After the deacon announced Ye Tianze's victory, he asked, "Do you want to continue?"

Ye Tianze glanced at it, and according to the rules, he could continue, or he could go back to the slave camp to rest for a day before doing the test.

The deacon looked at him with a clear threat. If he didn't continue, let alone the deacon. It is estimated that the monks in the entire martial arts field would not let him go.

"continue!"

Ye Tianze nodded.

Hearing this, the monks in the martial arts field breathed a sigh of relief. What most monks wanted to see was how Ye Tianze killed the demon slave.

After all, the Demon Clan just now won nine games in a row, and was only one game away from being free.

Although there are many such monks in the martial arts field.

The deacon quickly ordered a slave to come up. The slave was tall, and the first time he played, he unfolded his original shape, obviously preparing to go all out.

"Shiyan Clan!"

The discussion of the monks in the stands began.

The original form of this monk is a stone, as thick as a mountain, with the coercion of a mountain on his body, needless to say his strength.

This is the Shiyan clan in the chaos, the most rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and can be called a shield-like existence.

The deacon obviously chose the slaves of the Shiyan clan on purpose, because he still remembered the scene just now, and he immediately recalled the number of the Shiyan clan.

"boom"

He had just finished the announcement, and before he had time to let the monks present bet, he heard a loud noise, and the majestic Shiyan clan was punched through by a punch.

Then, the huge body, like a pile of sand, collapsed quickly.

Ye Tianze stood there, clapped his hands, and said, "Next!"