Stepping into the prison, the winner is born and the loser is dead.

Here, it is as cruel as the battlefield.

In the nine continents, everyone is still martial. This is by no means a false statement. A prison field can attract so many people and even let people go into danger in prison. It shows how strong the will of people to pursue martial arts.

"What is the rule of the prisoner?" Lin Feng asked.

"The person in charge of the prison field will announce the slave martial arts in the prison and the strength and record of the monster. The people in the stands can choose which cell to enter, fight with the people, or fight with the monster. Of course, only the realm of strength and slave martial arts, monsters, or even lower, can enter the prison, have the right to fight, otherwise, then it makes no sense."

Asked Ao Xue to explain to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng nodded slightly, indeed, if the strength of the people entering the prison is far stronger than the slave martial arts and the beast, then the battle is meaningless, and the owner of the prison can not do such stupid things.

"And, the people who entered the prison, lost, the price is death, but if they win, they will get a lot of Yuanshi. Many people, for Yuanshi, sometimes go to prison to fight. For example, we have a group of galaxies, some people have experienced their courage and iron blood through prisoners, and constantly break through the limits. After getting Yuanshi, they go to the cultivation tower to practice. In this way, the strength can be improved rapidly. Of course, it is also extremely Danger."

"Crisis, coexist with opportunities, which is strong, not tired of the bones, struggling countless times in dying, only to finally Lingyun."

Asking Ao Xue’s voice with a bit of awe and letting Lin Feng a sigh, it seems that this man who is even more beautiful than a woman will often step into prison. If he sees him at first sight, he can’t imagine it. .

While talking, the pedestrians continued down the stairs, and Lin Feng had been able to clearly see the whole picture of the prison.

This is a football-sized venue. The huge iron cage is directly covered in this vast field, as if it is falling from the sky.

The iron cage is about ten meters long and is divided into two large areas. One area, one monster is fighting with people, and the other area is two people fighting in life and death.

In the two areas of the prison field, there are separate beasts and martial arts slaves. From the stands, the free choice is to fight with the monsters, or to fight with the slaves.

At this time, a figure was blocked in front of Lin Feng and others, and his eyes glanced at Lin Feng and others.

Asking Ao Xue seems to have already expected that six pieces of Zhongyuan Yuanshi will be taken from the body and handed to the other party. The other party will immediately retreat to the side and let Lin Feng and others move forward.

“Close to the top ten areas of the prison yard, the position is high, the view is the best, and there is also the right to give priority to the prison. However, if you want to step into the top ten areas, each person needs to pay a piece of Chinese stone. ""

Asking Ao Xue to walk along the side, let Lin Feng gaze, said: "A piece of Chinese stone, too much."

It should be known that a piece of Chinese stone is enough to be cultivated for one month in any of the fourth to tenth floors of the cultivation tower. This is not a small amount.

"Not much, not much at all." What surprised Lin Feng was that he asked Ao Xue to shake his head and said: "You think about it, who is sitting in front of you."

"People who want to fight, and people who don't lack Yuanshi." Lin Feng sighed and responded.

"You are right. For those who want to fight, as long as he wins the prison, at least he can get ten pieces of Chinese stone. The contribution of that piece is naturally worth it. If it is defeated, it means death. Well, they have Yuanshi in their body, and they don’t use any meaning. As for the latter person, you also said that they don’t lack Yuan Stone at all, and naturally they don’t care.”

Asked Aoxue, referring to the position of the third row, said: "Let's sit there."

"Good." Lin Feng nodded. There were not many people in the first ten rows. Relatively speaking, the position was too loose. After all, those who want to fight and those who don’t care about Yuanshi still have a small number. .

Just when Lin Feng was seated, a battle in the prison field was over. It was the area where the slave martial arts were located.

I saw the slave Wushu, who still had a shackle on his feet, but he used his hand to insert the heart of the prisoner, bloody, and the picture was extremely cruel.

But the crowd here is obviously already used to it, and the crazy screams are very exciting, and the blood is boiling.

Liu Fei and Jing Yun's brows are wrinkled. I feel that this scene feels a little uncomfortable, and Lin Feng, although the heart is very turbulent, but the surface is very calm. He has been used to the jungle for so long. The lives of the weak are worthless in this world.

"Without absolute control, why do you have to go to the prison." Lin Feng shook his head slightly, and the person who was killed was his own choice, and he could not blame others.

"Lin Feng, if it is the same realm, are you more willing to fight with the monsters, or with the slave Wushu?"

Asked Ao Xue heard Lin Feng's whisper, and some curious asked Lin Feng.

"Worms." Lin Feng did not hesitate to answer.

Asking Ao Xue to hear Lin Feng’s answer, he smiled and said: “Your choice is not wrong. Many people think that the same realm, the beast will generally be stronger than the people, but here is different, slave martial arts, they From the moment they become slaves, they are in danger of losing their lives at any time. They don’t know when they will die and live. It’s their only belief. Their desire to survive is stronger than anyone else. In order to live, they You can do everything, crazy, cruel, bloodthirsty, just ask for, or all their potentials are motivated, more terrible than the monsters."

"Maybe, sometimes you think that you are stronger than them, and the facts are true, but when you are in prison, you will find that the last person who lives is not necessarily you."

In order to live, how humble a dream.

Lin Feng secretly sighed, but shook his head and said: "You are right, but I said that I will choose to fight the monster, not for this reason."

"No?" Asked Ao Xue slightly surprised, looking at Lin Feng.

"No." Lin Feng nodded and said: "Slave martial arts, although they are slaves, no human rights, but after all, they are people."

Asked Ao Xue heard Lin Feng's slightly solemn voice, his eyes condensed, and his eyes flashed a strange color.

"As you said, their only belief is to live. They kill those who are prisoners because they want their lives, and they want to live, so humble dreams, no one can blame them. Cruel, I want to kill some people who want to kill me and I don’t have any hatred for some of my own interests. I can’t do it. I have a flaw in my heart.”

Lin Feng does not think that he is a good person. He does not feel that he is a savior. But at least, while he is pursuing martial arts, he still has something to hold on to his heart. At least he can stand up to his own heart. In this way, he will not have a martial art. What awkwardness, hindering your own progress.

Asked Ao Xue to hear Lin Feng's calm words. For the first time, he looked at the familiar prison field, and there was a slight fluctuation in his heart.

Those slave martial arts, although slaves, they are human!

Yes, they are human beings. In this cruel world, many people never look at slaves. People like Lin Feng are too few.

Most people try to become stronger and stronger. In order to pursue their own strength, they can use whatever means to kill people. It is normal.

"Maybe, you are right, I decided, and I will only fight with the monsters in the future."

Asked Ao Xue smiled and laughed, but at this time, a taunting voice came from not far behind.

"It’s ridiculous to let the people of the galaxy learn the sadness of the people."

Lin Feng and asked Ao Xue's gaze turned and looked at the side of the back. I saw a group of young people dressed in Chinese costumes sitting there, with a bit of pride in their mouths, overlooking Lin Feng and others.

"Aristocratic people!"

Lin Feng brows a pick. Among the youths in this group of costumes, one person Lin Feng recognized, is the young man who passed his slap in the day of entering Tianyi College, Bai Ze.