This military slavish, criss-crossed on the face of this slave martial art, made him unrecognizable and could not distinguish his original appearance.

Coupled with the messy hair, and the cockroaches on the body, let the slave martial arts, the whole person brought a suffocating, it is particularly embarrassing.

However, his black eyes are sharp and sharp, just the gaze, it makes people feel trembled.

"It's so cold!"

The crowd saw the eyes, the heart trembled, the slave martial arts in the prison field, are some of the slaves of the martial arts, all day long on the edge of life and death, very powerful, if it can be used for their own, it is very good Therefore, once there is a slave martial arts from the prison field in each auction, it will definitely lead to a battle.

Lin Feng is a brow, a cruel, and cruel means. I don’t know where these slaves came from. I even have to imprint the slaves on my face. The whole person is completely unrecognizable. Even if I escape, I will not be able to be a man in the future. Can live in the dark.

"This slave spirit is a three-fold repair, and the record is 16 wins. If the prisoner wins him in the same realm, he will reward the 20-yuan stone. As for the prisoner under the three-fold cultivation of Lingwujing, win Reward the Chinese yuan stone one hundred."

The old man who led the slave Wushu into the prison field said, letting everyone’s eyes condense, the 16-win slave Wushu, which is less than the tiger, won 12 games, but if the prisoner wins, the reward is In the same way, it can be seen from here that the people in the prison field are more confident in the slave martial arts than in the squad.

"Bai Ze, Ling Wujing is three repairs, just like you."

At this time, the young Huang Yi, who was not far behind Lin Feng, said to Bai Ze, let Bai Ze’s eyes condense and indulge for a moment, then nodded and said, “I am going.”

"Good." Huang Yi youth's face showed a smile, I saw Bai Ze stood up, came to the ladder, crossed a few steps, reached the cage, and nodded slightly toward the old man.

The old man saw Bai Ze’s brow wrinkled and said: “This slave martial art is very powerful. Are you sure you want to fight?”

"Yes." Bai Ze nodded affirmatively, and the old man let Bai Ze enter the prison field.

"Humph."

Above the stands, it was a bit unpleasant to ask Ao Xue to scream.

Lin Feng is also a bit strange. The old man would actually remind him of Bai Ze. When he entered the prison and the prisoner, no one reminded him that the tiger was very powerful.

"Lin Feng, the slave Wu Xiu, is unlucky."

Asked Ao Xue to say something, let Lin Feng look at him strangely, and asked: "How can I see, his strength has been seen, and nothing special, I think he is not necessarily the opponent of this slave Wu Xiu."

"Bai Ze basically has no chance of winning, but, do you know who is responsible for this prison?"

Asked Ao Xue to say another, let Lin Feng eyes condensed, looked at the proud snow.

"Today's prison field is the responsibility of the White House, which is the family of Bai Ze."

Asked Ao Xue to say indifferently, let Lin Feng tremble, it is no wonder that the old man will remind Bai Ze, and this is the case, here is actually the family of Bai Ze.

"There are so many eyes in the prison field. If Bai Ze’s strength is not good, can they still do their hands and feet?”

"Oh, you are too small to look at these nobles, they have always been focused on the purpose, not watching the process." Asked Ao Xue smiled faintly, a pair of looks at the chest.

At this time, in the prison field, slave Wu Xiu saw Bai Ze coming in, and immediately there was a suffocating release from his body, which was very cold.

The unkempt hair slightly blocked the eyelids, cold and biting, so that Bai Zexin's heart was slightly trembled.

"dead!"

In the mouth of the slave Wu Xiu, a cold word was spit out, and his body flew directly toward Bai Ze. Anyone who entered the prison field was a person who came to kill him. It was not Bai Ze’s death, or he died. .

The chain that locked him suddenly danced in the air, like a poisonous snake, with a whistling sound, stabbing Bai Ze.

"So fast."

Bai Ze saw that the chain was stabbing in an instant, and the body avoided it. At the same time, a gust of wind blew up, and Bai Ze’s became very light and moving with the wind.

"Hurricane Wuhun."

Lin Feng saw a hurricane phantom appearing behind Bai Ze, whispered, the last time, Bai Ze was very proud, saying how genius he was, but the result, even Lin Feng did not catch a finger, even the Wuhun did not have time to release, The slap in the face was very loud.

However, in the age when Bai Ze is less than 18 years old, if it is placed in many other places, even in Yunhaizong, it is considered a genius, but here is the imperial city, the place where genius gathers, better than Bai Ze. People, a lot, therefore, genius is not called genius.

The slave Wu Xiu did not look at Bai Ze, and his eyes were still so deep and cold. The chains in his hand trembled and swept out, and the space roared.

"Good hegemony."

Bai Ze’s eyes trembled, and he did not dare to pick it up. The body retreated backwards. Then, at this time, a slightly illusory vine appeared quietly, and the body of Bai Ze was immediately entangled, and the chain was once again turned into a long gun. The heart of Bai Ze was stabbed.

There is no extra action, and the move is to kill Bai Ze.

Bai Ze’s pupils contracted for a while, his body struggled, his palms trembled fiercely, and a hurricane with a chilling air swept toward the chain, dusting the sky.

However, at this moment, Bai Ze suddenly felt that a huge force was uploaded from the vines, driving his body and letting him go forward, while the slave Wu Xiu took advantage of Bai Ze’s body. A perfect arc appeared directly in the side direction of Bai Ze, and the chain was shot with a long gun.

"It's so strong."

The stands were filled with exclamations, and the slave Wushu’s control was too strong. Every movement seemed to be calculated, quick, capable, and murderous.

As for Lin Feng, the brow wrinkled tightly. It was the vine martial arts. He had seen this martial art. Han’s friend, who broke the army, had this kind of martial arts.

"Break the army, the army, the slave!"

Lin Feng’s eyes are flickering, and it’s a coincidence that staring at the slave martial arts? The other party only has the same Wuhun, and is named after the military word?

"Hey!"

In the prison field, Bai Ze hurriedly resisted, but where can block the impact of the long gun chain, the chest was hit hard and the body flew out.

The slave Wu Xiu’s body trembled, with a chain rifle, and rushed to Bai Ze. Only when he killed the other party, the prisoner was over, and he could not die.

"stop."

At this time, a fierce voice came out, letting the body of the slave Wu Xiu stiff, the footsteps stopped, and the sharp eyes looked at the old man who came.

"This fight is here."

The old man said indifferently, let the eyes of the crowd condense, so far?

Just like a prison, only one death is over. This is the rule of the prison. How can it stop here?

"It seems that this prisoner has a close relationship with the old man!"

The crowd remembered that the old man had just reminded Bai Ze that he couldn’t help but guess that it was only possible.

"The prison is not over yet, how can you stop here?"

A hoarse voice came from the mouth of the slave Wu Xiu, staring at the old man.

The old man brows a pick, then a hint of gloom in his eyes, a slave, dare to refute him?

"Since you want to fight, then I will fulfill you." The old man smiled grimly and shouted: "Put the beasts in."

The voice of the old man fell, and at the other hole in the cage, there was a middle-aged man who slowly appeared in the eyes of the crowd.

What makes the crowd look solid is that in the middle age, he actually went out and sat on a figure. This figure has hands and feet. It is a human being, but he uses his hands and feet to climb out. Moreover, his limbs and throat were firmly held by the iron lock, and the other end of the chain was held in the palm of his hand.

"Army, among the many slaves, except for the wild beasts, you are the most difficult to tame, and now you have seen it. This is the pretty end, has been tamed into beasts, today, I want you and the barbarians, The winner is born, the loser, dead!"

The old man said sinisterly, only to see the military's gaze staring at him in the cold, as if to swallow him a bit, even, want him to fight with the barbarians, this group of animals!

The man who was kneeling on the ground heard this and looked up. As a beast-like gaze stared at the old man, he was very vicious.

Seeing this up-and-coming beast, above the stands, Lin Feng’s position, an incomparable icy atmosphere, madly spread out!

Ps: There is another head, thank you for your friend's reward!