Master of Beasts

"I'm really sorry, I knocked him down without giving you time to bet." Henry Zhang glanced at Mo Yin with a somewhat smiling gaze.

"It doesn't matter, there is a second round." Mo Yin was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, and the killing intent in the smile was extremely strong.

I thought that this kid would go down after this round, but he was so stupid. Didn't he know that the Black Scale Arena was opened by the Yanhuang Spirit Hunting Group?

In this black scale arena, as long as Mo Yin thinks, there are countless ways to kill the people on the stage.

"Then let's start." Mo Yin grinned, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

"Don't worry, this is the first time for me to come to this black scale arena, I don't know what rewards will be given after winning consecutively?" Henry Zhang asked with a smile, he also has a lot of interest in the treasures of the black scale arena.

"Brother Xiao must be too confident in himself." A trace of contempt flashed in Mo Yin's eyes, but you still want to win consecutively, and you don't weigh yourself.

"If you win one game, you can get 10,000 gold coins, if you win two games, you can get 20,000 gold coins, if you win three games, you can get 30,000 gold coins, and so on. Of course, in addition to the gold coin rewards, there are also real objects. Spirit crystals with their own attributes, after winning ten games, can choose an attack-type spirit spell, of course, the resources of this group are limited, and only three attributes of fire, ice and wood can be selected."

Although Mo Yin sneered at Henry Zhang, he still explained it patiently.

"Spiritual art." Henry Zhang's heart moved, gold coins and spirit crystals have not aroused his interest, and spiritual art is extremely scarce. In this small town, there is no place to sell spiritual art at all.

"Okay, let's start." Henry Zhang nodded at Mo Yin, and smiled.

"I come!"

The moment Henry Zhang's voice just fell, a figure suddenly swept up the high platform with a faint icy breath, staring at Henry Zhang playfully.

This person is surprisingly Ge Ping that Henry Zhang met in the shop.

"Sixth Rank Spiritualist." Mo Yin smiled grimly. Even if Ge Ping was defeated by Henry Zhang, the latter would consume a lot of spiritual power. The defeat is only a matter of time. As long as he does some small tricks, Henry Zhang will die It's miserable.

After some betting, the odds of Henry Zhang and Ge Ping happened to be 1:1. Fire-type spirit beasts have strong restraint against snow-type spirit beasts, so not everyone is optimistic about Ge Ping.

"You can be even with me." Ge Ping frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with the result, the same odds as Henry Zhang, which made him feel greatly insulted.

"Are you strong?" Henry Zhang was a little dumbfounded.

"At least in front of me, you are not qualified to jump." Ge Ping glanced proudly at Henry Zhang, in front of him, a white summoning spirit array, intertwined rapidly, slowly outlined, a snow-white spirit beast , followed by slowly drifting out.

"Medium censor-level spirit beast, Shuang Zhuping." Henry Zhang blinked in surprise.

Shuang Zhuping was suspended in the air, surrounded by several pure white snowballs, slowly rotating, and above the high platform, it seemed as if tiny snow particles were floating.

"Die!"

Ge Ping's voice sounded, and the snow particles floating on the high platform quickly condensed. In the blink of an eye, several palm-sized snowflakes condensed around Shuang Zhuping. There was a sharp and icy breath from the edge. Go, it's very beautiful.

Along with Shuang Zhuping's body shaking, those few snowflakes suddenly flew out, mixed with a faint snow mist, and rushed towards Chi Yan.

"Glamourous, just one move."

Henry Zhang smiled lightly, and the red flames rushed out immediately, and the sharp claws entwined with purple flames, like cutting tofu with a knife, cut off the few snowflakes, and the broken parts were as smooth as a mirror.

"Impossible!" Ge Ping's pupils shrank slightly. Ice crystal snowflakes are Shuang Zhuping's strongest attack skills, but they shattered without causing any damage to Chi Yan?

At the moment when Ge Ping was shocked, the red flame had already flitted in front of Shuang Zhuping, and the purple flame carried by the claws dissipated,

It was printed lightly on its body.

"Snapped!"

Immediately, Shuang Zhuping retreated from the high platform like lightning, as if hit by a heavy object, and hit the ground, wiping out a long path of snowflakes before stabilizing her figure.

Instant kill!

"The first game." Henry Zhang's dark eyes were calm, as if defeating Ge Ping's Shuang Zhuping was just a trivial matter to him.

Standing blankly on the high platform, Ge Ping didn't recover for a long time. Half an hour ago, he warned Henry Zhang with a lofty attitude that he had better take a detour when he saw him in the future, but in the blink of an eye, he simply said defeated.

This contrast made it difficult for him to accept.

The battle ended in an instant on the field, which made all the spirit hunters in the audience stunned for a moment. Immediately, those who bet on Henry Zhang to win all looked excited, while those who lost the bet looked depressed, and they felt depressed in their hearts. He scolded Ge Ping ten thousand times.

"Next match." Mo Yin frowned, he didn't expect Ge Ping to be so useless, unable to take even one move.

Dragging his slow pace, Ge Ping walked down the stage slowly, and took Shuang Zhuping into Lingmen. He couldn't stay in Heilin Town in the future, and he didn't think that Henry Zhang would let him off magnanimously. .

Of course, what Ge Ping didn't know was that from the beginning, Henry Zhang didn't take him seriously, and even now, his weight in Henry Zhang's heart is no different from that of passers-by.

The next challenge was a sixth-level rock-type spirit warrior, but a shocking scene happened again. This person's spirit beast still didn't even take a move, and was blasted off the stage by Chi Yan.

"Next person."

Mo Yin's face was gloomy, and it was the same in the next few rounds. Until the end of the fifth round, Chi Yan only used one claw, and won the victory easily.

"Is this man a monster?"

The spirit hunter who chatted with Henry Zhang before had cold hands and feet, and it turned out that the person who had been standing beside him was such a terrifying figure.

"It's the sixth game, Captain Mo Yin, can you show the Lingjing?" Henry Zhang looked at Mo Yin with a smile, as if he was afraid that he would renege on his debt.

"Of course." Mo Yin forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, took out a fire-type spirit crystal from the sky boundary stone, and placed it on the stone pillar on the side of the high platform. As long as Henry Zhang wins, this spirit crystal will belong to him , and if he loses, Mo Yin will take back this spirit crystal.

"Six consecutive victories, it seems that there was one in the Blackscale Arena last time." Someone whispered.

"Seven victories in a row is already a record in the Blackscale Arena. I don't know if this boy will break it." Some people are more interested in breaking the record.

"What are you thinking? Those who challenged before were only sixth-level spirits. Their spirit beasts are only middle-level censors. Next, there will be more powerful sixth-level spirits." A spirit hunter Shaking his head and sneering.

"Snapped!"

However, what responded to him was only a crisp sound. The high-ranking censor-level spirit beast of the sixth-level spirit warrior on the stage flew backwards after being hit by Chi Yan's tail blade, and finally sat on the ground with a dazed expression. .

"Wow!"

Thus, after a moment of silence in the entire Blackscale Arena, an uproar suddenly resounded.