The arena was boiling with excitement.

There are two reasons.

First, after a hundred years, new people finally came in.

Second, a cultivator from the Origin Realm participated in a hell-level fight. This was the first time that it happened in the Prison City.

None of the monks in the prison city are useless. There are only two kinds of people here: either the strong or the dead.

Any cultivator who is able to participate in the competition in the arena has experienced life and death.

As the woman announced the start of the fight, everyone in the venue screamed excitedly. It didn't matter how many interstellar coins they won. They mainly wanted to see how Ye Changsheng was torn into pieces by Wang Duba.

Wang Duba is known as the Sky-lifting Sword Demon. In addition to that, he is also a bulldozer among sword cultivators. No, he is a physical cultivator among sword cultivators.

Just like the word "Qingtian" in his name, his physical strength is very very terrifying. In the past competitions, he won the hell-level competitions for 18 consecutive victories.

Ye Changsheng's confrontation with him would be no different from suicide.

When he first entered the prison city, he challenged a hell-level fight. Everyone felt sorry for Ye Changsheng.

Before he even got familiar with the environment, he was about to die in the arena.

well.

Someone sighed, "We finally got a new person, but he's going to die so soon. Our fun is over again."

Someone echoed: "Young people still have no experience. It is really not a wise choice to come to the arena for interstellar coins."

"It would be great to go to the Interstellar Spirit Mine. It may be tiring, but at least I can stay alive."

As the discussions spread, Ye Changsheng slowly walked onto the stage with a wry smile on his face.

It's been a long time since I last competed.

Even someone as outstanding as him would worry about Interstellar Coin.

It's true that a penny can make a hero fall.

Fortunately, he will become rich soon.

At this time.

In the box on the second floor.

A beautiful figure stood up and walked to the stands, her eyes fell on Ye Changsheng, "What a handsome boy, I want him."

This woman is none other than the head of the Zhou family - Zhou Yunmei.

Charming and noble.

In a place like Prison City, there is a woman with such temperament, like an empress, high above everyone else.

It gives people the feeling that it can be viewed from a distance, but not played with.

A hunchbacked old man appeared beside Zhou Yunmei, "Master, do you want to save him?"

Zhou Yunmei said calmly, "He doesn't need to be saved, Wu Lao. If we really fight, you may not be his opponent."

Wu Xiang Hou's face changed, and he was extremely shocked. "Master, he is only at the Origin Realm. How can I not be his opponent?"

Zhou Yunmei smiled and said, "Wu Lao, you are too narrow-minded. This boy is not as simple as he seems."

"In the past hundred years, the structure of the prison city has changed. This place was originally a stagnant pool, but it is finally going to be turbulent."

Wu Xiang Hou said, "Master, from what you said, this boy wants to stir up trouble in Prison City?"

"If you want to stir up trouble here, you may have a hard time passing the City Lord's Mansion."

Zhou Yunmei said: "If the city lord had let this child in, would the result be different?"

Wu Xiang Hou narrowed his eyes slightly, "Master, if he was let in by the city lord, should we still recruit him?"

Zhou Yunmei still had a smile on her face, "Wu Lao, let's watch the fight!"

The difference is immediately apparent from the overall situation.

This is why Zhou Yunmei is the head of the family and Wuxiang Hou is the follower.

The two of them never see things on the same level.

boom.

boom.

A deafening roar spread out, a terrifying air wave burst out, the entire arena shook and trembled, and a figure appeared in front of Ye Changsheng.

The man was as tall and strong as a tower, with muscular body, as if he could explode at any time.

There was a huge sword on his back, which was as tall as him. A powerful and domineering aura swept over and condensed into a huge sword, hanging above Ye Changsheng's head.

This person is none other than this.

It is the king who dominates.

This moment.

Ye Changsheng looked a little short in front of Wang Duba. One was wild and domineering, while the other was gentle and elegant.

The contrast is stark, a world of difference.

Judging from the momentum alone, Wang Duba completely crushed Ye Changsheng.

It seems that there is no suspense in the battle between the two. Wang Duba is bound to kill Ye Changsheng completely with overwhelming advantage.

On the ring.

Wang Duba looked at Ye Changsheng and said in a muffled voice: "My name is Wang Duba. Remember who killed you."

Ye Changsheng said: "Sword cultivator, body cultivator, you are pretty good."

At this point, he paused and continued, "However, I am also a sword cultivator, and I also know a little bit of physical cultivation."

Wang Duba opened his eyes wide and looked at Ye Changsheng in surprise. There was not the slightest spiritual energy fluctuation on his body. He didn't expect that he was the same as himself.

Ye Changsheng moved towards Wang Duba very slowly. Behind him was a huge vortex of sword energy, like the door to a sword barrier.

Filling every inch of the arena.

Wang Duba suddenly raised his head and glanced at the vortex of sword energy hanging in the air. His expression was somewhat moved and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Then a shocking scene happened.

Golden light rose from Ye Changsheng's body, and his flesh seemed to be cast in gold. The powerful pressure from his physical body made Wang Duba feel scared.

The eternal body is immortal.

Wang Duba looked at Ye Changsheng and muttered, "Who are you? You are so young, but your attainments in swordsmanship and physical training are so terrifying."

Ye Changsheng said calmly: "Draw your sword!"

Wang Duba said: "Your talent is truly amazing. I really can't bear to kill you."

Ye Changsheng was still moving forward. Wherever he passed, an ancient sword hung above his head and a storm of sword energy lingered around his figure. At the same time, he started his blood-burning frenzy.

His cultivation began to soar.

One step, one realm.

One step, one world.

Endless golden light rushed straight to the top of the arena, so bright and dazzling that people could not open their eyes. Everyone in the stands stood up, wanting to see clearly what was happening on the ring.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He was getting closer and closer to Wang Duba, and the giant figure, as steady as a rock, began to retreat.

One step, two steps, three steps. Sweat dripped down Wang Duba's forehead. He held on tightly and suddenly raised his head to look at Ye Changsheng, "I give up."

The sound spread, and there was silence.

The arena fell into complete silence.

Even everyone's breathing and heartbeats can be heard clearly.

Admit defeat? What happened? Everyone was confused.

They didn't see the two men make a move, so why did Wang Duba admit defeat? This was not his style.

Judging from the fighting scenes in the past, Wang Duba would always perform a series of violent and awesome operations.

Then, crush the opponent in all aspects.

Things turned out to be completely different from what they imagined.

At this time.

Ye Changsheng came in front of Wang Duba, whose clothes were already wet with sweat. "You are not bad, keep working hard."

Wang Duba swallowed his saliva and said, "Thank you, Master Ye, for not killing me."

Ye Changsheng said: "It's just a fight, why kill people? I am very merciful."

As he finished speaking, he moved towards the bottom of the ring.

Wang Duba's eyes fell on Ye Changsheng's back, "How strong is he?"

He knew clearly that Ye Changsheng had not used his full strength when fighting him just now, and he had no idea how much strength he had actually used.

This person is dangerous.

Absolutely don't provoke.

Then, he walked down from the ring. Wherever he passed, people started asking what happened on the ring.

Wang Duba left the arena quickly without saying a word.

Qianzhou saw Ye Changsheng walk out of the ring and hurriedly greeted him, "I knew that little friend Ye would definitely win."

Ye Changsheng glanced at Qianzhou and said, "You know it again."

Qianzhou smiled awkwardly, "Friend Ye, I bet all my interstellar coins on you to win. We made a lot of money this time."

Ye Changsheng said: "I have to correct you. It was me who won big, not us."

Qianzhou: “.”

Ye Changsheng added: "Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly."

As they were talking, the two of them came to the bar and took the interstellar coins. Ye Changsheng took out one and threw it towards Qianzhou with a dashing flick.

"For you."

Qianzhou took an interstellar coin and felt a huge shadow in his heart. Is this what Ye Changsheng meant by not treating him unfairly?

Inside the bar, the woman said in a deep voice: "Mr. Ye, there will be a large-scale fight at the fighting arena tomorrow. It will be a fight of the god of death level. Do you want to join in?"

Ye Changsheng nodded, "Okay, help me arrange a hell-level match."

The woman watched Ye Changsheng and the other two leave and said, "What a strange person! It seems that the saying that there are no useless people in the prison city is absolutely true."

In the box.

Zhou Yunmei's beautiful figure disappeared.

She appeared outside the arena with Wuxiang Hou, waiting for Ye Changsheng to come out. She had already guessed that there would be no suspense in the fight on the arena, so she left early.

Wu Xiang Hou said: "Master, how did Ye Changsheng win?"

Zhou Yunmei said: "Just by his overwhelming momentum, his strength is beyond our imagination. In such a large prison city, there are 100,000 cultivators, and the number of people who can defeat him is definitely no more than 100."

At this point, she paused and continued, "This is still my bold guess. Maybe the number is even smaller than this."

"So, if Wu Lao meets him, he has no chance of winning."

Wu Xiang Hou did not doubt Zhou Yunmei's words this time. "Master, even if we want to recruit such a person, I'm afraid we will have to pay a very high price."

Zhou Yunmei said calmly: "I'm not recruiting you, I just want to make friends."

There is a reason why the Zhou family is one of the three major families in the Prison City. Zhou Yunmei is truly extraordinary to have a woman as the head of the family.

Ye Changsheng walked out of the fighting arena. On one side, Qianzhou hurriedly said, "Friend Ye, the head of the Zhouzhou family, is she waiting for you?"

"It should be." Ye Changsheng said calmly, "It's definitely not waiting for you."

Qianzhou: “.”

Why do you always speak so sharply? Wu Xiang Hou came to Ye Changsheng and said, "Mr. Ye, my patriarch wants to see you."

Ye Changsheng glanced at Wu Xiang Hou, then stood up and walked to Zhou Yunmei, "What does Patriarch Zhou want to talk to me about?"

When it comes to women, he always prefers to be proactive rather than passive.

Zhou Yunmei said: "Mr. Ye knows me when he first entered the prison city. It is really my honor. This is also our fate."

Ye Changsheng said: "Master Zhou, if you have anything to say, just speak up!"