Immortal World Supplier

"This is the arena in Sand Sea City. Generally, any personal grievances can be resolved here. However, there are rules in the arena, and no one can be killed... Otherwise, he will have to pay a high amount of death expenses..."

Pei Yin pointed to a majestic building in front of him and said.

Fang Qi nodded. It is actually necessary to build an arena in this sand sea city. Although everyone is here to eliminate demons and defend the way, since there is a merit list, there will actually be some differences. Everyone hunts demons together. There will be some friction more or less when we are in the family.

According to the rules of the Tianmeng, whoever made up the last knife will have merit points recorded in his bloodstone instrument. Although this system guarantees fairness to a certain extent, there are also monks who are dedicated to the last knife...

Especially when encountering all the more powerful demons, one person will definitely not be able to deal with it, so it is necessary to gather multiple monks to cooperate together. Once the spoils are not evenly distributed, they may immediately fight.

Everyone is here to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, so it is really not worthwhile to spend energy on internal fighting. Sometimes if a monk is killed, it may trigger a scuffle between one sect or even several sects.

Even the Tianmeng will find it very difficult to fight like this.

So in order to avoid this from happening, the arena came into being.

If you have conflicts, set the rules in advance, and then go to the arena to fight, and the arena will bear witness for you.

And in the arena, there will be a bottom line, that is, don't kill anyone!

If you don't die, you can do whatever you want, once someone dies, it will be difficult to explain this matter.

The so-called huge compensation...that was based on the bet amount.

"Hi, I'm Tu Hao, the owner of the Shahai Arena, and I welcome you."

"Please tell me the content of your agreement, so that I can draw up an agreement!"

As soon as he entered the arena, a middle-aged man with a big belly came out. When he saw Fang Qi and his party, his eyes narrowed immediately, and his subconscious told him that this was a big deal!

"I bet on this gold-plated snow robe on my body, which is worth tens of billions! I need to wear it when I compete."

Wan Xinghai lowered his head and pointed at the top-grade growth-type spiritual treasure on his body. At this moment, he really felt a little inferior.

In the past, when he said these words, he always spoke in a rough voice. After all, how many magic robes worth tens of billions are there in the entire cultivation world?

"Golden snow robe? Worth tens of billions? This... Could this be the treasure of Qingtianzong's gold-plated snow robe? Even the extremely rare growth-type top-quality spiritual treasure! God, I can actually see it in my lifetime... How lucky I am!"

The owner of the Shahai Arena, Tu Hao's body trembled, and the fat on his body began to vibrate violently.

With his status, there are not many things that can impress him. The arena has branches in all major demon dojos, and its own power is huge.

"Okay, no problem, this young master, I will handle it for you immediately!"

Tu Hao stretched out his right hand to touch the magic robe on Wan Xinghai's body, and then sent a professional appraiser to appraise it. After confirming that it was correct, he directly regarded this treasure as a bet.

"This fellow Taoist... I don't know what bet you want to take out? According to regulations, the value of the bets on both sides should not be less than a hundred times the difference... That is to say, you must take out treasures worth at least 100 million or The spirit stone comes out...you..."