The Earth People are so Fierce

"Ye Zi, you remember, there is no power in this world that can be mastered by the nobles who claim to be born with a glorious bloodline, but cannot be mastered by us."

Meng Chao felt Ye Zi's kindness, but he couldn't help but said, "If we can't grasp a certain powerful force for a while, it's just that we haven't met all the conditions, or haven't found the right way to open it.

"As long as you study hard, study carefully, and are not afraid of failure, one day, the weakest rat people will have the opportunity to climb to the highest peak of the world step by step-this is called ‘cultivation’!"

Meng Chao's words were like red-hot steel nails, deeply pierced into the leaf's brain.

It also seemed that a brand new eye was cut into the young man's head, allowing him to understand the whole world in a completely different way from the past.

In the next two days, Meng Chao taught Ye Ye more psionic martial arts.

Including the three basic force methods, "Hundred Battle Swords" and "Thunder Cross Sword" and other Dragon City's most mainstream entry-level warfare techniques.

As well as the dagger fighting skills learned from the Black Skeleton Training Camp in the previous life, there are dozens of tricks that attack the vital points from an incredible angle.

Ye Zi was originally talented.

Then through the hole in the hole, the indoctrination of mysterious murals.

Coupled with the ability to stretch and retract the limbs at will.

It's a natural assassin's blank.

Even if the time is too short, you can't learn too much essence.

At least it can be seen that there is a shadow of "superior guidance" on him.

Meng Chao also used the memory fragments of his past life to teach Ye Zi some of the fighting skills of the Turan civilization in the past life.

In fact, Meng Chao is not proficient in the killing skills of higher orcs.

What I can barely recall is the oddly shaped flowery frames.

But he believes that even if the ostentatious flavours fall into the eyes of professionals, they can also discover the value hidden in them.

The leaves are like sponges that have been exposed to the sun for a whole day, eagerly learning the unheard of martial arts.

Because Meng Chao did not hesitate to help him dredge his spiritual veins, his strength was increasing slowly and steadily on the basis of three to five times.

In the seemingly thin body, explosive power has been sealed.

At this moment, if he meets those raging red-eyed rat people again, he no longer needs to use tricks or abilities.

With the simplest and rude methods, they can all be knocked down.

Even so, Meng Chao still asked Ye Zi to be careful not to commit public anger.

In two days, another seven rounds of food were placed between the iron fences above the cell.

Every time Ye Ye hides part of his strength, keeps low-key and cautious, let the strongest red-eyed rat people take action to **** and kill each other, and when they are all fighting, he will take action and seize two or three oils. Fried mandala fruit.

It is not necessarily that the Red-Eyed Rat People see through his intentions.

Be wary of this little madman who defeated the number one rat inhabitant.

But every time Ye Ye made a move, he would not **** more than three fried mandala fruits, and would not pose a fatal threat to the strongest red-eyed rat people.

Thinking of how fierce he was when he attacked the number one rat citizen, the strongest red-eyed rat people felt that there was no need to fight this little lunatic for two or three deep-fried mandala fruits.

Those rat people who had been hungry for several days and were extremely weak naturally didn't have the courage and strength to go to the dark corner of the dungeon to look for the bad luck of Meng Chao and Ye Zi.

In this way, in two days, a total of eighteen deep-fried mandala fruits were snatched by the leaves.

Nine fruits per person reappeared blood on the boy's face.

It also made the light of Meng Chao's eyes brighter and more condensed.

at last-

When the sound of the big iron rod hitting the iron fence sounded again, no food was put down. Instead, the iron fence weighing a thousand jin above everyone's head was "creaked" and opened.

Oil lamps carved from the bones of giant totem beasts were hung down.

Relying on the reflection and condensation of the brightly polished curved metal sheet around the oil lamp, the light like a searchlight swept across the red-eyed rat people one by one.

Sweeping through the corner of Meng Chao, there was a "Huh" from above.

"Is this plagued, not dead yet?" someone asked in surprise.

"Not yet, he is still alive!" Ye Zi hurriedly said.

"Don't you have the plague?" someone asked again above.

"No, I have eaten more than a dozen deep-fried mandala fruits in the past two days!" The leaf folds up, clenched his fists, and slapped his chest heavily.

There was laughter, moaning and cursing from above.

Obviously the guards who are addicted to gambling, like the red-eyed rat people in the dungeon, bet with Meng Chao's life and death.

The dazzling light stayed on the leaf for a long time.

With sharp eyes, he carefully observed the elastic skin and strong muscles of the leaves.

"you!

"you!

"And you, the big man with half an ear missing, all climb up by themselves!

"If you can't climb it, you will die here for the rest of your life!"

The big iron rod stretched into the iron fence and poked a little bit on the healthiest and strongest red-eyed rat people such as the leaf.

There was a burst of ecstasy in Ye Zi's heart.

The road to revenge is finally a solid first step.

He glanced back at Master Reaper gratefully.

Meng Chao faced the corner, curled up into a ball, achieved the smallest calorie consumption with the smallest surface area, motionless, as if he was asleep.

Ye Zi thought for a while, but didn't dare to disturb Master Reaper.

He took a deep breath, using his hands and feet together, struggling to climb up towards the light.

As he climbed out of the dungeon, a calm and sincere voice came from the deepest part of the ear canal:

"Leaves, good luck!"

…

Blood Skull Arena.

Ten Thousand People Arena.

Has been detonated by the magma-like atmosphere.

"Cheers, for the sake of'Ice Storm', the most powerful female soldier of the Snow Leopard clan can freely manipulate the frost, freeze the enemy alive into ice lumps, and then tear them into pieces!"

A huge bend hovering on the top of his head, a 360-degree rotating tip almost poked into the temple, roaring hoarsely like a sheep-headed man like an abyss demon race.

However, the voice did not come directly from his throat.

I saw him holding his throat in one hand, but holding a huge colorful parrot like an ostrich in the other.

Accompanied by the constant tremors of the Adam’s apple and arm muscles, the giant colorful parrot made a cool human language, but it was a hundred times louder, as if it were some kind of "biological broadcasting system", making people sitting back in layers, like a circular auditorium like terraces Tens of thousands of viewers could hear it clearly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Around the arena are hundreds of war drums made of totem beast skins and bones.

Hundreds of spirits were topless, as strong as a calf-like rat people, gritted their teeth, with hideous faces, exerted all their strength, and smashed the drumsticks severely.

The air, which was already extremely hot, was bombarded by violent drums and almost burned.

On the arena like a lava lake, two teams of hundred people armed to the teeth are confronting each other with swords.

Although the soldiers forming the centurion team are all rat people.

However, it is different from the old and weak women and children who live in remote areas, have no pressure to survive, and are carefree but also helpless.

Most of these young and strong rat people have personally experienced the tragedy of family destruction, and their hearts are full of anger and hatred.

In a string, trekking through mountains and waters, climbing the most precarious mountains, wading through the steepest rock walls, wading through the most turbulent rivers, and going through the trials of many ghost gates, and withstood the selection of the survival of the fittest.

In the dark dungeon, they captured enough fried mandala fruits to prove that they are the strongest, most cunning, tough, and most qualified to survive.

After being selected by the gladiators and becoming temporary servants, he received ten times more food than in the dungeon, as well as the personal training of the gladiators.

These carefully selected rat people have been made into quite improvised warriors.

Put on a mandala bark inlaid with totem beast bone armor, and then carry a few polished mandala branches to serve as a spear, and even the strongest guy among them can get a few from the "Eternal Light of the Holy Light" The rusty sword captured by the land.

These mobs seemed to be able to withstand one or two rounds of charges from the clan warriors.

Behind the two hundred teams, a clan warrior split.

The left side is more than five arms tall, like a big moving mountain of meat, and you can see that it is a typical barbarian elephant tribe.

He is like a fusion of a giant elephant and a giant. From a body that is stronger than the city wall, he grows strong limbs like the beams that support the temple.

Every step taken will cause the indestructible arena to shake slightly.

And he still seems to think that his destructive power is not amazing enough. Both hands the size of a fan, each holding a mace-of course, they are all in line with his amazing body shape. They are enlarged and heavier, and they are combined with ten ordinary heavy weapons. Together, the overweight weapons that can be refined.

However, no matter how fierce the two overweight arms that seemed to be able to smash the Tyrannosaurus rex with one blow, they were not as terrible as the osteoma that grew at the end of the trunk.

As the elephant's trunk flicked under the high and raised fangs, the hole drilled by him on the bone tumor, also because of the flow and compression of the air, made a scream of howling ghosts and wolves.

It's like a meteor hammer that once smashed countless heads, making the wailing of the undead.

Hearing this screaming sound, even the sturdy rat people beating in the audience couldn't help swallowing their saliva with difficulty.

The rat people standing opposite him were sweating coldly and frightened.

Everyone knows that this huge bone tumor is the most brutal weapon of the Wild Elephant clan gladiators.

This bone tumor helped him smash dozens of heavily armed opponents in this arena.

It also earned him the overbearing name of "Wildhammer".

Later, dozens of opponents with heavy weapons wanted to seize the name.

But to this day, only he, the real "Wildhammer", still stands here!