This is so scary.

No wonder the Xiao family in Jiangnan has been able to make it to this day. How could such a master fail?

"It's not satisfying, it's not satisfying!"

Ghost Dao laughed and said, "Is this kind of waste in the Black Gold Tower? There is nothing that can be fought. Only these are you still considered gladiators?

It's ridiculous!"

"Rareless! I want a real master, right? OK, we go to the arena, and we can't use it here anymore."

Zhu Wuneng slapped the table and said.

"It's useless to slap the table. It's the same wherever you go. In the end, you still lose. This is destined."

Xiao Chen smiled coldly, got up and followed everyone to the arena.

Those five masters are all people who want face and cannot siege one person.

In the arena, fair showdown is what they want.

Soon, everyone came to the underground of the Black Gold Tower.

Under the light, a huge arena exudes the style of ancient Romans.

"I'm the first to go!"

The ghosts and gods in the South China have taken action before.

He knocked Zhang Qi back with one punch. He wanted to be the first to get on, and he wanted to kill these people with a good arrogance.

He jumped onto the arena.

The terrifying murderous aura was released, making people feel tremendous pressure.

"Boss, I'm going!"

Jun Moye held a cigarette in his mouth, smoking, and walked into the arena, while walking, and said, "I suggest that you five masters go together, otherwise, your hope of winning is slim."

"Boy, you're too crazy. Those two people should be your strongest ones. Your strength is probably the same as theirs.

Come up, you'll just die!"
Chapter completed!