The monk outside the fence gradually became quiet, his eyes staring at the figure standing above the violent dragon's head, feeling a little dry.

This guy...is he really a human race?

He gasped gently, Mo Yu stopped, jumped to the ground, stepped onto the wet ground, splashed a piece of soil stained with plasma.

With a glance around, he turned around and walked towards the entrance of the prison.

On the platform outside the venue, the seductive and tall female cultivator finally came to her senses, withdrew her astonished gaze from him, and said in a low voice: "Thank you for the fierce power collision brought to us by the arena fighters, let us cheer for the great winner!"

Her voice was already tempting, and when she joined a little hoarseness, she became more and more inspiring.

Outside the fence, a sound of overwhelming burst out, as if torn the sky apart.

...

"Sir, he made a request to prepare the arena for him with flesh and blood containing powerful power." In the secret room, Manager Zhang spoke respectfully.

The old man in ordinary clothes had a slightly brighter eyes, "If you promised him, you would use the ground dragon that was killed today to cut and cook it and send it to him."

After pausing, he continued to speak, "In addition, change him to another residence. If there is any similar request in the future, you can make an appointment."

"Yes, I'll prepare now." After Manager Zhang bowed, he turned around and left in a hurry.

The old man picked up the teacup, gently stroked the delicate porcelain with his thin fingers, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Maybe, there will be unexpected gains."

...

A neatly arranged courtyard is not very exquisitely built, but it is clean and tidy. It is buried deeper in the underground, and the environment is not much better. However, this place is also where slaves in the arena live, but they are qualified to live here. Each of them is the most powerful slave in the arena. Through repeated battles, they have proved their value.

Mo Yu is now sitting on a long table in one of the courtyards, chewing the carefully cooked violent dragon ribs. The violent dragon meat that was not completely roasted was still extremely hard, but it was easily chewed into pieces like tofu in his mouth. Slim bloodshot lines kept coming out, emitting a faint sweetness, and the taste was actually good.

This powerful beast tribe contains powerful qi and blood in every piece of flesh and blood. After swallowing it, it has great benefits to the recovery of physical injuries.

Perhaps this will make the arena notice that Mo Yu still hides powerful power, but he doesn't care. As long as the body recovers to a certain level, he can mobilize the power in his body. At that time, even if the entire Beiya Star is in trouble, no one can do anything to him.

The huge ribs were constantly gnawed clean, and Mo Yu's stomach was like a bottomless black hole. It was not until the third roasted ribs were served that he stopped eating, but had eaten a full hundreds of kilograms.

He waved his hand and let the shaking monk leave the arena. He did not get up, but started practicing here directly, absorbing the power of the violent earth dragon flesh he had swallowed.

Most of the day later, Mo Yu opened his eyes and heard a "crackling" sound of bones in his body. His eyes were slightly brighter and a smile appeared on his face.

The effect is good, and the physical injuries have obviously recovered a little.

After calming down his thoughts, he clapped his hands. The gate of the courtyard opened quickly. Several monks from the arena brought a plate of violent barbecue steaks, and their eyes were carefully swept over, which made them feel a little more awe.

Mo Yu reached out and picked up a bone, opened his mouth and started to tear it hard.

...

For several days, Mo Yu's life was just a monotonous meal, eating, eating, eating, until the entire violent earth dragon entered his stomach with nothing left. This crazy rhythm finally ended.

At this time, the second battle after he entered the arena had arrived.

Perhaps the first battle with the violent earth dragon was enough. During Mo Yu's second battle, more monks gathered outside the field. In the arena, he also arranged another powerful opponent for him with understanding, the Earth Bear.

This ferocious beast with yellow hair all over the body is more than ten meters high on the ground, like a mountain of earth. After the attack signal appears, the ferocious beast, which seems to be pure and violent, seemed to have noticed the bloody smell of the opponent's body. He stood up and roared, and a large piece of yellow light surged out from the ground, covering it, forming a heavy armor, and then ran and rushed forward.

The entire ground was trembling under its huge bear's paw.

Mo Yu kicked his feet and jumped forward suddenly. Just like in the first battle, he chose the most direct and fierce frontal collision.

A loud "bang" sounded like a collision between two mountains. The trembling ears buzzed, and the excited roar outside the field became more and more intense.

Half an hour later, Mo Yu walked towards the exit with heavy breathing. Behind him, the earth bear's body fell to the ground, and blood was still flowing like a stream.

...

Without surprise, Mo Yu once again chose to exchange the reward he deserved for powerful flesh and blood. The fighting arena quickly responded to this. The neatly cut pieces of earth bear flesh and blood were carefully cooked and sent continuously. And Mo Yu continued to start his life of constantly eating.

Time passed quietly. Ten days later, after Mo Yu digested the accumulated power in his body, the third battle came as scheduled.

This time the opponent was the Mammoth Giant, a powerful beast with ancient bloodline. He fought fiercely for nearly an hour before he was killed.

Half a month later, in the fourth battle, the opponent was an adult copper dragon, not a hybrid species with dragon blood flowing in its body, but a truly powerful pure dragon clan known for its strong body.

After three hours of fighting, this powerful bronze dragon, which was as powerful as a god general, was smashed by Mo Yu's heart and became the barbecue on his plate again.

...

As day by day passed, Mo Yu came to the arena in a blink of an eye. After half a year, he changed from an unspoken newcomer to the most popular fighter in the arena.

Although these were not what he wanted.

At the long table, Mo Yu's eyes slowly opened, he stood up and stretched his body, and suddenly there was a dense "crackling" sound of bones.

An invisible energy swept through his body, causing the air to make a sharp scream, shattering the solid wooden chair under him.

Feeling the powerful force that was stirring between flesh and blood, Mo Yu showed a satisfied smile on his face. He had accumulated enough power in his body. If nothing unexpected happens, his body will be able to recover to a certain level in just three or four days.

At that time, you can use your own cultivation and heal the residual injuries, which will become extremely simple.

Mo Yu looked up and looked at the sky above his head. In this direction, the star field where the Xuanhuang clan lived.

He will be in it soon!

As he was thinking, Mo Yu and Mo Yu suddenly frowned. Even if there was an isolation formation, he could vaguely hear the noise from the outside world. He quickly returned to peace. This kind of thing was very ordinary. In the past six months, there have been dozens of conflicts, big and small. After all, those who live here are all slaves who are extremely brave and cruel in the arena, and no one is easy to meet.

But this time, things are a little different.

With a loud "bang", the gate of the courtyard was smashed from outside, and a figure fell into the courtyard, opening his mouth and spitting out a pool of blood.

Mo Yu frowned, saw clearly the figure who was bombed into the courtyard, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. It turned out to be her.

But soon, his expression returned to calm.

"Stupid bitch, I love you, it's your blessing. I dare to hit me. Today I'm here to force you!" In a furious and low roar, a squadron strode into the courtyard. A bright red palm print was printed on half of his face, which swelled slightly, making his twisted face even more ferocious.

Several figures stood at the door and sneered.

"Hurry up if you want to do it."

"No chase, we are all waiting to see your performance."

"Please work hard and serve this little bitch."

Several monks in the arena flew over quickly. Seeing this, the person in charge changed his face and hurriedly blocked him, "No chase, I can't see the others, but Mingfei can't do it. If she moves her, there will be trouble. Don't let me do it?"

Wu Zhui's body was filled with violent evil spirits, and he punched out with a sudden punch, bombarding the monk with open mouth and falling heavily to the ground, with blood sobbing from his mouth and nose.

"Get out of the way, or today I will kill you first and then get to this bitch!"

Seeing that he was really crazy, the remaining monks in the arena changed their faces and they couldn't help but retreat to both sides.

With a sneer, Wu Zhui strode towards him, despair suddenly surged in Mingfei's eyes, but at this moment, she swept a figure in her after light, as if she had grabbed the last straw and screamed hard, "Mo Yu! Save me! Save me!"

Wu Zhui paused, turned around and looked coldly at the black robe figure sitting at the long table, "You'd better stay silent as you did, don't cause trouble for yourself, otherwise I'll let you know what you regret." Yu Luo, he withdrew his gaze and landed on the undulating body of Mingfei, and a scorching flame suddenly ignited in his eyes, "I'm so kind to get close to you, don't want to. Now, I'll play with you in front of everyone!"

Concubine Ming's delicate body trembled, and tears flowed out. She retreated in horror and looked at Mo Yu for the last glance, as if she was so desperate.

Capturing this gaze of her eyes, Mo Yu frowned, and after a few breaths, he sighed softly.

He suddenly stood up and walked towards Mingfei. His sudden action immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Concubine Ming's desperate eyes suddenly lit up, and a burst of excitement surged.

Wu Zhui's eyes suddenly became gloomy, "It seems you made a stupid decision."

Mo Yu said lightly: "I will not pay attention to you anywhere else, no matter how you do. But now, it is in my courtyard."

"You are looking for death!" Wu Zhui roared suddenly, and the blue bricks under his feet were shattered inch by inch, his body was shot inches, and the air was harsh and the air was swept by tyrannical murderous intent.

Bang—

A low and loud noise, the fist without chasing was grabbed by a palm in the air, and it could no longer move.

Mo Yu looked as before, and slowly let go of his palm, "Go out, I will not pursue what happened today."

Wu Zhui's eyes showed a vibration. Although his current arrogance was largely due to his brother's lack of trace, his own strength was also top in the arena. Ordinary general-level monks are not his enemies.

This Mo Yu... actually has such a strong strength! But soon, the vibration turned into shame. Feeling the eyes of everyone, he lowered his head slightly to cover up the resentment in his eyes, and bowed his hand as if he was about to retreat, but just as he bent down, a black shadow shot out from the top of his head.
Chapter completed!