Zhang Liucheng looked around and then said: "Brothers, please stay calm at this moment. In my eyes, every brother is as firm as a rock and an irreplaceable force. However, in the current situation, we More cautious actions must be taken. Therefore, I decided to select some outstanding brothers. Their mission is to fight against those crazy demons and deal a fatal blow to the morale of the demons."
Zhang Liucheng paused for a moment and then said: "This decision is not a hasty decision, but a strategy that I have carefully considered. The demons are powerful and we cannot take it lightly. Although you are brave, this is the demon realm after all. Therefore, we must use Use wisdom to fight against the demons, rather than relying solely on strength."
Zhang Liucheng paused and continued: "Now, the brothers on the court need our support and encouragement. Therefore, I hope you can join me in cheering for them. Let us use the strongest voice to support our brothers Cheer them up, let them know they are not alone, and make them more brave on the battlefield!"
As soon as Zhang Liucheng finished speaking, everyone's discussion stopped abruptly, and the entire venue fell into silence.
Zhang Liucheng looked around, his eyes passing over everyone's cheeks, and finally focused on the bastard, Yaozhu and Baihu.
Zhang Liucheng took a deep breath of air-conditioning. The air was filled with tension and expectation. Then he spoke in a serious and firm tone: "You little bastards, Yongchu and Baihu, listen to me! My order You go to Arena Three and show your strength until no one dares to challenge you. If you think you are not strong enough, you can choose a brother you think is the most powerful to fight alongside you. This is not just a personal challenge. , but also the defense of the honor of all of us. Therefore, I expect you to do your best to show our majesty and momentum!"
As soon as the words fell, the surroundings fell into deep silence. Everyone stared closely at the bastard, Yong Zhu, and Bai Hu, their eyes shining with anticipation and awe.
"Brother, it's enough for the three of us to guard Arena No. 3." The little bastard looked around, then cupped his fists towards Zhang Liucheng.
Bai Hu firmly grasped a black spear that shone with cold light, and walked lightly in front of the gorgeous Xian Wu.
Bai Hu slightly raised the corner of his mouth, showing a warm smile, staring affectionately at the fairy-like girl, and said in a gentle voice: "Sister Xianwu, I have a magic gun, and I want to exchange it with you for the black magic gun you just obtained. Long stick, I wonder if you are willing?"
Xian Wu nodded lightly, her eyes showing kindness and insight.
Xianwu gracefully spread her hands, palms upward, and waved lightly.
The seemingly ordinary long black stick emerged from the void and fell steadily into Xian Wu's hands.
Xianwu handed the long black stick to Baihu without hesitation.
Then, Xian Wu smiled, she stretched out her other hand, palm upward, and waved it gently.
In an instant, the black spear in Bai Hu's hand floated in the air, and then fell lightly into her hand.
Xianwu gently held the handle of the gun, feeling the black spear connected to her soul, and then incorporated it into her storage ring.
Bai Hu grasped the long black stick and felt that the heavy weight contained some unknown power. This power seemed to be leaping in his palm, ready to burst out at any time.
Then, Bai Hu held the long stick tightly and walked with firm steps toward the third arena with Yong Zhu and the gangster.
The poor boy grasped the huge mace tightly, stood on the ring, and faced three violent purple-armed demon bears.
The poor boy's eyes were determined and resolute, like a cheetah staring at its prey, ready to strike.
The three purple-armed demon bears, each as huge as a hill, with bulging muscles, lunged at the poor boy fiercely.
The poor boy's body was agile and he moved quickly around the ring, skillfully dodging the attacks of the three purple-armed demon bears.
The poor boy held the huge mace tightly, and every time he swung it, he was like a wild dancer in the wind, drawing sharp arcs.
The poor boy used amazing power and precision to hit the vital points of three magic bears in succession.
Those demon bears suffered violent blows, howling in pain, and then their bodies hit the ground hard, causing a earthquake-like vibration, and dust and gravel instantly rose up.
The poor boy stepped forward calmly, like a solemn reaper, and began to collect his loot in an orderly manner.
Those once mighty purple-armed demon bears have now become part of his trophies.
The poor boy carefully collected their corpses and dropped items, leaving nothing behind.
Then, the poor boy stood in the center of the ring, his eyes piercing the demons below like sharp swords, showing a contemptuous smile.
The poor boy's voice was like a bell, reverberating in every corner of the arena, and he shouted sternly at the demon challengers: "You ants in the demon city, you are like mice cowering in the corner where you think you are safe, you dare not Look directly at my dominance.
Your weakness is like a joke and your panic is like child's play. Maybe you think you can survive under the wings of darkness, but you are totally wrong! I am unshakable and my power is unrivaled.
I stand here, like a mountain, like a strong wind, like a sharp sword.
You guys who claim to be the leaders of the 'City of Demons' don't even have the courage to stand on this stage.
This is a great insult to me, a great insult to yourselves, and an even greater insult to the City of Demons!
I officially challenge you. If you are really brave, please take the stage immediately and show your strength. If you don’t dare, then please shut up that boastful mouth forever and keep your tail between your legs! "
After saying that, the poor boy raised his fingers at the demons under the ring with the arrogance of a king. He was as calm as summoning his ministers, without any fear of those vicious demons.
At this moment, three nine-armed demon apes walked out of the demon camp.
They hold a mace tightly in each hand, seemingly boundless in strength.
As soon as they jumped onto the ring, they were like messengers from the underworld, bringing a deep sense of oppression to people and making them breathless.
One of the nine-armed demon apes has eyes that shine like golden stars.
The muscles in the abdomen bulge, like lava surging under the skin, containing endless power.
This is the fearsome golden magic ape.
It held the mace in its hand, stood on the ring, and gave it a heavy blow, as if the axis of the world was violently shaking at this moment.
The dust on the ring danced in the tiny earthquakes, like dancers in the strong wind.
The wind was howling and the dust was flying. The sharp point of the mace was looming in the dust, as if it was a sharp arrow shot out of the deeply buried memory.
At this moment, another nine-armed demon ape stretched out an ape arm and took out a green jade bottle, which was its natal magic weapon.
The nine-armed demon ape threw the green jade bottle into the air without hesitation. Its fingertips condensed a deep black light, and then shot it towards the green jade bottle floating in the air.
The green jade bottle quickly flew to the poor boy's head and stopped there instantly.
Suddenly, a burst of emerald green light erupted from the mouth of the green jade bottle, like a mysterious green light shield, tightly covering the poor boy's entire body.
As soon as the poor boy saw this vision, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He exclaimed: "Oops!"
