Chapter 499

The Colosseum is a huge circular square surrounded by layers of stands.

The stands are already full.

Under the leadership of Huang Ya, Chu Xingyu found their own seats.

Sheng Xiuping three people, also sat not far from the Chu star rain.

The smelly fish and rotten shrimp just now have been killed by three powerful imperial guards.

Royal majesty cannot be humiliated.

If you offend the prince of Fu Kingdom, no matter how many martial artists beg for mercy, you can't escape death.

"He is worthy of being the prince of the auxiliary kingdom. Even such a beautiful woman was captured by him. He is really young and promising."

Sheng Xiuping said admiringly.

"Prince Fu's excellence is something we can understand. Just help him with peace of mind!"

Sheng Xiuping also said with envy.

The ring square is surrounded by stands.

Below the stands are prisons, which hold prisoners and powerful Warcraft.

At the top of the stand are some martial artists patrolling the auction house.

"Brother Xingyu, I think their eyes are terrible!"

The martial artist who kept order in the field made zixue'er afraid.

Holding the ghost mink, she couldn't help sticking close to the Chu star rain next to her.

She felt the look in the eyes of these warriors. She was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen them.

"Xueer, don't be afraid. Let's go after Huangya collects the opponent's intelligence in the Colosseum."

Chu Xingyu gently touched Xueer's head.

With his current strength, unless there is an expert in tianwu realm or an expert close to tianwu realm, he will be afraid.

In addition to these two kinds of people, come and beat him, come and beat him.

People who don't have long eyes had better not take the initiative to provoke themselves.

"Shit, it's good to have money these days. You can hold left and right!"

Not far away, a martial artist looked at Huang Ya and Zi xue'er in front of Chu Xing Yu, with a touch of jealousy in his eyes.

"Welcome to the fire dance arena...!"

Just then, a middle-aged warrior appeared in the middle of the square.

He was wearing a golden robe with a black animal pattern gold belt tied around his waist.

Two skimmed moustaches hanging on the lips.

However, a pair of sinister eyes destroyed his elegant image.

The middle-aged man is Cui Huabing, the host of the Colosseum.

Just as Cui Huabing's voice fell, there was a fierce roar of Warcraft in the prison under the stand.

"I believe everyone is not the first time to come to the Colosseum. We all understand the rules."

"The Colosseum is a battle between slaves and Warcraft. Our Colosseum will put the best equipment on slaves, and then you begin to bet that Warcraft will win or slaves will win."

"If you win the bet, you will get the other party's money."

"This is a paradise for winning money. Getting rich overnight is not a legend."

"If you don't like money, you only like the equipment on the slave. You have two ways to get it. First, buy it at a price ten times the value of the equipment, and second, enter in person. As long as you can kill the slave, you will get his equipment for free."

Cui Huabing's words excited the martial artists in the stands.

The opportunity of getting rich in one day in the Colosseum is very big. As long as you have more courage, you can also have excellent equipment.

"Roar!"

With the appearance of a lion headed and ox shaped Warcraft, a slave warrior wearing red gold armor was also driven out of prison.

"Now, let's start betting. Every time the starting price is 10000 purple gold coins!"

Cui Huabing said faintly.

"I use 30000 purple gold coins to win Warcraft!"

"I won by pressing Warcraft with 10000 purple gold coins!"

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Immediately, all the fighters bet one after another.

The slave fighters in the field are weak, and their accomplishments are less than the triple level of respecting martial arts.

The opposite Warcraft is strong and full of explosive muscles. Only by visual inspection, Warcraft has at least one strength in the martial arts realm.

Most people put purple gold coins on Warcraft, and the odds of Warcraft suddenly became one to one hundred.

"You boy, how about we compete alone!"

A warrior named Wang Lin suddenly said coldly to the Chu star rain.

There are group bets and single bets.

Group gambling is that after a group of people bet, if they lose, they lose together, and if they win, they divide up purple gold coins together.

A single bet is a bet made by two people.

Now the odds of Warcraft have become one to one hundred.

In other words, if Chu Xingyu pressed 10000 purple gold coins on the warrior, if Wang Lin lost the bet, he would lose a million purple gold coins.

"Why compare with you?"

Chu Xingyu's tone was faint, with a touch of disdain in his eyes.

Any clown wants to jump out and compete with himself.

"Because I don't like you!"

Wang Lin's eyes were cold. Why could Chu Xingyu hold the boy left and right, but he was alone.

Jealousy dazzled him.

"Compared with me, you are not qualified!"

Wang Lin's strength is weak, his financial strength is weak, and his appearance is not good. Chu Xingyu doesn't look at him at all.

"Hum, I can't compare. Are you afraid I'll win your two little wives?"

A sneer appeared at the corners of Wang Lin's mouth.

Hearing this, Chu Xingyu's eyes were cold.

Wang Lin is such a clown. He doesn't have the same knowledge as him, but he is getting more and more excessive.

Insulting the woman around him, Wang Lin is really bold. I want to give him some color to taste.

"Since you want to lose your money, I'll give you this chance."

"I bet a million purple gold coins on the slave warrior to win."

Chu Xingyu said coldly.

After hearing Chu Xingyu's words, the people around him were stunned.

"The first time I saw someone beat the slave warrior to win, did I hear wrong?"

"The boy is really a super black sheep. He has money and no place to spend. He wants to lose money!"

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At the odds of one to one hundred, if Wang Lin loses, he will lose 100 million purple gold coins.

At that time, Wang Lin will lose and lose all his money.

However, the martial arts players are too weak to lose in the face of Warcraft, that is to say, Wang Lin will not lose at all, and Chu Xingyu's money will be wasted.

"Host Cui Huabing, do you hear me? I'll bet with this boy!"

Wang Lin said loudly with an excited look on his face.

"OK, your two bets are officially effective."

Cui Huabing nodded: "but let me state first that if you can't afford to pay when you lose the bet, you will be personally punished by the rules of the Colosseum."

After being affirmed by Chu Xingyu and Wang Lin, the gambling appointment officially began.

"What a fool! Millions of purple gold coins have been washed away!"

Liang Feng, a martial artist sitting in the stand not far away, glanced at Chu Xingyu faintly, and the contempt in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

Liang Feng is the director of the Colosseum. He is not optimistic about Chu Xingyu's bet.

However, when he saw the pet held by the little girl beside the boy in white, his eyes shrank slightly.