Dressed as the white moonlight of premature death, I have a hint for cultivating immortals

Chapter 143

On the ring of the Colosseum!

Ji Wushuang's face was solemn, without saying a word, as he waved his hands lightly, a row of ice swords stabbed at the monster, and then flew away gracefully.

The saber-toothed tiger grabbed all the ice swords flying in front of it with its front paws, whistling white smoke, it quickly turned into water vapor and disappeared.

Ji Wushuang's face darkened slightly, and the next second, the Xuehongling in her hand came out instantly, like a long snake flying and twisting in the air, and locked the sabre-toothed leopard's four legs firmly in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!"

The sabre-toothed leopard's four legs were trapped, and it immediately let out a roar that shocked the world.The body that was several times larger than ordinary cheetahs shook vigorously, and broke free from Xue Hongling's shackles in an instant.

Before Ji Wushuang could attack again, the saber-toothed leopard jumped on top of her head, so fast that Ji Wushuang didn't even see its movements clearly.

This sudden change caused most of the male cultivators in the audience to break into a cold sweat for her, and some of them were even thinking about whether it was time to save the beauty.

"Sure enough, the difference in strength is too great, we are not opponents!" A man on the viewing platform said regretfully.

Through the door on the wall, Jiang Qing saw that Ji Wushuang was still calm at this moment, without any expression of fear on her face. Even if this calmness was fake, Jiang Qing couldn't help admiring her.

This kind of concentration is not something ordinary people can have.

"Good concentration!" Su Linye's expression moved slightly, and a flash of appreciation flashed in those extremely beautiful peach eyes.

The box he was in was well-equipped and luxuriously decorated, and the view was also excellent.

Sitting here, you can clearly see the scene of the Colosseum through the huge crystal windows, and you can even have a panoramic view of the audience stands around the Colosseum.

"How does this woman compare to your sweetheart?"

Suddenly, Su Linye's eyes turned to the crystal window sill, and he smiled at a handsome man who was reclining on the mahogany soft chair.

Obviously, there is another person in this box, and that person is Xuanyuan Wuhen.

At this time, he was leaning on the mahogany soft chair by the crystal window sill. Although there was no expression on his face, his black eyes fell on the Colosseum below, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

Hearing Su Linye's voice suddenly, his originally emotionless eyes moved. Although the other party didn't point at anyone, Xuanyuan Wuhen knew the meaning of the other party's words instinctively.

Then, he glanced at him with indifferent eyes, and said coldly: "Compare my Xuanyuan Wuhen woman with a slave, huh?"

The light words made Su Linye shiver for no reason.

Su Linye touched his nose, his eyes flashed, and he looked at him speechlessly, "Tsk tsk tsk is just a joke, is it necessary to be so serious?"

Everyone ran away, and I didn't see you chasing after it. You obviously cared a lot, but you acted as if it didn't matter. With you like this, it's strange if people don't run away.

Of course, Su Linye wouldn't say this outright.

After that, the two didn't talk, but their eyes continued to fall on the arena below.

At this time, the sharp claws of the saber-toothed leopard were mercilessly waving towards Ji Wushuang below, as if in the next second, this peerless beauty would be buried in the mouth of a monster.

While watching, the male cultivators on the viewing platform stood up from their seats one after another while sweating coldly for her, obviously preparing to be a hero to save the beauty.

But in the next second, Ji Wushuang didn't dodge or evade, and didn't activate the spiritual body protection, but had an extremely sharp long sword in his hand at some point.

Before the sabre-toothed leopard's sharp claws swung down, the long sword in Ji Wushuang's hand had already pierced fiercely into its abdomen.

Everyone only heard a wail, and then fell to the ground with a bang, struggling, unable to get up again.

Ji Wushuang raised her eyebrows and sneered. At that moment, she was so radiant and unparalleled.

Even Xuanyuan Wuhen and Su Linye in the VIP box couldn't help but look at her twice more. I have to say that this woman is really good, she can be regarded as talented.

Xuanyuan Wuhen is purely appreciative, leaving aside his status as a slave, he is indeed no worse than his jealous jar in all aspects.

And in Su Linye's eyes, apart from appreciation, there is also pity.

It is conceivable that a woman, especially a top-notch beauty, could have obtained everything she wanted with her outstanding appearance.

But the fate was miserable, and he fell into such a place and became a lowly slave. He could only rely on his own strength to fight for a way out from the monsters.

Xuanyuan Wuhen didn't miss the change in his expression, turned to him casually, and said with a smile, "What? Did you like it?"

Hearing this, Su Linye turned pale and gave him a hard look, "What nonsense are you talking about, I just feel sorry for her!"

Who was he, Su Linye?The color embryo who sees the color?He had never seen any beautiful woman, and he would not go to see a slave.

The corners of Xuanyuan Wuhen's thin and cool mouth curled up slightly, and he glanced at him lightly, neither saying he believed nor not, let alone answering him, but continued to look at the beast arena below.

At this time, Ji Wushuang had already exited the arena, but as soon as she exited the arena, she did not return to the prison at the back.

A middle-aged man who seemed to be in charge came over in a hurry, glanced at Ji Wushuang lightly, and then walked quickly to her side.

"What's your name?" The steward asked Ji Wushuang politely.

You can't be polite, the disciples of the ancient clan outside the viewing platform almost quarreled over this slave, and they all clamored for him to take the female slave out.

Some have even started fighting for this slave girl.

At that moment, the steward had the illusion that he was not the steward of the Colosseum, but an old bustard in a brothel.

Under such circumstances, how dare you treat her like other slaves, is it impolite?
The steward treated a female slave so politely that the nearby slaves and some guards outside the prison looked over in surprise.

I don't understand what kind of medicine the steward is taking. Is it necessary to be so polite to a slave?
Everyone didn't understand, but Jiang Qing knew it very well. Most of the people in the audience outside wanted to see Ji Wushuang. After all, this was Ji Wushuang's next plot!
Ji Wushuang's phoenix eyes looked at the steward with a gentle smile on his face. Although he was surprised by the steward's sudden polite attitude, he still replied coldly, "Ji Wushuang!"

"Surname Ji?" Hearing this surname, the steward's expression turned weird for a moment.

Isn't this the surname of the ancient Ji family?Could it be that this female slave is a child of the ancient Ji family?But if they were the children of the ancient Ji family, why did they end up in such a place, and became the most humble slaves?
The steward was a little confused, but no matter how he couldn't figure it out, it wasn't something he should worry about.

"Come with me!" Wen Sheng said to Ji Wushuang after the middle-aged manager came to his senses.

Ji Wushuang looked up at the steward, and nodded lightly without asking any further questions.

Then he followed the steward's footsteps, and then quickly left the prison and walked all the way to the audience stand in front of him.

Here, after Ji Wushuang left the stage, a few more scenes were played soon. The scene was still bloody and cruel, and there were very few slaves who survived.

As time passed, it was soon Jiang Qing's turn to play.

"No. 56 goes in!"

Following the middle-aged man's shout, when Jiang Qing heard the number, her body trembled instinctively, her face turned slightly pale, she clenched her fists, and then stepped into the Colosseum.

(End of this chapter)