Ultra-dimensional Star Master

Okay, it's a bunch of messy codes.

But if it is expressed in Chinese, it is:

No matter who you are, I want to kill you!

Of course, there is no Chinese in this world, so they will never know what Ivey said, but can guess that this will not be a good wish.

Guan Shi’er’s younger brother needs to be hospitalized. The pastor of the Guangming department who invited for treatment regrets that this brother has been injured to the foundation. I am afraid that it is not so easy to recover. It is best to go back with him and consult a higher bishop. Help with treatment, maybe...

The man waved his hand and let the steward handle the matter by himself.

The woman is still thinking, just now she seemed to be attracted by something...

"Hey, hello..."

After a while, the woman came back to her senses.

"What is it called? It's so noisy..."

"What's wrong with you, I only care about you."

"It's nothing, it's just a headache." She held the middle of her forehead with her hand. There seemed to be a family crest there. I don't know what went wrong recently. The crest was a little bulging, like a small grave on the forehead. Ugly.

But every time this little sarcoma is kneaded, it will be particularly painful and very uncomfortable...

Probably the technique is wrong. According to the secret information in the family, only people with good luck will have the changes on the coat of arms...

Oh, what a headache, it hurts even more after rubbing.

In the monitoring screen, Ivey is already walking back.

The man fell to the ground, motionless, the scenes that the audience expected to appear did not appear, they were a bit full...

"kill him……"

"Cut off his head!"

"What are you doing, kid, if you dare not do it, go home and have milk!"

...

People are easily affected by the atmosphere. The gentleman who is usually respectful and polite here suddenly transforms into a carnivorous beast, spreading the hostility in his heart.

Ivey didn't even move his eyelids, and didn't bother to deal with these mouths.

This battle seemed boring to him, but the people behind him seemed a bit interesting.

After each battle, the injured victor needs some time to recuperate, and the injured loser needs some time to be buried.

For the others, just take a short break. Fortunately, you can get a few slices of brown bread to replenish the lost energy.

The above is the low-level fighters raised by the Yunshang Arena. If they are high-level, they will also be well supported. After all, they make a lot of money.

Ivey doesn't belong to this bad circle, he just has some intersections with the circle, such as the ten victories contract.

Before this, his freedom was restricted. After completing this contract, he could become a free fighter or sign a further contract with the Arena.

Many people even sell themselves as long as the price is right.

Ivey doesn't care about these contracts or freedom of responsibility. He felt like he was doing a work of experiencing life in a detached mood.

Once you get bored, put your pants on and leave, so you won't worry about causing any trouble to Avril Lavigne—in fact, there will be no trouble.

As the princess in this kingdom, she is also the king of glasses in the earth snake.

He sat in the waiting area, looking at the noisy audience, calculating the time he could rest.

Then he started his food show. Pieces of kitchen utensils were placed in a small space, and the smell of barbecue was already in the eyes of the audience. The tender and juicy meat of Warcraft, dipped in seasoning...

This guy is obviously different from the previous fighters.

And the man and woman, the two behind-the-scenes bosses, have already begun to pay attention to other more profitable projects.

In fact, men were brought by women to see them. People with their identities face numerous heavyweight battles in the arena every day. Where can there be such a leisurely watching a little man perform?

It's just that the woman with the bag on her head didn't know which of the tendons was wrong, so she just finished watching this insignificant game.

In fact, it is quite interesting. The man still remembers Ivey's fatal blow following the cause and effect, and then his little brother died, hahaha.

call!

Calm down, he found that he also had lingering fears, where is this person sacred?

For the next game, Ivey looked forward to it, and then was disappointed more.

Every time the opponent is finished, the barbecue here is squeaking and the wine maintains its original temperature.

Clean and neat.

Moreover, the opponent is too weak. Not even the first one.

Well, the first one is actually quite strong.

Cang!

A flying knife hits the opponent's forehead. The talent has just walked out of the waiting area. Before the two sides met, he was taken away by a knife...

Ivey shook his head, his own throwing knife could not do so well, but his opponent's vigilance was too bad, he hadn't been rubbed against the ground by life, and he was on the road of no return in life.

After these ten games (slaughter~www.ltnovel.com~ Ivey also found a problem——

He is tired of his barbecue, so he needs to change something else.

"Ten victories are complete!" When he faced the head of the lawsuit, he was still wondering why this guy suddenly became like this?

Dead father or dead mother?

"Okay, congratulations." He looked at Avril next to Ivey and was puzzled. Where is this little boy so good? Isn't it just a little white face? A girl with this kind of status will be scornful with her?

Avril’s identity couldn’t be concealed, and she didn’t want to.

"You have two choices now. One is to sign up for our Arena, enjoy our various benefits, and play instead of our official team... Don't worry, we still love our people very much. This is after all related to our honor and …Economic benefits." The steward’s decision is still based on the facts. Of course, this fact is a selective fact. If he can be tricked into signing a contract, he can use his own energy, although he can’t be killed directly, but he should be rectified. , It is easy to let him die in a duel.

"I'm not interested in these. I decided to register as a freedom fighter." Ivey had solicited Avril's opinion and naturally chose this more controllable identity.

The freedom fighter's time is his own, and this alone has won Ivey's heart.

In fact, those who have the ability to sign in the Arena of Clouds will generally choose to sign, because the training resources they provide are not something solo travelers like themselves can reach.

It's just selling his life for the arena, which is completely acceptable.

Some short-term contracts need to be cut by a hundred people, and long-term contracts need to be cut by a thousand people. Then regain freedom.

Ivey yawned and was really tired today, tired of eating.