"Houyi, Kuafu? What are the origins of these two witch tribes?" Zhaoming asked hurriedly.

Self-confidence does not mean self-esteem. The two are very similar in some aspects, but the results are often very different. Many people cannot control themselves, and when they are not careful, confidence becomes self-esteem.

Therefore, if you want to be confident but not arrogant, you must first know yourself and also know your opponent. Know yourself and your opponent. Only in this way can you improve your success rate to a greater extent.

The corrupt old man knows the witch clan much better than himself, and the characters he can point out in this way must be comparable to ordinary monks. The high priest of the witch clan must be full of murderous intentions for him, or he will not fight. Once he makes an appointment, he will send the strongest disciples.

The decaying old man shook his head: "I don't know the exact origin of them, but the two of them came to the Colosseum when they were in the Heavenly Immortal Realm. Meng Huai also specially arranged a large number of demon and immortal prisoners to fight with them."

"The two are both strong and powerful, with extraordinary strength. Kuafu's natural supernatural power is a rare Yimu long-lasting energy, with amazing recovery. With his terrible physique, even if he faces a monk who is one level higher than him, he is almost innately invincible."

"Houyi is quick and very fast, and the most terrifying thing about him is his archer talent. He can directly condense his true energy into an arrow without a long bow, and his attack power is amazing."

"The two of them fought for more than a hundred days in the Colosseum, and the prisoners who died at their hands, not to mention the realm of the Heavenly Immortals, but to mention the realm of the Xuanxian. The strength of the two of them is hard to have a rival in the same realm. Especially Houyi, once the long bow is in his hand, not to mention the same realm, there are very few monks who are one level higher than him who want to block his arrow."

"The last game between the two was to fight against the Yijinxian Immortal Clan. Although the Jinxian Immortal Clan had an instinctive fear of the Witch Clan and could not exert ten of its strength. However, being shot by Houyi with an arrow in the end can still show Houyi's strength."

The celestial immortal witch tribe shot and killed the Golden Immortal cultivator with one arrow. Even if the immortal clan’s Taoist heart is damaged, it is still unbelievable. After all, cultivators who are two levels higher than the level will not be in danger of life even if they stand differently and let the other party fight.

No matter where the opponent comes from, as long as you fight in the same realm, you will have the confidence to win. But for yourself now, what is more important is not the victory of a battle. But how to escape from here. Once you are arranged such an opponent, it will probably add a few more points to the difficulty.

Seeing Zhaoming frowning, the decaying old man comforted him again: "But you don't need to worry too much now. It was a matter of many years ago that the two of them came here. With their talent, it is not surprising that they even reached the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm. And I haven't felt the arrival of them yet. Since the high priest of the Witch Clan wants to win the right way, he should only send witch disciples who are the same as yours."

"I told you all this, just to remind you. If you really escape from here, you must be more careful when you see these two people in the future."

"Thank you for your reminder, I remember it!" Zhaoming nodded.

The decaying old man continued to talk about many things related to the witch clan. I don’t know whether it was because he hated the witch clan and was detained for too long. His understanding of the witch clan was far better than Zhaoming’s imagination, and even Di Jun was quite inferior to that.

Everything is kept in mind by Zhaoming and then recall it carefully.

Time passed day by day. In less than a few days, the agreed March war finally arrived.

Flashes of orderly footsteps came from the door of the dungeon. As soon as the breathing was adjusted, Zhaoming opened his eyes without fear or even felt a little excited. He had adjusted his whole body to the best state and was eager to fight.

He stood up, looked at the direction of the exit of the dungeon and said slowly, "Senior, do you have anything else to order?"

"Try your best and come back alive!" said the decaying old man lightly.

Zhaoming shook his head and smiled back: "No, I'm not talking about this. Is there anything I need to do outside?"

"Outside?" The decaying old man was stunned and then reacted: "Do you think the time has come?"

"Who knows?" Zhaoming shrugged: "I feel that my whole state has reached the most perfect level. If the opponent is too strong, I may not make a breakthrough. There is only one opportunity, and I will never let it go."

A breakthrough on the spot is not impossible, especially the possibility of Zhaoming at this moment is too great.

However, using the power of the heavenly tribulation to break the ban on the Colosseum is the first step, and escaping is the second step. After thinking for so many days, he has made a decision. He has a twelve-grade fire lotus, and the power of karma fire is difficult to resist. Even if he has only refined a little bit, he can still fight to the death.

Once the entire Colosseum witch tribe is trapped in the inner magical realm, no one can stop him from leaving.

But the degree of refining is too low. In order to make these witch tribes sink for a long enough time, I will have to leave the twelfth-grade fire lotus here and let it run on its own. So whether it succeeds or not, the twelfth-grade fire lotus is very likely to be snatched away by the witch tribe.

Although treasures are good, they are not as important as your own life. All sacrifices are worth leaving in order to live.

After hearing what Zhaoming said, the decaying old man stared at him with his old eyes, and there was a divine light gradually in the turbidity. After a while, he smiled and said, "Okay, the ambitions are not changed. I have a junior like you in my demon clan, so why not worry about not being able to rise."

He has been locked in the Colosseum for many years, and even once suspected that the high priest of the Witch Clan built the Colosseum just for himself.

Over the years, countless people with extraordinary spirits, verbal speeches, and swearing swearing have met countless people, but none of them has persisted for more than half a year, and even a few in three months.

Only Zhaoming has tried hundreds of punishments in more than a year and is determined to change his mind. He is still as energetic as when he comes in. Don’t talk about himself, even Wulong has already started to have a headache and suspects that he is not capable enough.

The future of the demon clan is in jeopardy, as if a building is about to collapse, with only a dead tree supporting it. Zhaoming, who now sees it, seems to see the life of the dead tree, about to grow into a big tree in the sky, and if you want to straighten the building, you will naturally be happy.

He stopped and said, "There is nothing else, as long as you remember the thing I told you."

What he asked was to send a letter to save Emperor Wa. Zhaoming nodded: "I will remember it naturally, but... if you have the chance, won't you leave with me?"

The decaying old man did not comment or even spoke. At this time, several witch tribes had already walked to the cage, opened the door, and said to Zhaoming: "Come out, it's time to go on the road."

He sneered, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Zhaoming didn't say much, bowed deeply to the decaying old man, then turned around and walked towards the prison door.

The two witch tribes wanted to step forward and take him to hold him, but Zhao Ming stared at him: "This battle is the appointment of your high priest and me. It is not the previous life and death arena, but a battle that should be respected."

"When you are watching your witch clan and there is no one in my demon clan, it is not good for me to fight. Now you still want to let me fight by hiring prisoners. Are you trying to further ruin my state? Are you so afraid of me and don't believe in your outstanding children of the witch clan?"

Two consecutive questions made the two witch tribes stagnate there, and they didn't know what to do. Some people once called the witch tribe a war tribe, which was more important to the glory of warriors than the immortal tribe and the demon tribe.

Even if Zhaoming's intention of agitating was extremely obvious, neither of them could refute it. After a while, one of them said: "This is the rule of the Colosseum, we are just following the order."

"The order you gave is just to send me into the place where the battle is fought. I have hands and feet and can walk there, no need for you." Zhaoming said lightly, and sneered again: "Is it because I am afraid that I will escape halfway?"

"With your strength, I want to escape, but I'm just a fool!" The leader of the witch clan snorted coldly, thought for a while, and then spoke: "Okay, as you said, this battle should be respected. I will change the rules today and let you walk over by yourself."

The witch clan admires warriors very much. Although Zhao Ming has become the most restless person in the Colosseum, he has gone through such hardships and setbacks and is determined to change. In addition, his talent and strength are also outstanding, and he feels a faint sense of admiration in his heart.

Now Zhaoming's request was not too much, so he responded after weighing the pros and cons.

Zhaoming did not say thank you. To him, the witch clan is an enemy and will never be worthy of his own gratitude. He immediately tidied up his body, strode forward, and walked towards the gate of the underground prison.

Step by step, neither hurry nor slow, with a calm face, and walking leisurely. At first glance, he didn't look like a prisoner, but instead had an indescribable temperament, like a nobleman.

As we walked past step by step, the demons in the cage that passed by looked at them one by one. Some were surprised, some were stunned, and some were a little incredible. The eyebrows were slightly twitching, and the expression was complicated.

It has been decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years since I was locked here, and it is the first time I have seen a demon clan heading to the Colosseum in this way.

No longer being escorted like a prisoner, nor being ashamed of being ashamed as a livestock. Even though this is just a demon clan in the realm of the mysterious immortal, the younger generations have received a respect that cannot be measured by their value in this desperate land of the demon clan.

At this moment, the hearts of countless demon races, which seemed to be frozen by the eternal cold, began to appear inadvertently.

Zhaoming moved forward step by step, and several witch tribes followed behind him step by step. At this time, the leading witch tribe had a little regret, and regretted not that he should have agreed to Zhaoming's request.

The demon clan with his head raised and his chest held high in front of him did not even want a prisoner, as if he had become a prominent person, but his people seemed to be servants following him.

But I didn’t regret what I had done before, so I could only follow behind.

The sound of footsteps gradually drifted away, and the dungeon stairs finally reached the highest level.

The sun shines down and shines on the whole body.
Chapter completed!