Lin Bai and Ban Ye left the martial arts arena and came to a passage in the martial arts arena. Below it is a huge underground palace, with many warriors coming and going.
"here it is¡¡"
Lin Bai looked around.
Ban Ye said indifferently: "This is an underground casino. Every time there is a martial arts competition, the martial arts field will set up compensation and bets in the casino. You can bet on merit points or psychic liquid. There is no limit!"
"Actually, this underground casino is the biggest profit point in the arena!"
Lin Bai nodded slightly.
Immediately, Lin Bai and Ban Ye walked through the underground casino and came to a stone gate.
In front of the stone gate, there were two strong guards. When they saw Lin Bai approaching, they immediately shouted: "Stop coming, this area is not open to the public. If you want to bet, please go outside!"
Ban Ye nodded and smiled, and directly explained the purpose of coming: "The little brother next to me wants to become a fighter in the fighting field!"
The two strong men glanced at Lin Bai, who was weak in stature, young, and low in cultivation, and said contemptuously, "A warrior in his early twenties, with a mere cultivation of the seventh level of death and adversity, came to the martial arts arena." Aren't you going to die?"
"The fighters in the martial arts arena are basically cultivated in the great perfection of death adversity. I advise you not to come here to die, and go back wherever you came from."
Although the two strong men looked ferocious, they still reminded Lin Bai out of kindness.
Lin Bai smiled and said: "I understand the kindness of you two, but I want to try, I wonder if I can be given this chance!"
The two strong men looked at each other and said lightly: "As long as the cultivation base above the death adversity level and the cultivation level below the aspiration level can participate in the martial arts arena, since you insist on trying, then go in!"
While talking, the two strong men pushed open the stone door behind them and said to Lin Bai.
Lin Bai stepped into it, and the two strong men stopped Ban Ye and refused to let Ban Ye in.
Walking into the stone gate, there is a simple stone room in front of it, in which sits a very slovenly old man, with a carving knife in his left hand and a mask in his right hand.
At the moment he is carving this mask, with a satisfied look on his face.
At this time, he saw Lin Bai walking in, and said with a smile: "Are you here to become a fighter in the martial arts arena?"
Lin Bai nodded and said, "Yes!"
The sloppy old man smiled and said: "The cultivation base of the seventh level of death adversity, hehe, you are still a bit courageous, since you have come here, it means that you have already thought about it!"
"Then I won't persuade you anymore!"
"Now let me briefly tell you about the rules of the arena!"
"In the martial arts arena, any warrior in adversity can participate!"
"Rookie fighters, when they first entered the fighting arena, there were no rewards for the first three contests. This is a test for newcomer fighters in the fighting arena!"
"If you pass, you will officially become a fighter in the fighting arena from the fourth match onwards. After becoming a fighter, once you win every match, you can get a thousand merits!"
"And in the arena, there are winning streak rewards!"
"Win ten games in a row, reward one thousand meritorious service!"
"Win 20 games in a row, reward 2,000 meritorious service!"
"By analogy, there is no upper limit!"
"do you understand?"
The sloppy old man said with a smile.
Hearing that the rules of the fighting field are no different from what Ban Ye said, he nodded lightly and said: "I understand!"
"Well, choose your mask!" The slovenly old man waved his hand, and the dim stone room suddenly shone with light, illuminating the surroundings.
Lin Bai saw that there were many shelves around the stone room, on which were carefully carved masks!
"What does this mean?" Lin Bai asked curiously.
The sloppy old man smiled and said, "This is the reward for every fighter who becomes a fighter in our martial arts arena!"
"Don't underestimate these masks!"
"Once these masks are put on, no warrior will be able to see your face no matter what method they use. Unless you take them off yourself, no one will be able to take off your masks!"
"This mask will be your identity in the arena in the future!"
"Of course, if one day you don't want to be a fighter in the fighting arena and want to leave this place, if after you leave, you want to kill people, set fires, and rob houses, this mask can also deceive people!"
"You get face-to-faceAfter that, you don¡¯t have to bring it, it all depends on your own preferences! "
The sloppy old man said with a smile.
Lin Bai walked to these shelves and looked at the elaborately carved masks on them.
There are hideous ghosts.
There is a Yaksha holding a steel fork!
The emperor with a golden face!
There is a magic tiger roaring in the world!
All kinds of masks are available.
But after Lin Bai looked around, he didn't like anything.
The sloppy old man smiled and said: "If you don't like these masks, then you can tell me what mask you want, and the old man can polish one for you!"
Lin Bai looked back at the sloppy old man, and with a glance, he saw the mask that the sloppy old man was holding in his hand.
This mask is absolutely dark, so black that it shines, and it seems to have a magical power that seduces the soul.
On the mask, a sharp and unparalleled sword is faintly visible, exuding terrifying sword might from the center of the brow.
On both sides of the cheeks, patterns are engraved, mysterious and distant!
"Senior, the mask in your hand is pretty good." Lin Bai said with a faint smile.
The sloppy old man was stunned for a moment, looked down at the mask in his hand, and said with a satisfied smile: "Yes, this mask is among the masks that this old man has sculpted all his life, and it can be ranked in the top three masks!"
"It has been carved for three years and has just been completed."
The sloppy old man looked at the mask happily, and said fondly.
At this time, the sloppy old man came back to his senses, looked at Lin Bai with a smile and said, "Look at this mask?"
Lin Bai nodded slightly.
"Then I'll give it to you." The slovenly old man smiled and handed the mask to Lin Bai.
Lin Bai took the mask, examined it carefully, and put it on his face.
The size of this mask blends perfectly with Lin Bai's face, as if it was tailor-made for Lin Bai!
The moment Lin Bai put on the mask, the mask seemed to come alive, full of breathtaking magic power.
And Lin Bai's clothes, also at this moment, turned into another set of black robes!
The dark and shiny black mask, the mysterious and distant patterns on it, the magic sword that tears the sky above the eyebrows, and Lin Bai's indifferent eyes under the mask, at this moment, Lin Bai seems like Turned into an emotionless demon god!
"Perfect, perfect, so perfect!" The slovenly old man watched Lin Bai put on the mask in front of him, and said excitedly: "This mask seems to be tailor-made for you!"
Lin Bai took off the mask and asked, "What's the name of this mask?"
"The old man has been carving this mask for three years, and he has already thought of a name for it" The slovenly old man chuckled and said, "This mask is called Sword Demon!"
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