Chapter 7 Gladiator

In the dim black iron vein, a basin of flames rose, and the cold mine, the crowd shook vaguely, busy, the sound of the impact of the handcuffs and footcuffs, and the sound of the hammer was endless.

Entering the mine, the warriors of the West Asia Manor no longer followed. Jiulong held a hundred catties of hammer in his hand, holding a long hammer handle. Jiulong's flames were running, his sharp eyes pierced through the darkness, the crowd shook, and the impact of gold and iron roared.

All the O'mail people who entered the mine showed a fierce look and dispersed, and didn't know what they had done.

Kka-

The fiery red fighting spirit burst out, with a bang, and the thick steel chain of the fist burst hard. He casually threw the iron chain to the ground, carried the hammer, and strode to the interior of the mine.

As he walked, Jiulong took out a hard grain compression cake from his clothes and chewed it. He turned his eyes. A cake was nibbled by him. He casually found an empty ground and sat down and gently closed his eyes. In his eyes, black iron ore was secondary, mainly because he got it. In the space, with rest time, ten miscellaneous grain compressed cakes are enough for him to support for a few days. Taking this opportunity, he should condense himself well, be proficient in the original powerful flame fighting spirit in Roxus's body, and practice the mysterious "Dilong Road".

Here, he has no taboos, and the secrets of "Red Flame Duel" are running. Waves of powerful flame fighting spirits rise, warming the whole body, and the pores under his body are open, greedily absorbing the flame attribute elements free in the air.

"Emperor Dragon Road", the mysterious and vast ancient skills, with distinct levels and six layers, refining qi, practicing qi and transforming gods, refining gods and anti-emptiness, refining virtual Taoism, natural Taoism, and the unity of heaven and man!

Kowloon thought about the "Imperial Dragon Road" and slowly felt the power of "Imperial Dragon Road", and his heart was full of surprises. It was worthy of my ancient Chinese skills. It was really strong!

With an absorbed understanding of "Dilong Road", Jiulong's whole body boiled. Suddenly, he saw all kinds of cells in his body, slowly squirming one by one, conditioning his body, doing their duties, and the vast human treasures were slowly displayed in front of Jiulong.

The flame fighting spirit of the whole body operated according to the "Dilong Road", spread around and rotated according to the meridians of the whole body. After a big week, it actually grew a lot.

Sneer--

A slight sound came, and Jiulong opened his eyes, and the fiery red fighting spirit in his hand rippled, touching people's hearts like ripples, and muttered to himself, "The Emperor Dragon Road is the supreme secret method of practicing true qi. He doesn't know what the true qi is, but as soon as he runs the Emperor Dragon Road, the fire attribute fighting spirit actually rotates. Maybe this The energy form of space is different. Naturally, the fighting spirit replaces the true spirit!"

"No matter what, it's best to enhance your cultivation!" Suddenly, Jiulong closed his eyes again, abandoned the "Red Flame" practiced by Roxus, and changed it to the mysterious "Imperial Dragon Road".

Time passed slowly. After an hour, suddenly, Jiulong opened his eyes and was shining. The dragon and tiger were fierce, energetic and energetic!

Gently lifted the 100 catties of heavy hammer lying beside him, waved it like fallen leaves, and strode to the noisy place of the crowd. Ten catties of black iron ore every day. This is his task. With strong strength, Jiulong is full of confidence!

Through the messy ground and seeing the thin, weak, weak and sick mining slaves, Jiulong had a burst of fire in his heart. If it hadn't been for his deep cultivation, his end would have been like this, and he would have died here!

Boom——

With a shocking loud noise, a hundred catties of hammer hit the black iron ore firmly. The sparks were shooting everywhere, and the stones flew. A black iron ore block the size of a watermelon did not move, which surprised Jiulong. This is the black iron ore. From the memory of Roxus, it is known that the black iron is big. A kind of magic iron casting weapons on land is extremely hard, but difficult to smelt, resulting in a scarcity. A black iron sword often needs a high price of 100,000 gold coins, which is the family of an ordinary manor!

"No wonder black iron is so precious that this black iron ore alone is so hard!" Jiulong sighed, and with a bang, the fighting gas broke out and the firelight was shining everywhere. Between tos and turns, the whole hammer was wrapped in the firelight and diffused with dazzling light. The slaves beating around looked sideways and looked at the majestic Kowloon in front of them in surprise.

The firelight illuminated Kowloon's body, the disorderly black hair is windless and automatic, and the majesty of dominating the world is fully displayed. The bronze skin, the slightly red cheeks, the upturned nose, the dark eyes, and sometimes flashed a purple light. This is the sharp light attached to the noble bloodline of Loxus. Once urged With fighting spirit, purple light will suddenly appear in your eyes.

Kowloon stood on the spot like a giant, raising a hammer, smashing it, and bombarding! With a sound, the stones flew all over the sky and shot away. The stones the size of watermelon were chopped into pieces at once. These pieces were 40 or 50 catties. If it came up again, it would be enough for Kowloon to cross ten days!

Shock!

Kowloon was so powerful, with a hammer of power, shocking the scene. All the slaves were stunned on the spot and looked at the powerful man like a demon in front of him, with a strong face and a slightly cynical posture, but the awe-inspiring posture made all the slaves present completely petrified.

After all this, Jiulong had no sadness or joy. Such an ending was what he expected. He threw away the sledgehammer and slowly began to pick up the small black iron ore and put it in the basket he was carrying in his hand. Over and over again, he never cared about the shock of other mining slaves.

"Ratch!"

A stone stirred up thousands of waves, and as soon as the voice was a little weak, it seemed to burst out with all its strength, and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Ratch!" Another voice, suddenly, all the slaves* swarmed and began to grab the black iron ore...

Kowloon was as if he was unknown and ignored it. He let them grab it. He gently bent down and picked up a piece of black iron ore vein. Although the slave* grabbed it, no one approached him within five meters around him.

Kowloon put another piece of ore in the basket and wanted to pick up the stone not far away, but a dirty little hand grabbed it. Jiulong's eyes moved slightly, and a sad picture came into his eyes. This was a 15- or 16-year-old child's dirty face and scarred back. Bloody and blood stains on the thick iron chain are shocking.

The child's blue eyes gently agitated his jaws, his begging voice was pitiful, his lips were a little trembling, as if he was scared, his face was yellow and thin, and his red hair was abnormally disheveled.

Kowloon gently loosened his hand holding the black iron ore, stood up, and silently looked at the child lying in front of him.

"Thank you!" The timid and trembling voice came, but it made Jiulong's heart tremble suddenly. How long has it been? It has been three months since he came to this inexplicable world. In addition to scolding, it was a fierce scolding, which was the most beautiful fairy voice he had heard.

With a bang, Jiulong dropped the big basket in his hand and said slowly, "Follow me with it!"

Tears of gratitude gushed from the little boy's face. From the plain voice, he heard a little warmth, got up, gently carried a big basket, and followed Jiulong.

"What's your name?" Jiulong's voice was calm and spoke with power, which made the little boy's eyes flash with fear.

"My name is Taro Mountain!" A weak voice came, with a little restless, and said slowly.

Jiulong nodded slowly, turned around, gently held the handcuffs of Taro Mountain with both hands, banged, withdrew the chain into two sections, threw it on the ground casually, and whispered, "Follow me and pick up ore for me."

"Yes!" Taro Mountain was overjoyed, and a happy smile on his face followed the Kowloon fart.

Kowloon returned to his original position, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes to refresh himself, wisps of flames rose, and began to practice "Dilong Road" again.

In the dark, Chartres sat cross-legged, with a trace of black fighting steam, slowly rotating, exuding a strong momentum.

Pley walked like flying and quickly swept through the messy open space. Seeing Chartres, he shouted from afar, "Big Shatel, it's not good!"

Shattel's eyelids gently incited, impatiently, and shouted loudly: "I told you, don't shout when I'm practicing. Are you fucking going to die!"

Cort stopped and immediately closed his mouth and dared not speak.