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Although the fight between the ghost and the viper ended in only ten minutes, the tense atmosphere made many audiences sweat. It was not until the scene was fixed on the ghost's knife on the snake's neck that the audience woke up like a big dream and immediately sounded a warm applause in the arena. It's wonderful!

Epolite clapped his hands with a smile. There was indeed a reason why the organization let himself monitor the little fighter. If this boy was an assassin, he would have been excellent. As soon as he turned his head and saw Leno staring at the field with his fists, he immediately understood the teenager's mind.

"What? Moved?" Epolite asked Reno with a smile in the cheers around him.

Leno sighed and said, "I really want to compete with him. He is a good knife!"

"Ha ha, we are practicing killing knives!" Epolite whispered, "Whether we can compete or not depends on the arrangement of the organization. I don't know which one above is like, and he sent us to touch his bottom..."

"Okay, let's go. The tigress at home should lose his temper when he goes back late." Epolit stood up and patted Reno on the shoulder and said, "In a few days, you will invite him to our restaurant for a meal, and everyone will bring the relationship a little more..."

"Hey, it's time to treat him to have a meal," Leno laughed, and his thick fingers reacted a few times to show a betting card: "This boy's odds are 3, and I threw 100 gold coins on him. If you remove the 20,000 deducted from the arena, the rest should be..."

"240 gold coins!" Epolit said angrily, "Bad boy, you didn't say this good thing earlier! The meal I invited him to be yours!"

Berlos is also happily calculating the harvest of this competition. After the last competition with the boulder, the ghost's bonus pool reached an amazing 64,500 gold coins. After challenging the Viper to take out 15,000 gold coins, Berlos left 5,000 as the capital, and the remaining 44500 were all outfield. Brother bet three times the odds, and then deducted the 20,000 rebates in the arena. Bailos walked to the rest area while calculating the income. The calculation was not his strength, but in the face of such a large amount of betting, his mood was still a little surging.

"more than 100,000!" Belos walked to the door of the rest area and paused for a moment. He quickly broke his fingers and recalculated: "45,000 times three equals... minus two achievements is multiplied by 08... Damn it! It's really over 100,000!"

At the request of the ghost, Bailos only wrapped him well and returned to the station. Then he immediately went to the broken-armed fellow villager who helped the Flame Fighters bet. From him, Berlos knew the specific benefits of this bet.

This number ended with 106,800 gold coins, and with the 15,000 challenge money returned by the ghost's victory in the arena, the ghost's bonus pool actually reached 126,800 gold coins!

These gold coins were deposited directly into his mercenary account by Bailos! The flame fighter group only pays about 50,000 gold coins to the nest every year, which is still earned by the brothers desperately. Now the ghost alone has earned more than 100,000 gold coins by leaping the challenge alone, which makes Bailos even less want to let the ghost go. However, he also knew that Mosai would definitely bring the order of the military department when he came back this time, and it was indeed a little condescending to stay in the Flame Fighter Corps for people like Agui.

"Hey, stinky boy, since you come to the Flame Fighters, you have to burn it. Anyway, you have to fight for me!" Bailos touched his mercenary badge with a bad smile and began to continue to immerse himself in sorting out the information of various gladiators. Although the profit is high and the risk is high, it is common for him to have no return to his blood, so Bailos is now more careful for fear of choosing an iron plate for the ghost.

The sound of hammering does not stop every day. Now there are more guests coming from hammers to make weapons because of the introduction of high-quality weapons, so whether it is in the backyard or the inner courtyard, the sound of jingle knocking is as fierce as a competition.

Agui's shoulder was covered with herbs, and he didn't expect that the medicine would be used on himself as soon as it was prepared. The viper's sword was not soft and not deep, but it would take at least two days to recover. Anyway, the ghost who is idle naturally swayed to the hammer. Today, if he can't swing the hammer, he will help the bald head to watch the fire. Anyway, it is also exercise his mental strength. Controlling the fire element can also achieve the purpose of exercise.

"Oh, Brother Qiang, go to the front and have a look. An unreasonable man is being tough with the old man..." The man in front ran over and said hello.

"What?" The bald Qiang threw the thick steel embryo in his hand into the stove, turned around and explained that the apprentice quickly walked to the front yard. The ghost did not fall behind, so he followed to have a look.

"Have you started? Did the old man suffer? As he walked, the bald Qiang asked the clerk, because most of the people who came to the shop were rough warriors, so they sometimes started to be sle.

"No, with Mr. Pei next to him, how dare he do it." The man trotted behind the bald man and said, "But I think that guy is not good and noisy!"

As soon as he heard that he didn't do anything, the bald Qiang's heart was put down. He pulled his voice and said, "Is there anyone else in this street who can quarrel with me?"

As soon as he entered the front porch, the ghost heard the noise in the shop. The loud voice was obviously not much worse than the bald head. When he walked into the store and saw the big man shouting at old Albert, he couldn't help but improve the description of the man a little. This is not particularly fierce. It's simply about to eat people!

messy hair, bull's eyes, a big man with a strong bald head and a big mouth, in this way, it will definitely scare several passers-by when they come out at night.

And this guy's voice is really loud, and even if the ghost hears it, he can't help frowning.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm rich! You make the same for me!" The big man stretched out his hand and banged, and a big axe with a curved handle poked in front of old Albert!

Maybe he is used to listening to the big voice of a bald man, and the old Albert is not filiated with the other party. "I told you, we have limited raw materials and can't be such a big guy!"

It turned out to be a weapon. The ghost took a closer look at the axe. The handle of the axe was made of red wood. It seemed that it had been used for a long time and had been polished. There were scratches everywhere on the surface of the axe, and even the edge of the axe was broken a lot. It can be seen that this axe was not a good iron at the beginning. Even the general axe of the hammer is stronger than it.

No wonder this big man wants to change weapons, but looking at his posture, it seems that he doesn't know where he heard that the hammer can make coarse steel weapons. This time he wants to make a thick steel axe!

"If we don't do it, we won't do it!" The bald man walked over. The boy has been practicing iron well all year round and looks a little stronger than that big man!

"Where did you jump out of the egg ball? Get out of here..." The big man didn't pay attention to the strong bald head and casually waved him to the side. The ghost's eyebrows were raised. The bald head was not something that anyone could push, but the other party didn't seem to care at all, just like a little chick.

'This is a senior samurai!' The ghost thought in his heart that he took a few more steps forward and stood beside the clerk next to him.

When old Albert saw that the bald man suffered a loss, his face immediately sank down and said unhappily, "You go. We don't welcome you!"

"Oh, you old man, don't drink and don't drink!" The big man said and took half a step forward, bending his palm as if he was considering how much power to use to deal with the old man.

"Hey, we hammers don't welcome you!" Pei Jieluo said hoarsely next to him, shaking the mage's robe gently, and a small yellow fireball appeared in the palm of his hand.

"What do you have to do as a junior mage?" The big man looked contemptuously at the yellow fireball. I guess if it hadn't been for Pei Jieluo's identity as a mage, he would have reached out and played him aside.

"Hey, where did you come from? Do you understand the rules!" The bald Qiang was also angry and spoke like thunder. He stepped in front of the old Albert and stood directly in front of the big man!

But before he could continue talking, everyone heard a bang. The bald man and the two old men behind him fell out together. The big man proudly withdrew his fist and curled his lips and said, "I'm the rule!" You stinky iron man, how dare you tell me the rules? Who dares to talk nonsense..."

With a crack, a silver thing hit the big man's face and directly interrupted his harsh words...