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Crazy lions and trolls are the descendants of the combination of barbarians and mainlanders, but only mad lions inherit the characteristics of madness. According to previous records, mad lions can be fully crazy in battle, and the time can reach three to four minutes, but few people in the arena can survive these three or four minutes. Everyone calls this madness Time is the absolute time for the mad lion!

If he can't win in these three or four minutes, he will fail!

Agui is even more curious about this crazy senior fighter, just like a child seeing candy. His heart is always itchy. He can't wait to immediately knock down the arrogant troll and fight with the mad lion! Experience the once-famous ancient crazy stunt for yourself!

The meal was about to be eaten in one bite. The ghost smiled and picked up the troll's information and looked through it again. When he hit his brother, are you afraid that the brother will not jump out to find himself?

The ghost's challenge to the troll in the hammer has long spread, so everyone knows that this fight is a private hatred, which is more interesting than a pure gold coin fight! What's more, the two parameters are * deep and covered by a strong brother; the other has unlimited potential and will win every battle! Not only will the two meet wonderfully, but may also lead to a more wonderful follow-up!

Agui obviously underestimated the audience's attention to his challenge. The ticket for his fight with the troll has been carried to five gold coins in the arena, and it is still immediately sold out. Many people simply take out a gold coin for a qualification to come in and watch, even if there is no seat standing in the corner!

"Boss, it's your turn to treat me this time!" Reno smiled and said to Epolite that he spent 14 gold coins to buy two tickets this time, and the price actually made him a little painful.

"Well, okay, you're not without money. Why are you always stinging me like this..." The fat on Eborit's face trembled and threw him a handful of gold coins, which was his private money. "You can't tell the female tiger at home about this, or she must be distressed to death! Oh, by the way, what are the odds this time?

"The ghost is four, and that troll is three. What?" Reno said to Ipolite with a bad smile, "Are you also going to win a game?"

"Why not?" Epolite took out a purse from his arms and put it in Reno's arms and carefully told him, "Kid, this is all my private money. You put it in the ghost!"

"Aren't you afraid that he will lose? That troll's eldest brother is a very powerful fighter. If you don't want to mess with him, you must lose this time!"

"Hey, how can people who can't even see through me lose to such a bastard!" A wisp of cold light flashed in Ebolit's eyes, and in an instant, the white and fat businessman seemed to become a butcher with a butcher with a butcher's knife. "If that poodle really dares to interfere in this game, I will make him a big meal for him and feed it to his mouth with my own hands!"

Leno couldn't help trembling. The two best things about Ipolit are cooking and killing people, and his so-called heavenly feast is really a feast. No matter how awesome a warrior is, as long as he takes a bite, he will die. As for when this person dies, it depends on the mood of Ipolit. Nuo still remembers that there was a goal to eat Epolite's asce meal, but he suddenly had a stomachache three days later, and finally it hurt so much that he pulled out his intestines with his hand before he breathed!

took the money bag in his hand. Leno believed that if the lion really dared to interfere with the fight, Ebolit might really be able to do it, because the money in his hand was secretly intercepted by the boss and his wife after countless battles of wisdom and courage. This is in the shit basin. If anyone dares to grab a piece of meat bone, the boss will definitely try his best!

After a while, Reno returned to his seat with a betting card. He handed the small card to Epolite with a surprised face: "Boss, this is 600 gold coins! How did you steal it from under the eyes of the boss's wife?

"Bah! What does it mean to steal?" Epolit stroked the small bronze medal with a smile before putting it in his arms, and then whispered to Reno, "I earned this money myself!"

"What do you earn money from?" Leno swept up and down Epolite and said, "You can't attract those ladies. Besides, with the boss's wife watching, you don't have that time..."

"Don't talk nonsense, boy! I'm single-minded about that female tiger!" Ipolit pretended to be mysterious and said, "Kid, do you know where those cattle and sheep treasures in our store have gone?"

"Didn't you say that they were all shipped and thrown away?"

"Hey, you stupid boy, that's what I lied to the female tiger, do you believe it?" Ipolit looked around and saw that no one paid attention to him, so he whispered, "Those are funny. The old nobles and rich men in the city like them very much. I used these to make a few aphrodisiac dishes for them. Hey, I exchanged a lot of gold coins!"

Ah? What kind of thing does anyone eat?" Reno's difference exclaimed, and Epolit immediately covered his mouth.

"Give me a quiet voice!" Ebolite looked at the others watching the warm-up match and chatted with Reno: "That thing can make the old man strong. They like it. We just can't get fresh black bears or tigers. Their things are called treasures. I dare to sell 50 gold coins for any master!"

"That thing is so valuable! Then boss, let's go back to the mountain one day and get some male tigers back!" When it comes to Chaneno, he comes to his spirits, and he can't wait to go into the mountain with his hunting gear to kill tigers and bears all night!

"Watch the game first, and I'll take you into the mountain if there is a chance..." Epolite said and watched the game again. Although the ghost's fight was still put to the end, some of the previous games were also quite wonderful.

The audience waited patiently until late at night. When the ghost and the troll stood in the arena, the ghost's mercenary badge was pinned to the chest by the troll and hung together with his first-class silver badge!

The stands were already full of spectators, and many mercenaries who came to see the scene were so crowded by the audience that they had no choice but to lean against the wall and stretch their necks to look into the scene.

The ghost opened the purple pupil and looked around. In the crowd, he not only saw the bald Qiang and old Albert, Iporite and Leno, but also saw the figures of boulders, black wolves and fierce tigers. As for the brothers of the Flame Fighter Group, many of them came, and everyone came to cheer up the ghost!

The mad lion didn't like this little fighter who hasn't won ten games at all, so he doesn't even have the mood to watch it. But it is precisely because of his carelessness that he doesn't know what level the ghost is. If he knows that the ghost not only defeated the tiger and the black wolf, but also won the boulder, he must I will take more care of him and his brother!

Naturally, the lion knows what level the troll is, but with his big brother, as long as he has a little common sense, he dares not embarrass the troll.