Chapter 399: The Power of Origin

Zhang Ye followed the reputation and wanted to see who was so brave that even a slave with sores and chirping would dare to buy it.

But Zhang Ye was stunned when he saw this.

The speaker was a girl with blue hair. She was wearing a small blue dress, and even her eyes were blue, like sapphires. Although her hair and eyes are blue, the girl's skin is very white. Against this background, the girl looks so different that Zhang Ye can see her at a glance.

The blue-haired girl was counting the money. After handing over two crystal cores, she came to Zhang Ye and said, "Hey, you are mine."

The girl's voice was very pleasant and had an ethereal feeling. For a moment, she was in a trance.

The slave trader took Zhang Ye's dog collar away, so Zhang Ye regained his strength, but the slave trader handed the master-servant contract to the blue-haired girl, and Zhang Ye still couldn't make a splash.

However, after Zhang Ye had some kind of spiritual connection with the girl, he could feel her tenderness even more.

"My name is Zhang Ye." Being bought by a beautiful girl is better than those bad old men or disgusting fat women. Zhang Ye introduced himself thinking he was handsome.

"Zhang Ye? That's too unpleasant. From now on, you will be called Wangcai." The girl touched Zhang Ye's dog head with a satisfied look on her face.

Zhang Ye was stunned on the spot. He somewhat understood the feeling of naming Ahua, Tuanzi, and Tongtian. This was really retribution.

"Then what's your name?" Zhang Ye didn't argue with reason. Only by establishing a good relationship with the girl would he be able to let him go later.

When Zhang Ye asked, he was also guessing the girl's name in his heart. With the girl's naming skills, she might be called Laifu.

"Me? My name is Shen Lan, but you have to call me master." The girl looked proud. "What are you doing here? Follow me." After the girl finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Dark blue? Looking at the girl's bouncing back, she looks like a blue elf. This name suits her quite well, but why did she name herself Wangcai?

Zhang Ye was thinking about it when the power of the master-servant contract hit him like lightning. This was because the girl was urging him, so Zhang Ye had no choice but to follow her.

"Well, why did you buy me back?" Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment and quickly stepped forward.

The girl put her hands behind her back, turned around and walked backwards, smiling sweetly: "Guess."

If Zhang Ye had to guess, it would be best to be a male favorite and be whipped every night, but this was impossible.

Zhang Ye thought for a moment: "Are you doing odd jobs now?"

The girl stretched out her white and tender hands and shook her fingers: "That's not right."

Zhang Ye guessed a few more times, but none of them got it right. The girl then said: "I named you Wangcai, of course, to make money for my master!"

Before Zhang Ye could react, the girl turned around and said, "We're here!"

Zhang Ye looked up and saw a huge and majestic arc-shaped building. A signboard of "All Realms Arena" was hung on the door of the building. Many monks in strange costumes came in and out, making it very lively.

"Do you want me to work in this arena?" Zhang Ye felt something was wrong.

"It can be considered a part-time job." The girl liked to smile, showing two small tiger teeth. She led Zhang Ye into it without explaining too much.

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"Uncle Tiger, what are your plans for today?" The girl found a staff member of the fighting field and asked with a smile.

When the staff member saw the girl, there was a hint of fear in his eyes. Then he looked at Zhang Ye next to the girl and said, "There is a wheel battle, he can participate."

"Great, I'll sign up!" the girl said, taking out a few crystal nuclei and handing them to the staff.

At this time, Zhang Ye seemed to understand something: "Wait, I want to go to the ring?"

The girl chuckled and said: "Yes, my dear Wangcai, in the wheel battle later, you have to win a few more games for me and make a lot of money. If you die in the first game, This master will not let you go."

The girl's words pointed out the following rules of the competition. It was not a one-on-one battle, but a wheel battle. The winner had to stand on the stage all the time, waiting for others to challenge, and either beat others to death or be beaten to death by others.

After Zhang Ye thought about this, he looked at the girl's smile and suddenly felt that it was not cute at all. It was the smile of a devil.

In nature, the more beautiful animals are, the more dangerous they are, and Zhang Ye believes that at this moment.

Then, Zhang Ye felt a trace of anger. Without any injustice or hatred, this girl wanted to bring Zhang Ye to this arena and torture him to death. It was too cruel.

Zhang Ye raised his hand and punched, and his cultivation level in the middle stage of the Immortal Emperor spurted out, and he was ready to beat the girl to death. This girl didn't look like she was at the level of Tianzun, so she definitely couldn't withstand her punch.

But Zhang Ye obviously ignored the master-servant contract. With the girl's green finger, Zhang Ye felt as if he had been stabbed by thousands of arrows. He struggled and roared on the ground, unable to cause any harm to the girl.

The girl laughed like a silver bell: "It's good to have wealth, remember to use this on your opponent later."

Zhang Ye endured the pain and gritted his teeth: "I won't let you control me."

The girl clicked her tongue and activated the sanctions of the master-servant contract. The meridians all over Zhang Ye's body bulged, as if they were about to be squeezed out of the flesh and blood. Zhang Ye felt that even if he was broken into pieces, there would be no such pain, and he wished he could die.

But outside the Xuanhuang Universe, the system could not provide resurrection services. Zhang Ye could not die and endured the pain.

The girl didn't have any sympathy at all. Seeing Zhang Ye in such pain, she smiled even more happily: "It's fun, it's really fun."

But the staff member named Uncle Hu couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Miss Deep Blue, if you torture him to death, you won't be able to win the game later."

Considering the upcoming competition, the girl let Zhang Ye go without any interest. She thought of something else and said to Zhang Ye: "Wangcai, my master is not so unkind. If you can stand to the end, I will How about giving you your freedom?"

Zhang Ye was exhausted at the moment, but when he heard these words, he suddenly became energetic: "How can I trust you?"

Although this girl has a harmless and beautiful appearance, she is extremely vicious on the inside. Maybe she is trying to get Zhang Ye to compete with all her strength and win more games to make money for her. Zhang Ye naturally doesn't want to believe that she broke her promise afterwards.

"Wangcai, how can you doubt my master?" Every word of the girl sounded as if she was coquettishly speaking to her lover, but she could no longer confuse Zhang Ye. Seeing that Zhang Ye didn't believe it, the girl rolled her eyes and immediately raised her white and tender hands. , "The little girl Shenlan swears here that if Wangcai can stand firm to the end, I will give him his freedom."

This was the inner demon's big oath, and Zhang Ye felt relieved.

"Uncle Tiger, I'll leave the wealth to you." This place belonged to the backstage. The girl didn't seem to like the humid and rancid environment here, so she handed Zhang Ye to the staff member and skipped away.

"Can you still move?" Uncle Hu, a sturdy middle-aged man, asked Zhang Ye.

"Thank you, Senior Hu, for your help. I'm fine." If Uncle Hu hadn't spoken earlier, Zhang Ye would have suffered a little more, so he thanked him.

Uncle Tiger didn't seem to appreciate it, and said coldly: "Don't be sentimental, I'm just afraid that something will happen to you and you won't be able to play. Since you can move, come with me to the backcourt to prepare..."

Uncle Hu led the way and told Zhang Ye some rules of the game. In fact, there were no taboos, as long as he used all means to kill his opponent.

Zhang Ye had been listening, and Uncle Hu asked: "Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Zhang Ye thought for a moment: "Senior Hu, are you familiar with that Deep Blue?"

Zhang Ye did not ask about the competition, but took the opportunity to understand the girl's situation. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you escape from the clutches of the devil.

Uncle Hu glanced at Zhang Ye and sighed: "Let's wait until you can get off the ring."

Zhang Ye had already arrived at the backcourt lounge at this moment. When he saw the room full of slaves who looked like Zhang Ye, he understood what Uncle Hu meant.

Except for a few of these slaves who are not Immortal Emperors, the others are similar to Zhang Ye. There are even a few that exude the coercion of the late Immortal Emperors. The probability that Zhang Ye can stand to the end is almost zero.

Therefore, knowing whether Shenlan's identity is of little use to Zhang Ye, the most important thing is whether he can survive.

"Okay, there are fifteen people in total. Let's start drawing lots when we are all here." Uncle Hu ignored Zhang Ye and dug into his arms with his palm as big as a cattail leaf fan. When he spread it out, there were fifteen small paper balls inside. .

Because it is a wheel battle, the order of playing is extremely important. If you can draw a later number, the probability of survival will be greatly increased.

Not only Zhang Ye knew about it, but others also understood it and immediately rushed forward to snatch the serial number.

These paper balls were shielded by Uncle Tiger's power and could not be spied on by spiritual thoughts. They could only rely on luck. Zhang Ye grabbed a paper ball and unfolded it carefully.

No. 8, neither forward nor backward, Zhang Ye smiled bitterly. Others may be sad or happy, in varying states.

There was a Tianzun-level slave who drew number one and started crying on the spot. He wanted to change his number with someone else, but this was a life-related matter and no one was willing to exchange it with him.

After Uncle Hu decided the order of playing, he began to distribute weapons to everyone, without exception, a shield and a knife.

The shields and knives were not brand new. There were gaps or other damages, and there were even some blood stains. It is not difficult to imagine that these weapons were left over and used by the slaves who died in the previous scene.

Although these are low-quality Noble Phantasms, they are better than entering the field with bare hands, so no matter how dirty or broken they are, the slaves feel like they have found a treasure and are afraid that someone will snatch them away.

Zhang Ye valued the shield and the sword more, not for anything else, but because he wanted to study them carefully to see if they could be improved and refined before going on the field, so that he would have a greater chance of survival.

Not long after, the bell rang for the game, and countless people cheered in the front arena. Slaves No. 1 and 2 were about to go out to fight to the death.

Slave No. 1 was a Celestial Being, and slave No. 2 was an Immortal Emperor. The Celestial Slave immediately fainted from fright. The staff pinched him for a while and saw that he was unconscious, and then threw him directly into the fighting arena.

After a while, the staff carried the broken No. 1 back to the backcourt. He was already dead. The staff ordered: "Number 3 comes on."

In this way, one by one the living came on the stage and the dead came off one by one. Zhang Ye couldn't sit still for too long.

Zhang Ye looked as nervous as the others who didn't play, but Zhang Ye was even more anxious. He had now basically understood the method of creating the Noble Phantasm of All Realms, but where did that damn original power come from!