Peerless Taoist

A few cultivators beside him asked.    

Zhang Chen impatiently said: "It's raised in my family's manor, if you want it, you can take the money. Take out one billion, this beast will give it to you"    

The other cultivators immediately withdrew their heads and didn't say anything else.    

One billion, for them, was already an astronomical figure.    

The Purple Lightning Wolf was on the verge of death and was dragged back into the iron cage to be closed.    

The more Zhang Chen thought about it, the angrier he became. He could not help but fiercely punch the iron cage and curse, "Drag it back for me to recover from its injuries, then send it to the arena. If you don't earn one billion for me, you are not allowed to leave!"    

"Yes!"    

A few servants pushed the iron cage and were about to leave.    

But suddenly, a hand stretched out from the crowd and firmly held the iron cage.    

Lu Yu appeared in front of them.    

He looked at the motionless Purple Lightning Wolf in the iron cage, and a gloomy expression appeared on his face.    

"Where did this kid come from? Get lost!"    

Zhang Chen was in a very bad mood. When he saw that Lu Yu actually dared to block his way, he immediately made a move to grab Lu Yu by the collar.    

However, just as he stretched out his hand, Lu Yu suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped him hard on the wrist, then pushed him to the ground.    

Bang!    

Immediately following that, Lu Yu kicked his knee, and Zhang Chen immediately let out a miserable scream.    

The bones in his knee seemed to have been broken, and he immediately knelt down on the ground.    

"Brat, you are courting death!"    

"How dare you attack the young master! No matter who it is, they will not be able to save you today!"    

The servant who was originally following beside Zhang Chen charged towards Lu Yu.    

However, as soon as they charged forward, a black shadow flashed past them. All of them were sent flying and fell heavily to the ground.    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

On the ground, dull and loud sounds kept echoing.    

Those servants were usually guards.    

But in front of Lu Yu, they had no room to fight back.    

"Enough, kid, this is not a place for you to cause trouble!"    

A deep and powerful voice suddenly sounded from afar.    

The crowd suddenly split apart, and a few burly men walked in from outside.    

Behind these men were heavy magic tools that were stuck to Fu Lu's back. However, from the bloodstains on them, one could tell that they were not ordinary at first glance.    

They were the guardians of the colosseum.    

Usually, in the beast arena, there were many people who came to destroy the arena. There were also some cultivators who had lost and were ready to explode.    

It was precisely because of their existence that even though Zhang Chen lost a billion, he still didn't dare to act rashly here.    

"No matter what you are willing to do, you injured our guest, so you should be punished. Obediently kneel on the ground, don't force us to make a move!"    

The person in the lead picked up the magic artifact on his back.    

It was a heavy golden chest, and as soon as it landed on the ground, there was a dull sound.    

The person flicked his finger and the golden box instantly opened. There was actually a skeleton curled up inside.    

The skeleton's white bones had already displayed a luster of white jade. It was sparkling and shining, and it looked quite extraordinary.    

"White Bone Ghost King! This person is a spectral cultivator!"    

"That kid is in trouble, the one that cultivators shouldn't provoke the most is a spectral cultivator. Whoever offends them, even the soul won't be let off. Look at that White Bone Ghost King. Who knows, he might have offended that ghost cultivator when he was alive. After he died, he was refined into such a state. He can't even reincarnate."