"Congratulations to Brother Wang, congratulations to Brother Wang!"

A middle-aged man, wearing a black brocade robe, has a ghost cultivator in the late stage of the realm of leaving the dust, and is controlling the cyan sword, shuttling in the sky above the red dust sky.

Suddenly, a joking voice like a hippie smile came from the ground, and a white sword flew up diagonally and approached.

The middle-aged man looked down, and the person on the white sword was also a monk in the late stage of the world, with a slender figure, full of wrinkles, thin as an old monkey, and the robe he wore was wide and large, looking a little nondescript.

The old man looked grim and ugly, with a playful smile on his face.

"Where does the joy come from?"

The middle-aged man asked with a calm face, the sword light slowed down slightly, and when the old man arrived, the two walked side by side, in the direction of Linglong Tower.

"Today is the day of victory for that fellow Taoist, but Brother Wang wants to be the last stepping stone on his road to victory, isn't it a memorable happy event?"

The playful smile on the old man's face was even stronger, and the wrinkles were tangled, like an old chrysanthemum.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face suddenly gloomy, his mouth moved, and he seemed to want to say a few words about the scene where the winner or the loss was undecided, but he couldn't say anything.

That's right, today is Ye Bai's last battle, and this ghost cultivator named Wang Qingjiao is his opponent.

"Let Brother Hou smile!"

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man stared at each other, word by word, and said in an unusually gloomy voice, with a cold glint in his eyes, and he looked murderous.

"Just kidding, just kidding. ”

The old man surnamed Hou hurriedly waved his hand, but there was no fear in his eyes, and it could be seen that he was also a monk who was relying on his own means. His face was straight, and he said, "But then again, I do have a little envy of Brother Wang today." ”

"Why?"

Wang Qingjiao asked again.

The old man surnamed Hou said: "This last battle will definitely attract many monks to witness the birth of a new Baisheng powerhouse in tens of thousands of years, as long as Brother Wang does not die." The immortal stones earned in this field are at least forty or fifty million, and the immortal stones that have reached more than a dozen games before Brother Wang, my generation of monks, why care about any face, the immortal stones earned are real, and the old man hates to play for Brother Wang. ”

Hearing this, Wang Qingjiao's face finally looked better. His eyes swept over, and sure enough, he saw figures flying in the direction of Linglong Pagoda from all directions, and colorful lights flashed in the sky.

After a while, Wang Qingjiao entered the Linglong Pagoda, and as soon as he entered, he suddenly saw at least seven or eight thousand monks, standing around the ring. There was a lot of discussion, and this person's eyes suddenly lit up again.

Entrance fee of 50,000 immortal stones. For these monks, it is definitely a small number, but when it is accumulated, and then divided into the hands of the offensive and defensive sides, it is definitely an objective large number, the offensive and defensive ring of the red dust sky. It's definitely a good place to earn fairy stones.

Not only the attacking and defending sides, but also the Red Dust Sky City Lord's Mansion, they only came out of the venue of a Linglong Pagoda and a few miscellaneous monks, and then waited to collect the money. It can be said that it is a white wolf with empty gloves.

......

On the ring, Ye Bai's expression was relaxed, and when he swept through everyone, he was also amazed.

"It's a pity that I don't have the ambition to form a force, otherwise I would definitely follow the example of this Hongchen Sanren predecessor to arrange such a ring competition and sit and collect immortal stones!"

Ye Bai said in his heart.

"Seniors, juniors After Yum, can they still be in the ring again in the future?"

Ye Bai suddenly asked Chen Xi, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Boy, haven't you made enough?"

Chen Xi also showed an old fox-like smile on his face, and he replied with a smile.

Ye Bai laughed and said, "At the very least, you have to earn enough immortal stones to impact the three realms of the Star Lord, and it will be enough." ”

"The heart is quite big!"

Chen Xi's eyes flashed, and after snorting, he said, "But the city lord has rules, and monks who have won a hundred games in a row are not allowed to go to the ring again." ”

"Why?"

Ye Bai was stunned.

Chen Xi's face was straight, and he said with reverence: "Because the primary purpose of the city lord to arrange the ring competition is not to earn immortal stones, but to provide opportunities for monks to find people or give guidance to the monks who come and go here, if all the top monks occupy the ring like you, others will forever lose the opportunity to ask the city lord for help, this is not the situation that his old man wants to see." ”

When Ye Bai heard this, he immediately sighed with emotion, and he had a little more respect for Hongchen Sanren, this senior seemed to be somewhat similar to Wu Quan, extremely broad-minded, and compassionate.

Of course, he can't go to the ring again, Ye Bai is also a little pity, if he can quickly get a large number of immortal stones in such a proper way, he is not willing to do murder and robbery, although he kills the person who should be killed.

The two did not say anything more.

At this moment, the discussion suddenly became louder.

Ye Bai's eyes flashed, and after sweeping around, he settled on Wang Qingjiao, who was walking to the ring, knowing that this person was his opponent in the last battle.

"I've seen Brother Ye!"

Far away, Wang Qingjiao took the lead in arching his hand slightly. There is no discoloration on his face, after seeing the battle between Ye Bai and Wu Quan, no monk has dared to show his arrogance after coming to power, otherwise he will definitely be slapped in the face and lose face.

Ye Bai nodded slightly, his face became serious, and he reminded himself in his heart not to be careless.

......

After a short time, noon arrived.

The eyes of all the cultivators fell to the ring together.

"Fellow Daoists, please first. ”

Ye Bai said lightly, it's not that he is arrogant, but since the battle with Wu Quan, ordinary monks can't arouse his interest at all, and he rarely procrastinates, grinds, and performs to fight in the ring, all of which defeat the opponent like lightning, if the opponent doesn't strike first, I'm afraid that the means have not been used, and he has already lost.

"Brother Dao, I'm offended!"

After Wang Qingjiao said a word, the breath of the Dao Heart Wheel on his body appeared, and he pinched a trick slightly, and on the ring, suddenly the ghost qi surged, like a thick black smoke, and in this black smoke, there was a black ghost-like existence. I couldn't see the face clearly, but there was a ghost-like howl from my mouth.

In this voice, it seemed to carry some kind of primordial attack, and after the sound entered the ears, some juniors who were watching the battle from a distance directly spewed out a large mouthful of blood. Passed out.

The monks who left the dust also felt their primordial spirits, and there was a twisted and trembling feeling, and their heads ached.

Whew――

An instant later, the sound of the wind was loud, and black smoke poured up, rolling into a huge black storm, enveloping Ye Bai in it, and Wang Qingjiao also entered the storm. Missing, the black figure seems to have become those ghosts.

"This method is somewhat similar to my Galaxy Storm, but the means of attacking the Yuan God have been added to it. ”

Ye Bai was in the black storm, his figure swirling with the black storm, his naked eyes and divine sense. They could see all the movement in the storm, but they couldn't find the true location of Wang Qingjiao.

Ye Bai is outside. The Wall of Destruction and the Artistic Conception Space Barrier opened together, waiting for more attacks from Wang Qingjiao, and then the fundamental spatial waves to capture his position, but the attacks never came.

"Fellow Daoist, if you plan to wait until my Yuan Shen is seriously injured. If you attack me again, I'm afraid you will be disappointed, and the strong transverse range of my Yuan Shen is far above your imagination. ”

Ye Bai said lightly.

In the midst of the black storm, no one spoke. The other party didn't seem to believe it.

Roar -

Not only that, but the sound of the ghostly roar became louder, suddenly sharp and abnormal, suddenly low like the roar of a wild beast, and suddenly it seemed to be the moaning sound of a woman's soul.

"Troublesome fellow, then I'm just-you're welcome!"

Ye Bai said coldly, his voice fell, and his hand moved.

Peng-

The crimson flame, centered on Ye Bai's body, was suddenly born, forming a huge flame storm, rolling in all directions, this was the first time Ye Bai cast a flame galaxy storm in the ring battle.

Bang bang bang -

The sound of the explosion suddenly came, resounding in the ring.

The Flame Galaxy Storm and the Black Ghost Storm launched a fierce collision, and the ghostly roar became stronger and stronger.

Ye Bai's face was cold, his eyes flashed, and he silently felt the abnormality in the storm of confrontation between the two groups, this hand was to force the other party out.

Six black mangs appeared at a glance, coming from different directions, not direct shots, but flowing like smoke, fast, black mangs turned out to be from the mouths of six black ghost things, these six black mangs, so small that they were almost imperceptible, mixed in the black smoke, they were like lurking poisonous snakes, almost just shot out, and they reached a few feet outside Ye Bai's head.

Wang Qingjiao finally made a move.

"Your Excellency is exposed!"

Ye Bai didn't look at the black mangs that were shooting, he shot out violently, swept in a certain direction, raised his arms and swung his fists, and unleashed the newly created spatial turbulence!

The silver river of thunder is rolling and surging.

In the storm of the void, a palm shadow suddenly appeared, slapping towards the river of thunder, and the sound of the explosion of the bomb started again, but after only a few breaths, the palm shadow exploded into nothingness, and a black figure flew out with a scream, but was sucked back by the storm!

Even if this spatial turbulence can only reach the level of ten thousand swords breaking one method, it is not something that Wang Qingjiao can contend with.

"If you don't admit defeat yet, when?"

Ye Bai let out a loud shout, and the silver river of thunder continued to bombard the other party without any carelessness.

As for the six black mangs just now, they only shattered Ye Bai's wall of destruction, and even the artistic conception space barrier was not completely shattered.

Ye Bai's eyes lit up, even if he was not famous, at the last moment of the hundred battles, he couldn't help but feel his heart surging.

The black figure, like broken cotton wool, struggled to support in the silver thunder river, and trembled violently, at the same time, the ghost thing in the black storm unconsciously spit out black mang, hitting Ye Bai, compared to before, it was a little stronger, and even the wall of sinking and the artistic conception space barrier could not be completely taken over.

Ye Bai's mind turned, and he directly showed that he was as immobile as a mountain, and there was no flaw at all.

"Admit defeat in the next!"

Wang Qingjiao's voice came, and he finally admitted defeat.

forced out Ye Bai's immobility like a mountain, it was this person who did his best, even if it was Chen Xi, it was not good to ask for anything.

Whew――

After a gust of wind, the firestorm and the black storm dispersed together.

Ye Bai stood tall in the void, his body was erect, his face was cold, and his fists were filled with silver thunder, and his courage was amazing

A Hundred Battles Succeeded!(To be continued......)