After the middle-aged scribe took the storage bag and checked it, he said to Mu Bai and the others: "Let's go! Go to the martial arts arena, this place is not a competition occasion, and if you want to start a duel, you need to wait for an hour, so that the gambler has the opportunity to bet." ”

If Mu Bai and the others want to use the martial arts arena, they naturally have to follow the rules of the Tongtian arena.

The martial arts arena is different from the Wen Arena, the Wen Arena is far smaller than the area of the martial arts arena, and the competition venue of the martial arts arena is much more magnificent than the Wen Arena, and its formation barrier is also quite strong, which makes Song Yi's plan to save Mu Bai in a crisis also shattered in advance.

After a while, the middle-aged scribe came and took out a brocade silk in his hand, on which more than 100 words were written, all of which were life and death clauses, and then the scribe said solemnly: "Your Excellency, this is a life and death contract, sign it, your life depends on your own ability, if you don't have the ability to go home, your head will not belong to you."

Mu Bai chuckled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, the junior has made up his mind and will not change it." Then he took the wolf pen and signed the word Mu Bai directly on the life and death contract.

The middle-aged scribe said: "The contract has been signed, you can enter the venue now and prepare for the competition." After that, he put away the contract and walked to Shang Chen and the others.

Mu Bai was not in a hurry to prepare something, besides, there was less than an hour before the game started, even if he was temporarily cramming, it would be useless, he walked straight to the two of them, threw the storage bag on his waist directly to Xiao Pang, and said: "Fang Yuan, you take these 30,000 spirit stones, just bet me on victory!"

The little fat man was slightly stunned, he thought that Mu Bai handed over his family to him just in case, but he didn't expect Mu Bai to say such a thing.

Hurriedly said: "Senior brother is so confident? I just asked someone to investigate, and the person who competed with you is the leader among the newcomers of the Ghost Dao Sect, his name is Yang Fan, he is the grandson of an elder in the sect, and he is quite famous in the Ghost Dao Sect, senior brother must not be underestimated!"

When Mu Bai heard this, his face did not change, but said with a smile: "The contract has been signed, there is nothing to change, I will do my best, if I die, it is useless to keep this spirit stone, if I can live, maybe I can make a lot of money, why not." ”

Seeing that Mu Bai saw things so openly, Xiaopang also smiled knowingly, and said, "Since Senior Brother has said so, Senior Brother, I should chase after me, and I will also bet on the remaining six thousand spirit stones." Then I went to place my bets.

"Wait, even if you gamble, how can you get me less and press my five thousand spirit stones. Song Yi's words sounded behind Fatty, and Fatty glanced at him and laughed heartily.

"Bet, bet, the grandson of the elder of the Ghost Dao Sect, the leader of the newcomer, Yang Fan, against the unknown disciple of the Xiaoshan Sect, Mu Bai, the contract of life and death, opens at this time. In the center of the arena, a group of waitresses shouted loudly, beckoning the monks to come and place bets.

"Who is this Mu Bai, who dares to fight against Yang Fan?" asked a dark-skinned monk to the person next to him.

"But it's not, Yang Fan is not a newcomer in this martial arts arena, there are not ten but eight people killed by him, and this kid named Mu Bai is estimated to be another ghost under the knife. ”

"Whatever, this spirit stone doesn't make money in vain, Lao Tzu bet on Yang Fan's three thousand spirit stones, this is my old bottom, my next practice will rely on it, Yang Fan, this kid, don't capsize in the gutter!" the swarthy man said in a loud voice.

When all the monks heard this, they all took out the spirit stone to bet on Yang Fansheng, and few people bet on Bai Sheng, and gradually more and more people bet on Yang Fansheng, and the odds ratio was even as high as one to twenty.

"Wang Fangyuan, bet on 6,000 spirit stones, bet on Bai Sheng,

Song Yi, bet on 5,000 spirit stones, bet on Bai Sheng,

Mu Bai, bet on 30,000 spirit stones, bet on Mu Bai to win. ”

"Isn't this the little young master of the Wang family, how can he bet on that Mu Baisheng, could it be that this Mu Bai is some kind of hidden ruthless person?"

As soon as he finished speaking, one person replied: "Don't you see, then Mu Bai bet on 30,000 spirit stones to win by himself, in my opinion, this kid named Mu Bai is crazy about spirit stones, otherwise how could he gamble with so many spirit stones, leave him alone, just bet on our own."

Mu Bai listened to the discussion of many people, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, but he didn't say anything, but walked straight to the ring, sat down and meditated quietly.

"The betting time is coming to an end, the competition will start immediately, in order to prevent chaos in the scene, please finish betting friends as soon as possible to return to their seats, waiting for the competition to start. The middle-aged scribe stood by the counter and used his spiritual power to spread the sound throughout the martial arts arena, and after a while, the entire arena was silent.

"Bet on 100,000 spirit stones, bet on Bai Sheng!" An extremely magnetic voice suddenly sounded, attracting the eyes of the entire martial arts arena, and everyone looked sideways, wanting to see which big guy was so arrogant.

In the field, Mu Bai, who closed his eyes and meditated, was also awakened by this voice, and couldn't help but turn his head, wanting to see who had such courage and bet on himself as a nobody.

I saw that the person who came was dressed in a white robe and white hair, but his face was extremely young, in stark contrast to the white hair of the shawl, and he looked about the age of a weak crown, and he had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was heroic, and his eyebrows were full of coldness, giving people a sense of alienation.

After seeing the white-haired man's face, Mu Bai was even more puzzled, and he couldn't think of who this person was, and suddenly a thought flashed in his heart: "Could it be the third senior brother?" But this portrait is not quite similar to Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan is slightly chubby, lively and cheerful, but this white-haired young man is cold and elegant, and his temperament is completely opposite. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't figure it out, so I simply didn't think about it, and continued to close my eyes and meditate.

On the other side, the little fat man Coke blossomed, and immediately got up and said excitedly to Song Yi: "My father is here, now we don't have to worry about Senior Brother Mu's safety." ”

Song Yi glanced at the white-haired young man, and the worry in his heart finally let go.

"Senior brother, wait a minute, I'll go and welcome my father. ”

"Wait, I've admired the name of the Three Peerless Masters for a long time, how can I not greet them when I see them today. With that, Song Yi got up and followed the chubby figure.

The middle-aged scribe was also a little puzzled, who would suddenly bet 100,000, but after seeing the person who came, he immediately looked respectful and said: "I don't know that the head of the Wang family is coming, and I can't welcome it from afar, but please forgive me!"

The white-haired young man did not return the salute, but said in a cold voice: "I heard that someone deliberately targeted my son, I don't know if there is such a thing!"

The middle-aged scribe just put away the bow, and when he was asked by the white-haired youth, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't help but say, he immediately folded his palms horizontally, raised his thumb, and bowed deeply with his palms towards his chest, and made a big bow.

"I have always dealt with it impartially, and I have not favored one person, and I ask the head of the Wang family to forgive me. The middle-aged scribe bowed his body and said tremblingly, without any confidence between his words.

"Hmph! The white-haired young man snorted coldly and walked in the direction of the little fat man.

After the white-haired young man left, the middle-aged scribe straightened up, raised his sleeves to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead, and looked at the white-haired figure, still palpitating at the moment.

He still remembered that night more than ten years ago, the snow was very heavy that day, when the white-haired young man was still black-haired, that night, the blood stained the Tongtian Arena red, the head of the arena was sealed by a sword, and thirty-one stewards were killed Twenty-seven, when the sword was just on his neck, if it wasn't for the elders of the Tongtian Chamber of Commerce to stop him, he would have died at this moment.

That night, except for the four stewards who were counted in him, none of the people in the Tianlan City Tongtian Arena survived, and they all died under the sword of the white-haired young man.

At that time, the director of Tongtian Arena was the son of an internal affairs elder of the Tongtian Chamber of Commerce, and he was transferred to Tianlan City by virtue of his relationship, and the new director was lustful by nature, and that day, he happened to be fancy, a young pregnant woman who was walking in Fang City, and that woman happened to be Wang Fangyuan's mother.

The new chief minister's lustful heart protruded, so he wanted to keep it for himself, and the stewards told the woman where he came from, but the chief minister's lustful heart had been blinded, and how could he listen to it. The woman resisted vigorously, but in the end she was seriously injured by the anger of the master, but it was too late for the master to react.

The woman was dying when she was picked up by the Wang family, and the Wang family gathered the strength of the family to save her, but unfortunately she was still unable to be rescued. Before leaving, the woman's voice trembled, and she left a last sentence for the white-haired young man to save the child, who was only six months old when he was taken out of his womb, and his eyes were not yet open.

That night, the young man in white took his sword and went to the Tongtian Arena, without any superfluous words, he killed people when he saw them, and the cry and the breath of despair filled the entire arena, the blood stained the flying snow red, and the black hair turned into white silk in his killing.

The elders of the Tongtian Chamber of Commerce came and fought with the white-haired youth, and the battle lasted for a whole day, and in the end, it was the young master "Dan Idiot" who came forward to reconcile and stop the battle.

Tongtian Chamber of Commerce knows that it is wrong, after all, it is also a businessman, and the reputation of "Dan Idiot" is outside, this killing to the end, Tongtian Chamber of Commerce has no choice but to give up, no longer pursue, in order to keep the reputation of Tongtian Chamber of Commerce, the father of the principal, the elder of internal affairs was also removed from the Chamber of Commerce.

Since then, the white-haired Wang Lin's three unique titles of "love and love" have become famous in one fell swoop, resounding throughout the entire Yutang Xiuzhen Kingdom, for his wife, he dared to directly kill the branch of the Tongtian Chamber of Commerce, which was the only one in the Yutang Xiuzhen Kingdom.

Killing stars like this, how dare he offend a mere steward, and the scenes of the past are vivid, and he can't help but be afraid.

Seeing that Wang Lin bet on Mu Baisheng, the spectators couldn't help but regret in their hearts, and secretly hated why they didn't bet on Mu Bai's victory.

Suddenly, a figure stood up from his seat, hurriedly walked towards the middle-aged scribe, and then handed out a storage bag and said, "Lord Steward, I bet 10,000 spirit stones to bet on Bai Sheng!"

The steward was still apprehensive at the moment, full of grievances, and when he saw this person's spirit stone smiling, he couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and raised his hand and waved it towards the person's face.

Syllable!

With a soft sound, five finger prints appeared on the man's face, and the person who hit him looked dazed, and before he could react to what was going on, he kicked him again, and kicked the man out directly, and then, the middle-aged scribe stepped forward and pressed the man to the ground and beat him.

Make you bet!

Let you have 10,000 spirit stones!

I didn't hear Lao Tzu say that it's time to bet!

Every time he said a word, it was a kick, and the person who hit him was at a loss, and after a while, the person who was beaten dared to resist and left the martial arts arena in disgrace.

At this moment, the audience was silent, and those who wanted to come forward to bet dispelled this thought, and sat obediently in place, not daring to speak.

Although Xiao Fat was excited to see his father, he was still worried about his father's punishment, and said worriedly: "Father, you are here!"

Wang Lin glanced at Xiaopang lightly and did not reply.

Song Yi stepped forward and arched his hand: "Senior nephew Song Yi, I have seen Uncle Wang! The master is too busy with affairs to come, so I specially let the juniors come to greet you!"

Wang Lin asked, "Are you a master on the day?"

"The younger generation learns from Long Yangzi!"

Wang Lin suddenly said: "It turned out to be the disciple of the junior disciple of Long Yangzi, I accepted his wishes, I don't know how your master is doing." ”

Song bowed again and again, and said: "Thank you for your care, my master respects his old man's life." ”

Wang Lin nodded, then looked at the little fat man, and said in a deep voice: "Who is Mu Bai, how can he take the competition on your behalf." ”

Xiaopang opened his mouth and said: "You said Senior Brother Mu, no, Uncle Mu, he is a closed disciple that the ancestor has just received!"

Wang Lin was slightly stunned and said, "The closed disciple that the master just received?"

"That's true!" replied Song and Chubby.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, the corners of his mouth rose a little curvature, and he didn't ask any more questions, sat down directly, and looked at Mu Bai with interest.

Competition