Kang Ziyang stopped talking, but the murderous aura in his eyes only increased, but Wang Jiancheng spoke: "Loss? What is the spirit crystal? My Wang family has no shortage of spirit crystals! But the face is different! This kid, I want to let him be tortured!"

After a short silence, Kang Ziyang spoke, and he looked at the middle-aged man beside him: "Let Kang Hunting Tiger try!"

"Let Zhou Sheng go and have fun too!" a disciple of the Zhou family looked at the guards beside him and spoke.

"Call the God of Strength here!" said the disciple of the Zheng family with a slight narrowing of his eyes.

……

"Haha!

Ji Fangwen and the elder couldn't help but be overjoyed, and walked towards the backstage to receive the spirit crystal.

In the eyes of the steward who was extremely reluctant, Ji Fangwen smiled and took the two million and four hundred thousand medium-grade spirit crystals, swept the spiritual sense slightly, and distributed the eight hundred thousand to the elder, and threw the rest into the Qiankun Ring and left with a smile.

Originally, according to the odds, they could get three million medium-grade spirit crystals, but Lotte Fang had to eat interest, so there were 600,000 medium-grade spirit crystals less.

"Steward, just let them take it like this?" asked one of the waiters reluctantly.

"Hmph! It has always been the harvest of our Kang family, how can anyone else make money, rest assured, it will be won back!"

……

"Hahaha, senior brother, I can make a lot of money now!" the elder looked at Ji Fangwen and said with a smile.

"It's nothing, we're going to make a lot of money later, look at it! That kid is very elf!" Ji Fangwen smiled from ear to ear.

"Still want to bet?" the elder asked as he looked at Ji Fangwen.

"Yes, of course!"

Ji Fangwen nodded, and said sonorously: "Whoever that kid participates, we have to bet and slaughter the oil and water of these big families fiercely!"

"Will something happen to me?"

The elder was a little worried, when he received the spirit crystal just now, he had a full view of the face of the steward, although he was not afraid of the other party, but after all, it was more troublesome to cause trouble on other people's territory.

"What are you afraid of? I, Moyunling, have never been afraid of things!" Ji Fangwen said with a straight face.

……

Niu Shen stood up, walked eight feet in front of Tang Chen, his eyes were full of fierce light, and he said fiercely: "Boy, this time you won by luck, let you be stunned for two days, next time I will abolish you!"

Tang Chen directly ignored the other party's existence, then slowly sat up, closed his eyes, and began to adjust his breath, pretending to recover his weak body.

"Boy, you..."

Seeing Tang Chen's demeanor like this, Niu Shen looked at the management office of Lotte Fang, and finally stopped his gaze on Tang Chen, with a murderous aura, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, let's see!"

Immediately, he strode backstage without looking back, disappearing from the crowd's view.

"Dear friends, in this gladiatorial competition, Dugu narrowly defeated the bull god, creating a miracle that has never been seen in the history of the gladiatorial competition, and becoming a new standard for Lotte Square!"

"Dugu seeks defeat!"

"Dugu seeks defeat!"

"Dugu will win if he seeks defeat!"

Some of the audience has begun to whisper, and it seems that in their minds, there is a new idol.

But most people were obviously unhappy, after all, the bull god had taken root in their hearts, and they had to make a lot of boos.

"Everyone, now Dugu seems to be a little out of strength, I don't know if he is willing to participate in the next gladiatorial match, let's wait for a while and hear what he means!"

At this time, Tang Chen took a deep breath, slowly stood up, looked at the bewitching woman, her face was still a little pale, and she said weakly: "I'll participate!"

There was obviously some unconfidence in this voice, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone on the field.

"Dugu seeks defeat!"

"Dugu seeks defeat!"

The shouts rose again, louder than before, in the eyes of these people, Tang Chen's actions were a kind of courage not to give up and fearless.

"Huh. ”

But many people still have disdainful glances and sneers.

The fat monk stood behind, muttering incessantly: "Amitabha, this is too powerful!"

"Everyone, this is called courage, look at our Dugu seeking defeat, even if the body is weak, we are not afraid of any opponent!"

The enchanting woman looked at the crowd on the field and began to exaggerate the atmosphere: "Then let's have an opponent who invites Dugu to defeat the next game!"

The woman's voice was long, but she didn't say who was about to appear.

"Who do you think is going to come out and clean him up?"

"I don't know! Dugu has defeated even the Bull God, and some little Hello is definitely not qualified to play!"

"Yes, according to this situation, the Deng family and the Kang family are also going to make a move, right?"

……

The scene boiled again, and the audience's enthusiasm was surging.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

……

Amid the shouts of the crowd, a tall figure walked out of the small door in the background, as if it was a small mountain that could be moved, and it seemed to be a humanoid demon beast.

"It's the god of power!"

"Invincible!"

"I love you!"

……

In the enthusiastic and excited shouts of the audience, Lishen appeared.

Tang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the person who appeared, and found that the person who came was simply a freak.

This person is like a humanoid demon beast, two feet tall, hair stands up, ears with rings, lying silkworm thick eyebrows, eyes like chickens, and broad lips.

He walked very slowly, and with each step, the ground trembled slightly, like a little giant.

The long breath and the steady rhythm can be seen from these that this person's strength is definitely not small.

"It's okay now, Lishen is on the field, this kid is finished!"

"Yes, the god of power is a few points stronger than the god of the cow!"

"Looking at this size, I guess this kid is only crushed!"

……

As soon as Lishen came on the field, Lotte Fang also showed the odds of the next gladiatorial match, Lishen lost three to one, and Dugu lost one to seven.

Everyone on the field was in a stir and hurriedly placed bets.

More than ninety percent of the martial cultivators have worked hard to win, and only a dozen or so people have gone down to Dugu to seek defeat and win.

Except for Ji Fangwen, who bet more, the rest of the people are hundreds of thousands of spirit crystals.

The elder bet 100,000 medium-grade spirit crystals, Ji Fangwen also bet 100,000 medium-grade spirit crystals, and they also bet 100,000 medium-grade spirit crystals for Tang Chen.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is also here to gamble!"

The fat monk walked towards the betting window and squeezed into the crowd.

"Fuck, why does it stink so much!"

"Fuck, it stinks!"

"Damn, I'm sick to death!"

……

Everyone dispersed in a hurry, avoiding one after another, looking at the fat monk, as if facing a great enemy.

The fat monk looked at the people around him with a strange look, and then sniffed his clothes very seriously, and finally raised his head, looked at the few people who were embarrassed, and said very seriously: "Do you have a problem with your sense of smell, the poor monk doesn't stink at all!"

Vomit!

Hearing the words of the fat monk, someone vomited on the spot, they were about to smoke to death, and it didn't stink?

(End of chapter)