"Ten taels of silver, I'll buy Eshulansheng." Immediately, people rushed up.

"Ten taels of silver, I'll buy Lanxin Yusheng." Then another hand was given money.

"Idiot, haven't you heard that the Servant of God is an eight-layer battle spirit?" The man reprimanded.

"But someone else's Blue Heart Rain has a third-order demon beast."

"The third-order demon beast is useful, this kind of strength duel, the battle qi is the most important, unless her demon beast can be stronger."

The audience was betting and talking, and the vast majority of people still chose Eshulan, the previous person was right, in the battle of powerhouses of this level, the usefulness of third-order demon beasts is no longer very obvious.

Of course, Ling Chuxi had heard these discussions, but what she had in mind was something else. When it comes to battle qi, with the help of Tian Luodan, Lan Xinyu is now also an eighth-layer battle qi, no worse than Eshulan, and with the help of a third-order wolf warrior, it stands to reason that it should be a sure victory.

But thinking about E Shulan's sword, Ling Chuxi felt a little uneasy, first there was a special reminder from the bald fat man's yard, and then she also saw the power of that sword with her own eyes, just the small sword in the sword of the mother and son, it shattered Lan Xinyu's golden silk whip with one sword, so how strong should the two swords be?

"We're meeting again, I'm sorry about what happened last time." E Shulan looked at Lan Xinyu, and her gentle face was full of kindness and love that a daughter of God should have.

"I always remember what happened last time, you don't have to pretend in front of me, I can see clearly what kind of goods you are." Lan Xinyu glanced at her with disdain. She was not deceived by the gentleness on her face, she had seen with her own eyes the insidiousness and viciousness of this god's servant, but if she didn't say a word, she would actually ruin her appearance, if it wasn't for Ling Chuxi's reminder at the critical moment, her face would now be afraid that it would fall into the same fate as that whip.

E Shulan clearly saw the disdain in Lan Xinyu's eyes, and snorted coldly in her heart, if it weren't for Ling Chuxi, she wouldn't have deliberately put down her posture and show favor to Lan Xinyu, since she didn't accept it, then she couldn't blame herself.

In the ring, the referee rings the brass bell to announce the start of the game.

The gambling house also stopped betting, and everyone quieted down, looking nervously and expectantly at the stage.

Lan Xinyu's wrist flicked, and the golden silk whip snapped softly, and a beautiful golden arc was crossed in the air, and the whole person instantly felt a little more heroic.

Eshulan also slowly drew her long sword. Including Ling Chuxi's content, everyone saw the true face of this temple-given sword for the first time, the beautiful sword body, flashing as clean as moonlight, the long sword out of the sheath made a trilling sound, endlessly, as if there was a special sense of agility.

"Good sword!" Fu Chengyu praised softly. He is from an extraordinary background as a prince, and he has extremely strong strength, and his vision is not bad, even he praises it, of course this sword is not ordinary.

Ling Chuxi was also slightly shocked in his heart, the agility on this sword could already be compared with the previous Falling Dust Sword, but after receiving the tempering of the Heavenly Thunder, there was more of a strange aura in the Falling Dust Sword now, as if an awakened soul was hidden in the depths of the sword body, but it was untouchable.

Although it is not as good as the current Falling Dust Sword, but its own eight-layer battle qi, coupled with the spirituality in this sword, it is not easy for Lan Xinyu to win.