Another viewer said: "I admire him more and more, and if he wins a win today, I must make him a friend." ”

The third audience said: "Second prince, this kid has such a strong momentum, now everyone buys him to win, the big prince and the dealer will have to lose miserably today, if you make friends with this kid, the big prince will be angry." ”

Li Jimin smiled: "Lao Cheng, are you afraid that my eldest brother will be angry?"

Cheng Dawei said: "I'm not afraid of old Chengcai, I'll listen to the second prince, it doesn't matter if others are good or bad." ”

Li Jimin smiled slightly and stopped talking.

In one of the largest private rooms at the top of the Imperial City's gladiatorial arena, several people were talking.

An old man who looked like a bookkeeper bowed to a man about thirty years old in the middle and said, "Great Prince, now most of the audience is betting on that Supreme Martial Saint to win, and we are starting to lose money." ”

The eldest prince Li Jiguo picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said indifferently: "First lower the odds, if he defeats the golden-headed lion this time, let the referee ask him, if he is willing to join my command, if he is willing, bring him to see me, otherwise ......"

A man in his thirties sitting on the side said, "When the time comes, please allow me to make a move, and I will get rid of him for you." ”

The eldest prince Li Jiguo said: "Kill chickens with a knife to deal with a small first-order martial king, how can you bother you, a middle-level martial king, and not to mention that the middle-level martial king will not fight the rules of the gladiatorial arena with me." ”

"Big brother, I have an idea to kill two birds with one stone. ”

It was the third prince Li Jishi who spoke.

Li Jiguo said: "What is the idea of the third brother?"

Li Jishi said: "I know this Supreme Martial Saint junior brother, it is a new student of this Yunjian Sect, named An Xiaoyu, who is a thorn, and has also established a Qi Tianmeng, as soon as he enters the sect, he will be against the younger brother, and it is difficult for me to win over this person." ”

Li Jiguo snorted.

Li Jishi continued: "The younger brother inadvertently saved an old man surnamed Qiu a few days ago, his life was in danger, and he volunteered to become a humanoid puppet to save his life, just to be able to take revenge on the Qingshui City family, after the refining of the younger brother, he is now a third-order martial king. What's more coincidental is that one of the core disciples of the Yunjian Sect is named Qiu Shilai, who is already a high-level martial king, hasn't the eldest brother been trying to win him over without success, this old man surnamed Qiu is actually the ancestor of Qiu Shilai. After a while, if An Xiaoyu does not surrender, let the old man surnamed Qiu fight with him to the death, it is best to get rid of An Xiaoyu, if An Xiaoyu kills the old man surnamed Qiu, we will notify Qiu Shilai and assist him in taking revenge, and then we can not only get rid of An Xiaoyu, but also subdue Qiu Shilai. ”

Li Jiguo said: "Sure enough, it kills two birds with one stone, if there is a next one, you might as well let that old guy go out." ”

In the ring, the golden-headed lion saw a human coming in and couldn't help but stand up angrily.

An Xiaoyu, who is already 1.75 meters tall, is not as tall as a golden-headed lion and looks very thin.

Some viewers sighed again and again, but there were also many viewers who began to establish blind confidence in this Supreme Martial Saint, and bet on the Supreme Martial Saint to win.

Qiu Feng also bet on An Xiaoyu to win, but he shouted dissatisfied when he saw the odds

Get up: "The young master's odds are too low, it's all 1 to 0.5, and he won't win much if he wins this time." ”

The golden-headed lion raised its head and roared a few times, and walked towards An Xiaoyu with heavy steps.

"The thunder dragon roars and the eight desolations. ”

An Xiaoyu took a deep breath, his chest and abdomen bulged, and then compressed, and a sound like a dragon roar and thunder came out of An Xiaoyu's mouth, and the air with a strong sound wave radial impact caused a ripple.

"Poof. ”

The golden-headed lion had weak limbs, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to An Xiaoyu, and a fool could also see that this demon beast of the third-order demon king realm had surrendered to the Supreme Martial Saint.

The spectators in the stands began to talk again.

"When did the battle become so easy? With a roar, the third-order demon king surrendered?"

"This kid is a master, and his strength is unfathomable. ”

"Hahaha, it's good that I bet on the Supreme Martial Saint to win. ”

"Alas, I've lost it all, and I'll have to kneel on the washboard when I get home this time. ”

The referee announced in a loud voice, "The Supreme Martial Saint has won eighty consecutive victories. ”

Then he whispered again: "Young man, my master asked me to ask you, would you like to join us in the gladiatorial arena?"

An Xiaoyu asked knowingly, "Who is your master?"

The referee said: "My master is the eldest prince Li Jiguo, if you agree to join us, you will become the commander of the eldest prince, which can be said to be a step to the sky." ”

Thinking that the third prince and the eldest prince were the same dog, An Xiaoyu refused without hesitation: "I'm not interested." ”

The referee was stunned, and no longer dwelled on the issue, and asked, "Do you want to continue the game?"

An Xiaoyu said: "Of course I continued." ”

The referee said: "But now that there are no people and monsters willing to fight, do you dare to fight with the puppets?"

An Xiaoyu said: "Puppet, it doesn't matter, as long as I am counted as a hundred wins." ”

The referee said: "Okay, as long as you can defeat the puppet, you can be counted as a hundred victories, but I remind you in advance that the puppet is no better than a human being, and you can't control the severity of your shots, so you have to be prepared for a life-and-death battle." ”

An Xiaoyu said: "No problem, life and death are life and death." ”

The referee announced, "In the next game, the Supreme Martial Saint will fight against the humanoid puppet. ”

"Humanoid golem?

"I don't know, let's see before betting. ”

Lu Siyang and the three of them were also worried: "The puppet has no consciousness, no pain perception, and can only stop fighting if it is completely broken, otherwise the battle will not stop, and it will be more difficult than the demon beast." ”

Under the gaze of the people, a black-robed man and a gray-haired old man walked to the ring and stopped.

The black-robed man couldn't see his face clearly, holding a small golden bell in his hand, only to see him shake the bell, and the white-haired old man stepped into the ring as if no one was around.

An Xiaoyu stared at the white-haired old man for a while, and said in amazement: "Qiu family ancestor, why are you?"

The ancestor of the Qiu family on the opposite side did not answer, but stood in the ring with a hollow gaze and a stiff body.

When An Xiaoyu was suspicious, under the ring, the black-robed hat man shook the bell, and with the sound of the bell, the ancestor of the Qiu family

The empty eyes turned blood-red, and the aura of the third-order martial king shrouded the ring, and the ten-fingered halberd opened and killed An Xiaoyu.

"Smack. ”

An Xiaoyu and the ancestor of the Qiu family slapped each other, only to feel as if they were hitting the copper wall, and their arms were numb.

An Xiaoyu can punch himself with nearly 10,000 catties of strength, even if he is a middle-level martial king realm powerhouse, he may not be able to catch his punch, but he didn't expect that the ancestor of the Qiu family was like being poured with metal all over his body, and even his arms were as hard as iron.

The ancestor of the Qiu family took An Xiaoyu's blow, and under the guidance of the bell, he did not retreat but advanced, and pounced on An Xiaoyu again.

"The ape demon has changed. ”

An Xiaoyu didn't dare to slack off, waved his hand and shot out a golden fist, and the round tabletop-sized gang qi hit the Qiu family ancestor, making a sound of "dong" and gold and iron resonating.

The ancestor of the Qiu family was beaten back more than ten steps, spitting blood from his mouth, but he didn't care, and pounced on An Xiaoyu again.

"Death Drill. ”

A bucket-sized wooden drill drilled into the chest of the ancestor of the Qiu family.

The ancestor of the Qiu family smashed the wooden drill with one punch.

"Ice Crit. ”

Snowflakes fluttered in the ring, and huge ice picks flew towards the ancestor of the Qiu family, blinding him.

With blood flowing all over his face, the Qiu family ancestor did not feel pain and darkness, and frantically waved his arms to smash the ice picks.

"Wind Blade. ”

The flying wind blades cut the skin of the Qiu family ancestor into the road scars, but the Qiu family ancestor seemed to be unconscious, and still attacked frantically.

The bell rang more rapidly, the Qiu family ancestor attacked more and more frantically, and the ring was filled with a chilling gangqi, and each gang wind could tear apart and shatter the body of a beginner martial king.

An Xiaoyu felt that he was suffocating for the first time, he was not afraid of being horizontal, he was afraid of not dying, and he couldn't help but move the real fire.

"The Flames of Red Hell. ”

A flame cage more than one zhang high shrouded the ancestor of the Qiu family, and a trace of true qi was injected into the cage fence, so that the ancestor of the Qiu family could not escape.

The ancestor of the Qiu family rolled in the ring, hitting the guardrails around the ring, and gradually the metal on the surface of his body was melted, revealing his flesh and blood.

After more than a dozen breaths, the ancestor of the Qiu family turned into a charred black piece, and fell motionless in the ring, losing the breath of life.

The black-clothed hat-man spit out a mouthful of blood, obviously the ancestor of the Qiu family was controlled by his spirit, and now the ancestor of the Qiu family is scattered, and the black-clothed hat-man has also suffered a lot of backlash.

The humanoid puppet of the third-order Martial King realm was burned like this?

It was originally a game with a huge disparity in strength, but I didn't expect that the final winner would be the Supreme Martial Saint.

The referee said: "Congratulations to the Supreme Martial Saint for winning a hundred consecutive victories, and you can claim your reward with your identity nameplate in a while." ”

An Xiaoyu said: "Okay, goodbye." ”

The referee asked again: "I hope you will think about joining the Great Prince's command and serving him." ”

An Xiaoyu said: "I'm used to being unrestrained, I don't want to be restrained, so I leave." ”

After speaking, An Xiaoyu walked off the ring in the audience with the sound of "Supreme Martial Saint Might! Supreme Martial Saint Might!"

In the private room on the top floor of the gladiatorial arena, a martial artist presented a jade slip

Li Jiguo: "The eldest prince, my subordinates have already recorded the process of the Qiu family's ancestor being burned to death with projection jade. ”

Li Jiguo took the jade slip, handed it to Li Jishi, and said, "Third brother, find a suitable opportunity to send the jade slip to Qiu Shilai's hands, I don't believe that he can ignore the enemy who exterminated the clan and killed the ancestors." ”

Li Jishi said: "Big brother, don't worry, I will definitely be able to handle this matter, and then we will sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, just watch the show." ”

An Xiaoyu returned to Lu Siyang and the three of them and sent Qiu Feng to settle the rewards and bets.

The three of them chatted about their experiences in the battles just now.

After a while, the autumn breeze came back happily.

"Young master, this time we have made a fortune, even the reward with bets we have earned a total of 20,000 pieces of the best yuan stone and a fraction, you don't see, the face of the dealer in charge of the exchange is green, and the people who bet on the young master to win are lined up to exchange the best yuan stone." Qiu Feng handed a ring to An Xiaoyudao.

"So much? I'm actually a very low-key person, and I didn't want to make such a big fight. An Xiaoyu said quietly.

"You're still low-key? If you're low-key, there's no high-profile person in the world. Xue Qiong smiled.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "The Supreme Demon Saint of the Other World" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~