"Xiao Yu has been solidified in the dantian since he was a child, the meridians are blocked, it is the body of the Ten Uniques, he was cured a few months ago, and he has cultivated to the first-order Martial King in less than three months. Lu Siyang said proudly.

"This pervert has cultivated too fast. Xue Qiong said.

In the ring, the referee announced loudly: "Congratulations to the Supreme Martial Saint for winning five consecutive victories." ”

An Xiaoyu was stunned, and hurriedly said: "Referee, I just played a game, why did I win five in a row?"

The referee said: "You defeated the hot hand Bloody Knife, who has won four in a row, and the number of wins automatically becomes five in a row." ”

An Xiaoyu said: "Oh, it turns out that you can accumulate the number of wins of the opponent, I still want to get a hundred people to fight a hundred battles, now it's simple, as long as you fight with more wins, you can quickly improve your ranking, this is very reasonable." ”

The referee said, "Yes, are you still fighting?"

An Xiaoyu said: "Of course I continued to fight, I haven't won enough." ”

The referee has seen too many wonderful and brilliant people, and he is very indifferent to An Xiaoyu's strong strength, and said loudly: "In the second game, the Supreme Martial Saint, who has won five consecutive victories, will fight against the cold-faced swordsman. ”

As soon as the words fell, a young man in white came up in the ring, also in the realm of a second-order martial king, who could be twenty-four or five years old, with a thin figure, but like a sharp sword out of the sheath, his body was sharp.

"Bring out your weapons. "He is worthy of being a cold-faced swordsman, and his speech is also cold.

"You can make a move, and you will naturally use weapons when you need them. An Xiaoyu said.

"Hubris. The cold-faced swordsman snorted coldly, the sword was unsheathed, like a lightning bolt in mid-air, and with a flick of his wrist, nine sword flowers stabbed towards An Xiaoyu.

"Yes, it's a little stronger than the spicy hand blood knife just now. ”

The eye of the demon pupil was running, and he had already found the true sword trajectory, and shattered it with one punch as usual.

The sword was shattered into several pieces by the vitality shock, and the cold-faced swordsman held the bare hilt of the sword, and his body staggered back a dozen steps, and without waiting for An Xiaoyu to attack again, he shouted loudly: "I admit defeat." ”

There were a total of 12 rings competing in the gladiatorial arena at the same time, but now most of the spectators in the stands were focused on the number three ring.

"This Supreme Martial Saint is a little strong, but he still relies on his strong body, and he doesn't use martial arts to win with one move. ”

"A first-order martial king who is less than twenty years old, when did such a young master come out of the imperial city?"

"Let's see how many winning streaks he can hold onto. ”

"Shall we buy him to win the next game?"

"Let's see, see who his next opponent is. ”

"The odds have dropped, one to three, but I also won 1,620 pieces of the best yuan stone. Xue Qiong was also full of interest.

"In the next round, we will still bet on the young master and let the gladiatorial arena bleed. "The autumn breeze is triumphant.

The referee said: "Supreme Martial Saint has won ten consecutive victories, the rewards you have obtained have been doubled, the rewards for continuing to win may increase, you will have nothing if you lose the game, do you still want to continue to play?"

An Xiaoyu said without hesitation: "Of course, continue to play." ”

The referee said: "Okay, in the third round, the Supreme Martial Saint will fight against the Hercules King." ”

Spectators in the stands again

There was an uproar.

"The Hercules King is the tenth consecutive victory in the second field, and now there is a good show to watch, see how the Supreme Martial Saint smashed the big axe of the Hercules King. ”

"Are you stupid? A fist can shatter a fluttering sword, and a giant axe that weighs hundreds of pounds?"

"And who are you going to bet on to win?"

"I'm still betting on King Hercules, I know that he was born in the Divine Power Gate, and the people of the Divine Power Gate are not only born with divine power, but also have superb martial arts. ”

"Then I'll bet back on the cold, and I'll bet on the Supreme Martial Saint to win. ”

Qiu Feng was a little dissatisfied: "The odds are one to two, one to five, and then one to three, why did it come down again?"

Lu Siyang said: "The dealer has seen Xiaoyu's strength, and the odds must be lowered." ”

Xue Qiong said: "Do you still have an all-in bet this time?"

Qiu Feng smiled: "Of course it's all bet." ”

After the spectators finished placing their bets, the referee announced: "The game is on." ”

King Hercules was too tall, with big shoulders and a round waist, standing in front of An Xiaoyu like a big black tower.

"Hi. The vitality was running, and the muscles of the Hercules King bulged, as if his body was thicker again.

The audience who was in charge of Xiaoyu's victory was anxious and shouted one after another.

"Is this Supreme Martial Saint stupid, why don't you stop the Hercules King's luck?"

"It's too big, it's still young, and it's arrogant. ”

"Don't lose, it's up to you to turn over my book. ”

An Xiaoyu did not stop the luck of the Hercules King, but folded his arms around his chest and waited lightly.

A minute later, the Hercules King was finally ready, with a thunderous roar, the car ** axe wrapped in the golden wind and slashed towards An Xiaoyu's head.

"Smack. The golden light disappeared, the wind was calm, and I saw that in the ring, An Xiaoyu had already grabbed the axe with one hand, and the two of them were still on the spot.

"Let go. King Hercules sat back and desperately fought for the axe backwards.

"If you let me go, I'll let go, so how faceless am I?" An Xiaoyu still maintained his original posture, his body including his arms did not move at all, and he said in his mouth.

The muscles of the Hercules King raised in both arms, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he continued to fight hard backwards.

An Xiaoyu was still holding the axe in one hand, and the two were deadlocked, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that this Supreme Martial Saint was not only physically strong, but also far superior in strength to the Hercules King.

"Why are you so tough?" An Xiaoyu was impatient, grabbed the axe with one hand, and raised a foot to kick the front chest of the Hercules King.

King Hercules was like being hammered, his heart was hot, his arm was numb, his hand was weak, he let go of the axe, took a few steps back, and sat on the ground of the ring.

"Give it back to you. An Xiaoyu held the axe in one hand, danced a stick flower, and threw the big axe in front of the Hercules King casually, half of the axe blade was deeply inserted into the rocky ground of the ring, and the axe shaft buzzed and trembled.

"Thank you for your mercy. Although the Hercules King's mouth was broken, he ran his vitality without any hindrance, knowing that he was not injured internally, he stood up, pulled out his big axe, saluted An Xiaoyu with a fist, and turned around and got out of the ring.

There was silence in the stands for a while, and suddenly bursts of applause

Voice: "Supreme Martial Saint Mighty! Supreme Martial Saint Might!"

Cheering is naturally the one who took the risk of betting on An Xiaoyu to win.

The three of them were even more excited, they had just bet on 2,160 top-grade Yuan Stones, and they won 4,320 Yuan Stones at one loss, plus the principal, it was 6,480 top-grade Yuan Stones.

The referee was still expressionless and said, "The Supreme Martial Saint has won twenty consecutive victories, do you want to continue to participate in the competition?"

An Xiaoyu spit out two words and said, "Go on." ”

The referee said: "In the next game, the Supreme Martial Saint will fight against the Amazing Fairy." ”

An Xiaoyu looked at the entrance of the ring, and a girl in red stepped into the ring.

The girl is ten years old, with fair skin, willow eyebrows, apricot eyes, cherry lips, and a tight-fitting red dress wrapped around her curvaceous body, which looks even more seductive and reverie.

Some of the spectators in the stands already recognized the girl.

"This Jinghong Fairy is a core disciple of the Jinghong Sect who is known for his light skills, and it is said that he is talented and intelligent, and he is deeply loved by the door master, and he has cultivated the secrets of the Jinghong Gate to Dacheng, and he will be the best candidate for the future door master. ”

"I've also heard that Jinghongmen only accepts female disciples, but it can occupy a place in the world of strong men, not only is it good at it, but its offensive ability is not weak. ”

While people were talking, An Xiaoyu was already fighting with the Amazing Fairy.

Sure enough, as the audience said, the figure of the fairy was fluttering, and suddenly countless red afterimages appeared in the ring, and a red ribbon several feet long flew all over the sky, like a big net covering An Xiaoyu.

An Xiaoyu smiled slightly, his body moved, and he walked with a swift wind, and suddenly there were black afterimages in all directions of the ring.

After more than a dozen breaths, the black shadow froze, An Xiaoyu revealed his figure, and everyone was startled at first, and then burst into laughter.

I saw An Xiaoyu in the ring holding one end of the red ribbon in one hand, and then saw that the fairy had been wrapped in a rice dumpling with the ribbon, and was struggling with a blushing face.

As soon as An Xiaoyu's hand was released, the fairy broke free of the ribbon, glared at An Xiaoyu hatefully, covered his face and ran off the ring.

"This kid is not only good, but also lacks morality, and dares to tease the fairy of Shock, but Lao Tzu likes it, hahaha. ”

"I don't know how thick the sky is, the master of the Jinghong Sect has always protected his shortcomings, and many martial artists who flirted with the female disciples of the Jinghong Sect have had their hands and feet broken, this kid will be dangerous in the future. ”

Lu Siyang was depressed in his heart, and his mouth pursed unconsciously.

Xue Qiong stabbed Lu Siyang with a smile and said in a low voice, "Jealous?"

Lu Siyang's face flushed, and he shook his head and said, "No." ”

Xue Qiong said: "Xiaoyu is a young man, just joking with that girl, don't care." ”

Lu Siyang said: "I don't care. ”

Qiu Feng came over and said, "Senior sister, we have won a lot of money again." ”

The referee announced again: "The Supreme Martial Saint has won forty consecutive victories. ”

However, he said with a bitter face: "Supreme Martial Saint, the forty consecutive winners of the other rings just now have given up the game, and you have no opponent now." ”

An Xiaoyu frowned and said, "Then what should I do? You have to arrange an opponent for me, my goal today."

It's to get a wink. ”

The referee was puzzled: "Nobody wants to fight you." ”

An Xiaoyu looked around, suddenly his eyes lit up, and said, "Aren't there demon beasts fighting in the ring over there, does my battle with demon beasts count as a winning rate?"

The referee said: "Count, of course, but the combat power of demon beasts is far better than that of humans, and you will be in danger of your life in the same level of battle." ”

An Xiaoyu smiled: "I'm not afraid of what you're afraid of, find me a demon beast with forty consecutive victories." ”

The referee nodded and said, "Okay, you come with me." ”

The referee took An Xiaoyu to a cage where demon beasts were imprisoned and said, "This is a golden-headed lion in the realm of second-order demon kings. ”

An Xiaoyu saw a golden lion more than two feet long lying leisurely in the beast cage through the iron fence with the thickness of his arm, his mouth wide open, his white fangs flashing with the cold light of the forest, and his claws rubbing the ground, leaving deep scratches on the rocks.

An Xiaoyu did not hesitate and got into the beast cage.

An audience member said: "This kid is too tiger, isn't it, ordinary third-order martial kings can't deal with a second-order demon king, he's a small first-order martial king who wants to fight a second-order demon king?"

(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~