Yi Cheng is not cruel, but he is not kind, at least he is not the kind of person who knows that others have murderous intentions towards him, and blindly tolerates it.

This horn not only wants to win, but also wants to kill himself, how could Yi Cheng not see it.

Although he didn't know the reason for the Dao, Yi Cheng's killing intent was stimulated by him.

"Die!"

This time, Yi Cheng didn't intend to delay, although he didn't use all his strength, but the Five Elements Spirit Sword rushed to the side of Jing Jiao with lightning speed.

Jing Jiao, who was still looking murderous just now, immediately had a look of horror in his eyes.

Such a fast speed shows that Yi Cheng's divine sense and spiritual power far surpass his own, and he didn't show all his strength at all before.

"Poof, poof, poof"

The Five Elements Spirit Sword slashed across the body of the horn of the elder, although he was also a four-grade treasure weapon, but Yi Cheng's strength was enough to make him frightened.

"Ahh

This exclamation was not made by the horns, but by the countless monks who watched the game in and out of the stadium.

This change came so quickly that neither the Iron City Lord nor the monks of the Mahayana period in the city reacted.

"This little guy is so sharp, so precise in control!" Liao Fan is also a person who makes swords, and when he saw Yi Cheng make a move, he praised him sincerely.

"Yes, it's really rare, Old Man Zhao, congratulations, after tens of thousands of years, it is estimated that you Bailingmen will have another Mahayana monk!" Feng Bao congratulated Elder Zhao with a smile.

Hearing this, Elder Zhao of Bailingmen frowned, how difficult it is to break through the Mahayana period, they who have experienced it first-hand naturally know that although looking at the strength of this Yi Cheng, the qualifications should be good, but it is also difficult to break through the Mahayana period, but compared to other monks, it has increased a great chance, and Feng Bao said this at this time, who knows if Yi Cheng will be remembered by these people, I am afraid that if I can't pull Yi Cheng into my own sect, I will also find a way to get rid of it, No one wants to see another sect have an extra powerful Mahayana monk.

"Hehe, in the Mahayana period, he is still 108,000 miles away!" Elder Zhao could only answer with a smile at this time, but he secretly scolded Feng Bao again.

"Okay, this game is over, what is the matter of inviting you here this time, I think everyone knows in their hearts, I don't care what you think, but there is one thing, that is, within the scope of my Hundred Battles City, you have to follow my rules."

The Iron City Lord looked at the ten Mahayana monks, but said without the slightest fear, the fighting intent on his body made everyone present frightened, and secretly said: This is really like a rumor, it is a warlike lion, this time, I don't know who can go!

"Win, win, win!! Hahaha, I don't have to fly back this time, and I can also change it to a full set of four-grade treasures, Hahaha, easy to become, good! ”

"Damn Yi Cheng, I lost tens of millions of dollars, don't hit me!"

A monk who lost the spirit stone hated the Dao of hatred.

"Did you dare to do it if you just bumped into it? Come on, let's think about who to press next! His companions had lost money, but they could see that at least Yi Cheng was not something they could deal with

"Yi Cheng wins, the competition of the monks of the Combination Period is over, from tomorrow onwards, there will be a Tribulation Period competition every day, and Yi Cheng will participate in the following competitions with the remaining twenty-three Tribulation Period players!"

As the referee's words fell, this much-anticipated battle finally ended with Yi Cheng winning, as for the horn that had lost his breath, no one cared anymore, even if someone remembered it, he scolded him for losing the spirit stone!

"Good news, good news!"

Ma Feng returned to the cave and shouted excitedly to the few people present.

"What are you so happy about?" Luo Xia and the others were studying the mirror image of the previous battle of those Tribulation Period monks, and when they saw Ma Feng Biao coming back, they immediately asked.

"Senior Brother Yi's game is tomorrow, and the opponent is a disciple of the Desireless Palace in the early stage of the Tribulation, and it is estimated that his strength is the lowest among all the Tribulation Period players, so many people also bet on Senior Brother Yi to win!"

Hearing this, several people stopped what they were doing and gathered around.

"Brother Liuma, what's the odds?" Jiaojiao hurriedly asked.

"It's basically twenty-eight now!"

"Twenty-eight open, the odds are quite good, how much is the total now?"

"For the time being, there are only more than 800 billion!"

"That's it? Well, now you each take the spirit stone to the betting station in the city to place a bet, pick a place with a lot of people, don't put too much at a time, a little bit of pressure! ”

After hearing Qian Duoduo's words, everyone nodded.

"Senior Brother Yi, don't go, now you are a celebrity, at this time, the battle image of the female cultivator of the Desireless Palace, you take a good look, although it is said that the woman is the weakest among those people, but it is also the existence that can complete a hundred consecutive victories among the monks of the Tribulation Period, and the strength will not be worse than me or six horses, you must not be careless, otherwise we will really lose it this time!"

Hearing Qian Duoduo's instructions, Yi Cheng also nodded, being able to win a hundred consecutive victories during the tribulation period is definitely one in a million.

Tomorrow's game will definitely not have the slightest chance of winning according to normal thinking, but it seems that due to Yi Cheng's eye-catching performance before, there are still some monks who hope that Yi Cheng can create a miracle, and there are many people who bet on him, but the amount is limited, and no one will bet on this game.

But as time passed, the stakes on Yi Cheng's side gradually increased.

Some people originally thought that even if they won this bet, they would not make any money, but seeing that Yi Cheng's bet was gradually increasing, they also began to bet on the monk of the Desireless Palace.

One trillion, two trillion, three trillion

As the stakes increased, more people felt that it was profitable, and those who were willing to take the risk started to act and bet on Yi Cheng.

"Senior Brother Yi, hehe, the total amount of bets has exceeded seven trillion now, and the ratio is almost one to three.

Yi Cheng smiled, picked up a spirit crystal in his hand, and said to a few people: "Hehe, now there are people who are more anxious than us, look at it, this is just sent by someone!" ”

"What's that?"

Qian Jiaojiao asked suspiciously.

"Ah, that nun's information, so detailed!"

The rest of the people were also a little strange, and looked at the spirit crystal.

"Could it be a smoke bomb, we can't confirm this information, what if it's misleading?" Chu Meng was more cautious and spoke.

"Hehe, this probability is not big, no matter how people outside look at it, they will think that my chances of winning are much smaller, there is no need to mislead me, besides, this is just a reference, I will not be stupid enough to believe it completely!"

After Yi Cheng finished speaking, everyone nodded.

"That's it for today, Yi Cheng, you go to rest early, you can't be careless in tomorrow's game!" Luo Xia said to Yi Cheng