At this time, Prince Qiao was still immersed in the dream of making a fortune, but he didn't know that someone in Lu Dao had already begun to set traps for him.

After returning to the residence, Xia Tingyu sat on the sofa and asked Wang Ziqiao, "Ziqiao, what will you do with this money in the future?" ”

"Of course, it is used to continue to build the clubhouse, and I will also contract more mountains and raise animals in the mountains, anyway, after the martial arts conference, you will know what to do with my money!" After that, Wang Ziqiao looked at Xia Tingyu's six students again and said, "You have all worked hard today, each of you will receive a bonus of one million!" ”

"Wow, you're rich!" The six girls hugged each other excitedly.

And Prince Qiao quickly looked at Junko Matsubara again, and said, "Junko, you have to make a move tomorrow!" ”

"Yes, master!" Junko Matsubara nodded yes.

This woman has already reached the realm of a fourth-level magician, and she can be regarded as an intermediate magician, only a small level away from Wang Ziqiao, and she can naturally do a lot of things.

"Luo Hongyu, Wei Ziao, can you two participate in the sixth-level challenge?" Prince Joe glanced at the two.

"I listen to you, Master!" Luo Hongyu and Wei Ziao are almost the same voice.

"Your combat power has reached the realm of the sixth level, and the strength of your physical body is already over the sixth level, but your spiritual power still can't break through to the seventh-level realm, so you should also pay attention to improving your popularity in the future, and prepare for the impact of the soul impact on the seventh level in the future, this challenge is also a good spiritual training for you!"

The two nodded.

As he spoke, the food had already risen......

After eating, Prince Joe returned to his room and began to fall into retreat.

On the other day, Wang Ziqiao's gang is still the same as yesterday, healing and making money, and when it was about to be noon, it was finally Wang Ziqiao's turn to play, but his opponent was only a third-level martial artist, and the result could be imagined.

As soon as the host announced the start of the duel, Wang Ziqiao was a wind magic, blowing the other party directly out of a distance of dozens of meters and wrapping him in the ring, so to speak, winning effortlessly.

It's just that this opponent's leg was broken, and he had to come up with a million to let Prince Joe, who broke his leg, heal him. He had to pay for being slapped in the face, which also made him very depressed.

Today the same income is 100 million.

It wasn't until the tenth day that Wang Ziqiao earned nearly one billion, and this first round of the challenge was over, basically all of them at the level of a third-level great martial artist had been eliminated.

There were still four hundred people left, the same duel in pairs, and in another five days, most of the fourth-level contestants were all eliminated, and in the end, half of the remaining two hundred people were fifth-level, and the other half were at the late stage of fourth-level or peak realm.

Although the number of people is less, the number of duels per day is not less, maintaining a rate of eighty games per day, with the improvement of the cultivation of the injured, the medical expenses will naturally rise, and Wang Ziqiao's income has also increased significantly, and the best one day has earned more than 200 million.

At the beginning of the third round of dueling, Prince Qiao ushered in an opponent who made him angry, this guy was a Dongying man, wrapped in armor of unknown materials, from head to toe, like the Iron Man in the movie.

"Day, so you can play? This martial arts conference simply changed its name and called it a high-tech conference! Prince Joe looked at the man in silver armor in front of him.

"Prince Qiao, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" The voice of the silver-armored man was heard.

"You know me?" Wang Ziqiao asked rhetorically.

"You have killed so many of us, how can I not know you?"

"Come to think of it, you're Rosamun!" Wang Ziqiao thought of the information of the other party he saw when he came on the field, Rosa Gate Takeda Jiusi, the realm of the early stage of the fifth level! In the first two games, this guy didn't wear armor, but this one he put it on when he faced himself.

If it is an ordinary person, there is really nothing to do with him, the little devil's technology is definitely the first-class in the world, and this armor can even prevent the attack of the vacuum sword qi used by the fifth-level peak powerhouse, but in the hands of Wang Ziqiao, it is a pile of scrap iron, which is equivalent to being a cocoon and binding itself.

"Death!" After Takeda Jiu thought for a word, he suddenly ejected, and the rocky ground under his feet also cracked, and a long knife in his hand slashed at Wang Ziqiao in the air.

Prince Qiao's body flickered, and he quickly retreated, and a ray of light came out of the magic wand behind his back, enveloping Takeda Jiusi's body.

Takeda Jiusi landed, his body still maintaining a downward slashing posture, but he didn't move.

Wang Ziqiao came to Wu Tianjiusi, knocked on his helmet, and said, "Boy, your armor is not good?" How? Stuck? Can't move? ”

The metal armor swayed from side to side, but it couldn't move.

"Convincing?" Prince Qiao asked again.

"Huh? Don't answer it, do you? Prince Joe pulled out his magic wand from behind his back and struck it on his helmet one after another.

Dangdangdang......

The sound was deafening.

The magic wand is fused with the mysterious wine altar and has the blessing of the magic array, which is as hard as steel and can resist the cutting of the sword, so there will be no damage when you hit this helmet.

Now the people inside are unlucky, a moment later, the shocked ears and nose bleed, desperately shouting surrender, but the sound can't be transmitted at all, the high-tech armor has been completely paralyzed, and the biggest problem is that the air inside is getting less and less, which has made him feel suffocated.

Finally, two minutes later, the people of Rosamon sensed that something was wrong, and immediately someone flew up to the stage with a white flag and shouted: "Surrender, we surrender!" ”

Prince Qiao looked at the other party, and scolded in his heart: Surrender now? Died early!

He turned and walked away, ignoring the man in his armor.

The one who came up came to the side of the armor and tried to help open the armor, but he couldn't do anything, so he could only carry him away and return to the tent at the Rosa Gate.

Takeda Naoyoshi, the ancestor of the Rosamon Gate, stretched out his hands, grasped a katana, and slashed at the armor.

The sword flashed, and the armor was split from the chest, and it didn't hurt the people inside, but when they removed the armor, they found that Takeda Jiusi had died of anger.

"Prince Joe!" Takeda Qiaochuan, the master of the Rosa Gate, roared.

"What are you calling me for?"

"You killed our people?"

"Didn't everyone sign a life and death agreement before they came to power? Since the competition is a martial arts, it is inevitable that you will be injured and die! Prince Joe replied unceremoniously, and by this time, he had returned to his tent.

"If you break the rules, the martial arts conference in Huaxia will be bleeding because of you!" Takeda Qiaochuan threatened with a blue face, the reason why he was so angry was because Takeda Jiusi was his own grandson.

In addition, he also has a son named Takeda Ping, a master in the late fifth level, holding the body of Takeda Jiusi, his body trembled, and tears kept dripping from his eyes.

"Okay, what Wang Ziqiao said is right, since you come up, you must be prepared to sacrifice!" Takeda Naoyoshi waved his hand, his expression still very calm.

Only then did the people of the Rosamon divert their attention and temporarily handed over Takeda Jiusi's body to the Kunlun Sect for safekeeping.