Chapter 1313 My Bet

"The Lord of the Ten Directions, this is the Lord of the Ten Directions!"

When Zhao Yan stepped on the huge boat-shaped flying magic weapon and came to the Sword Valley, it was already a sensation here, and everyone looked up at the sky.

In the Sword Valley, those friends who used to be Zhao Yan can be sure at a glance that this is the little junior brother Xie Qing back then!

But now that the little junior brother has returned to his hometown, this posture and momentum are far better than countless times back then!

"I'll just say it! Little junior brother, he is the most handsome! Wen Ziyu almost jumped with excitement.

This kid has always admired Zhao Yan very much, and now he is even more excited when he sees Zhao Yan wearing a dragon scale armor with extraordinary momentum.

And Shen Lang and other geniuses sitting next to him all secretly smiled bitterly, they didn't expect that the third stage of the Miscellaneous Spirit Root, which had the worst qualifications back then, would now be able to go to such a high position; And these disciples who are superior in talent and have been vigorously cultivated by the sect are too much inferior!

As for Fang Qinghan, who was sitting in the crowd, he looked up at the sky, and his delicate eyes also showed a very complicated look.

Under the gaze of everyone, the giant boat stopped under the platform of life and death.

Below the platform of life and death, there is a specially built high platform in the Sword Valley, and the senior powerhouses of the major sects who came here to watch the battle today are sitting on the high platform.

Seeing Zhao Yan stepping down from the giant boat, these seniors and powerhouses also stepped down one after another, not daring to hold up their big hands at all, and greeted Zhao Yan like a salute.

Among the powerhouses of these major sects, there are the Suyi Old Ancestor that Zhao Yan saw in the Xianyin Pavilion not long ago, and the Southern Emperor Taishang Wudao who came all the way here, as well as the Xuanji Sect Sect Master Ling Xuan Old Ancestor, as well as the members of the major sects and royal families in the Shenxiao Continent, all of them are strong people!

"I've seen all of you." Zhao Yan seemed to have too many people, so he hugged his fist and said hello as a whole.

"Haha! Lord of the Ten Directions, you are really popular, and there are such big battles everywhere! The old ancestor in plain clothes laughed.

Zhao Yan smiled bitterly, "I don't want to either, this is because the powerhouses in Zhongzhou are too enthusiastic about me!" ”

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you." Wu Dao walked up and said, "Lord of the Ten Directions, you defeat the Nether Demon God and drive out the Demon Dao Cultivators entrenched in the south!" I am the one who has benefited the most, and I am here today to thank you! Lord of the Ten Directions, my Wudao will be your person in the future! If you want me to go east, I will not go west; If you want me to kill Zhang San, I will never kill Li Si! In short, it is difficult for me to repay your kindness. ”

The Southern Wilderness Country has been ruined by the Demon Dao, and Wu Dao, the emperor, has also been beaten and left out, and his face has been lost.

Now that Zhao Yan has solved the matter of the Demon Dao, Wu Dao is really grateful, and only then did he express his determination in public, no matter who the Lord of the Ten Directions is, he will repay him with death!

"Emperor Tai, you are serious, I am also for the common people of the entire Shenxiao Continent, not just for your Southern Wilderness Country."

When Zhao Yan said this, the leaders of the major sects present thanked one after another, "Lord of the Ten Directions, you are really benefiting the common people!" If it weren't for you, the Nether Demon God would have entered Zhongzhou with 100,000 demons, and it would have been another bloody storm! ”

Looking at the excitement here, Zhao Yan was surrounded by people.

The Broken Knife Old Ancestor standing on the high platform had a gloomy face, and he snorted coldly and said, "Lord of the Ten Directions, we have finally met!" I don't know if it's the first time we met, or if we have had a relationship with each other? ”

The Broken Knife Ancestor was not very polite to Zhao Yan, and directly opened his mouth to reveal Zhao Yan's identity.

Hearing this unceremonious tone, all the powerhouses present were silent, after all, the Broken Sword Ancestor was a powerhouse in the God Realm, and no one dared to offend him.

However, the old ancestor of Suyi was also a powerhouse in the God Realm, so he didn't have too many scruples, and said with a smile, "Broken Knife, you old thing is talking nonsense again!" The Lord of the Ten Directions entered Zhongzhou for the first time, and of course it was the first time he met you, had you seen each other privately before? ”

The old ancestor in plain clothes had a joking tone, and everyone suddenly laughed.

Zhao Yan didn't smile, his face was calm, his eyes were fixed on the Broken Knife Ancestor, his eyes were also very cold, he said word by word, "Broken Knife Senior, I'm not here to catch up with you!" I'm waiting for you to fail, and then kneel down and salute me! ”

Wow!

There was an uproar on the field.

You must know that the Broken Sword Ancestor is a God Realm powerhouse, who in the entire Shenxiao Continent dares to talk to him like this? Even the plain-clothed ancestor is a god realm powerhouse, but he also has to leave a few thin noodles for the broken knife!

Like Zhao Yan, he opened his mouth straight and straight, and he really didn't give the old ancestor of the broken knife face at all!

"You!" The Broken Knife Old Ancestor's face was cold.

Sword Valley Sect Master Ancestor Ancestor hurriedly walked out and said with a smile, "Don't hurt your harmony, everyone!" After all, our battle today is not a battle of life and death, but a fair sword match! ”

The purpose of a fair sword competition is to learn swordsmanship, and the difference between winners and losers is just to prove whose swordsmanship is stronger, so it belongs to a friendly battle.

"That's right, it's just a fair sword match today!" The Broken Mountain Ancestor also walked out.

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere on the field was a little better.

However, Zhao Yan and the Broken Knife Old Ancestor's faces were still flat, and their eyes looked at each other coldly, and they didn't have any good feelings.

The Broken Knife Ancestor connived at Li Yaoqing's action at the beginning, causing Huang Ailin to almost die, which Zhao Yan would never be able to forgive this person; The purpose of coming here today is also to take away the Qianyuan Dan in this person's hands and force this person to kneel down and apologize!

So Zhao Yan like this shouldn't have a good face for this old thing at all.

After stepping onto the high platform, Zhao Yan said, "Broken Mountain Daoist, we are all cheerful people, so let's not talk about false etiquette!" I'm here today to have a gambling fight with you, everyone can only take out their own Sword River Luo to fight, all treasures must be within the Sword River Luo combat system, and no other treasures can be used! Otherwise, it's a failure! Under the battle, whichever side of Jianhe Luo was completely defeated first could be regarded as a defeat! What do you think? ”

Regarding the rules of sword competition prescribed by Zhao Yan, the Broken Mountain Ancestor had no objection, nodded and said, "I agree with your rules!" The location of the battle has been chosen, and it is on the stage of life and death, and others cannot go on stage! Of course, today we don't need to divide life and death, as long as one side's Sword River Luo is defeated, it is already a loss! All the monks present are witnesses! ”

Zhao Yan said again, "I suggest that the ancestor of Suyi be the supervisor of this sword competition, and supervise the two sides to fulfill the gambling contract after the battle." ”

"Yes." The plain-clothed old ancestor nodded.

"That's good!" After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he took a step forward, stood on the edge of the high platform, and let the heavenly wind blow the long white hair behind his head, only to see him wave his big hand, and a huge purple-black giant ding fell to the ground in front of him with a bang.

Only then did he speak, "Here's the bet!" Dead to the defaulters! You can also take out the bet of Sword Valley! ”

(End of chapter)