Everyone in the audience, including the audience, saw that Sal Xuan had become the last of the crossbows.

Like Sal Xuan himself, everyone couldn't understand a question, why a person who was a full nine levels lower in level would have such a strong soul power.

The soul power in the meridians of the little marquis has been maintained at about forty percent.

Once again, it has been proven that rank is important, but it does not represent everything, and it is the right choice to focus on broadening the meridians.

Sal Xuan began to gasp heavily, not only did the Zhangba Snake Spear in his hand make him feel heavy, but even the attack speed of the martial soul began to slow down.

He realized that he might lose money if he continued like this, so he yelled, "Kill."

That's how he wants to be able to unleash his potential.

I don't know how to stimulate after such a long time of fighting, whether it is soul power or physical strength.

Look at the little marquis Xiao Chen again, with a calm expression on his face.

The water-type martial spirit plunged headlong into the crack of the stone tiles.Before Sal Xuan could react, black vines broke out from under his feet, all the way up, completely entangling his body.

"What. He was shocked.

"What you didn't expect. Xiao Hou Ye's heart moved, and the ice attribute martial spirit appeared directly in front of the opponent, and he continued: "But I will help you realize your wish.

Whoosh ......

The martial spirit released flying needles one after another, and Sal Xuan was unavoidable, and was hit in the neck, torso, and two legs one after another, and he immediately turned into an "ice sculpture".

Because his soul warrior level is relatively high, he was not frozen to death on the spot, except that his body could not move, his eyes could still turn in circles.

"The master of the fourth level of the Xuanwu Realm, it is really extraordinary." The little marquis sneered, and the martial soul shot two more flying needles, hitting him in the abdomen.

Take a step forward.The little marquis stabbed out the spear violently.The rotating body of the spear drove the sharp spear head.I only heard the sound of "bang".

Shake the gun." The ice sculpture "fell apart, no more, no less, into eight pieces.

The key is that when he was dismantled, Sal Xuan was not dead, and he closed his eyes unwillingly until the moment his head hit the ground.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of the small building, the big military division opened his eyes and said with a sad and indignant face: "In the end, he was defeated, and he was dismantled. This young man named Chen Xiao is really ruthless."

The little marquis put away his spear, pointed to the pieces on the ground, and said, "Throw one into the pit, one for the dogs, and one into the stinky river...... Is there anybody who wants to help me with this?"

The audience was boiling and volunteered.

There are many people who buy Sal Xuan to win, and he is defeated and everyone loses everything, so those who support him all grit their teeth fiercely.

Crash...... The iron door opens automatically.

The little marquis was not in a hurry to go out, but looked at the people who swarmed in with a straight face, and they cursed while fighting for Sal Xuan's corpse.

As a result, due to the fierce scramble, the original eight pieces were divided into more than 30 pieces.

The power of the people is very strong.

At this moment, a few sneaky guys standing on the corner of the street glanced at each other, and they had the same helpless expression on their faces.

The Grand Army opened the window and nodded at them.

These guys are the ones who are in charge of the lottery every month, and they get a hint from their master, and they all walk towards the iron cage at the same time, and one of them shouts, "Everyone, be quiet, be quiet."

The scramble was suppressed, and the man continued, "For hundreds of years, we have finally had a hero in the North City who has won sixty-six games in a row, and it only took him a month.

The other guy went on to say, "According to the rules, whoever wins sixty-six games can go back to Southtown.

The crowd shouted loudly.Xiao Chen's victory made many people regain their confidence.They thought that as long as they worked hard, they could win sixty-six games.

A piece of news spread: someone in the north city wants to return to the south city.

Although the message was simple, it didn't say what the man's name was, how he had won sixty-six games, but it quickly reached everyone's ears.

Like the people of the North City, the people of the South City are also boiling.

This was the first time in hundreds of years that someone had returned from the North to the South, and many people spontaneously went to the gate connecting the North and South Cities.

When Medina, who was "studying" the news, heard the news, her first reaction was: "Brother Chen has succeeded, and in just one month, has he defeated sixty-six opponents? This is simply incredible."

Like everyone else, she hurried over under the guise of watching the excitement.

At the gate, in the direction of Beicheng, the little marquis walked over surrounded by thousands of people, and an old man with a gray-white beard stood at the door.

He is the underground emperor of the northern city, the great army master of the Pantheistic Cult, Sang Tifan.

It's just that he's now openly the gatekeeper, in charge of the key to the gates of the South City.

"You're excellent, young man." He smiled, but there was a hint of resentment in his eyes, revealing his truest thoughts.

Sal Xuan is one of his subordinates who has been trained for many years, according to his original plan, he is preparing to make Sal Xuan the first person to return to the South City, of course, in this process, the main task is to dig out more excellent talents for him.

On the one hand, he felt gratified, but more importantly, he had palpitations.

In his opinion, only those who are in his own hands can be called talents, even if Chen Xiao is a member of the Pantheistic Sect, but after all, he is not under the jurisdiction of the Great Military Division.

According to Sang Tifan's usual style, those who can't be used for themselves must be destroyed with their own hands, but now he can't do this, not only can he not attack Chen Xiao, but he has to let him go back to Nancheng with a smile on his face.

"Thanks for the compliment." Xiao Chen is an observant person, and he can see at a glance that this person is extraordinary, so he said with a pun: "I can get out of here smoothly, and you have a share of it, isn't it?"

"The young man laughed, I'm just a gatekeeper." Sang Tifan said with a straight face.

"Really." The little marquis did not intend to give up, and said: "It has been hundreds of years, and the door to the southern city has never been opened. Now you have such an opportunity. I am honored for you. To be honest, I like this opponent very much, and if it were not for him, how could it be possible to fulfill me."

The implication is that if Sal Xuan didn't have a master like you, how could I be a rival to him, and win sixty-six games.

Sang Tifan's heart was furious, but he had to continue to put on a spring breeze smile on his face: "Young man, I really don't know what you're talking about, but as a person who is older than you, I want to advise you.

The little marquis shrugged: "I'm not afraid, even if there is a next time, I can still leave smoothly, and I will have to trouble you to help open the door when the time comes."

Sang Tifan gritted his teeth and said, "Next time, you will not have a chance to leave, I will let you die here."

"Hahaha, it's a pity." The little marquis squinted at him and said, "I won't give you the next chance.