"In order to save you, he actually spent the price of fifty spirit crystals, I really don't know whether to say that your life is good or bad?"

The old priest glanced at the spirit crystal in the box and muttered to the unconscious maid on the bed.

More and more people gathered on the martial arts arena.

Ye Haotian stood three meters in front of Zhou Wusheng, and Qingjun's face was covered with a layer of frost.

"Why did you kill her?"

He still couldn't believe that Zhou Wusheng would poison a weak girl who had no power to resist.

"It's just a cheap maid, kill it, kill it, I can't imagine that you still know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. Zhou Wusheng said lightly with an indifferent expression.

The Temple of Light is a holy place for cultivation, there are as many as tens of thousands of disciples in the temple, in order to take care of the lives of these people, the temple often spends money to buy some slaves or children from poor families to enter the temple as servants, these bought servants have a humble status, no status at all, in the eyes of many people, their lives are no different from grass mustard, even if they die, at most they lose some money, and no one will be willing to spend fifty yuan of spirit crystals to save their lives.

Fifty spirit crystals is a huge fortune for anyone, and it can buy at least twenty young slave girls like little maids.

"Despicable, do you think you are noble?" Ye Haotian asked expressionlessly.

Someone in the crowd of onlookers suddenly said loudly: "Zhou Wusheng is the nephew of King Zhou of Dahe County, that is comparable to the identity of the king of the county, do you say noble or not?"

Hearing the words 'King Zhou', Ye Haotian's pupils tightened slightly, many dusty memories flashed in his mind, and the chill in his eyes became thicker and thicker, like a glacier that could not be dissolved.

"I promise you the challenge...... Do you dare to go to the stage of life and death?"

A cold voice spit out from Ye Haotian's mouth, and the people around him were in an uproar.

The temple, like many cultivation sects, has a life and death platform dedicated to solving vendettas, the path of cultivation is a single wooden bridge squeezed by tens of millions of people, the cruelty and cold-bloodedness of its competition is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, every road to the strong is made up of countless corpses and bones, if two cultivators voluntarily fight each other for some reason, no one can stop it, because it is related to the supreme dignity of the practitioner, in order to survive for cowardice, not only will it be shameful, but it will also bring unimaginable harm to his future practice.

Of course, unless the two have an inseparable hatred, there are very few people who are willing to fight for their lives.

But Ye Haotian actually proposed to go to the stage of life and death as soon as he opened his mouth, which made the onlookers feel almost fanatical expectations in addition to being puzzled.

"He is simply crazy to fight people for the sake of a little maid. ”

"Zhou Wusheng has never been defeated in two months, although this Ye Haotian ranked seventh in the palace entrance exam, he has never seen him fight with anyone, and today I am afraid it will be over. ”

"Great, there's a good show. ”

Zhou Wusheng listened to Ye Haotian's words, and two bloodthirsty cold lights were released in his eyes: "Okay! Then we will go to the stage of life and death!"

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The stage of life and death was in a corner northwest of the martial arts arena.

The platform is two meters high, fifty meters long and fifty meters wide, and is surrounded by three guardrails with thick iron chains.

Coming to the stage, Ye Haotian looked at Zhou Wusheng in front of him and made a gesture of please.

Zhou Wusheng didn't speak again, the hand holding the hilt of the sword suddenly swung out, and a sharp sword qi drew a brilliant arc towards the top of Ye Haotian's head.

Ye Haotian stood motionless, the sword light rapidly expanded in his pupils, and just as he saw the slash on the top of his head, he suddenly raised his hand and punched forward.

The sword qi collided with the fist, making a thunderous cracking sound, and countless dust and sand particles on the ground were scattered and splashed by the violent breath, the sword in Zhou Wusheng's hand bounced high, his body suddenly rotated, and ten thousand rays of light suddenly appeared in the air, and the vertical and horizontal sword qi cut through the dust and mist, and slashed at Ye Haotian.

"Sword Qi is rampant!"

Ye Haotian's face sank like water, his body did not retreat but advanced, while taking a step, the two Lingyuan shields had already protected the left and right, his two-handed fists were alternately struck, and the heavens and the earth were suddenly filled with fist shadows, in several dull collisions, the sword qi in the sky dissipated, and Zhou Wusheng took a few steps back before he could barely stand firm.

The temple disciples who were watching in the audience all held their breath, their eyes were round for fear of missing every detail, and many of them opened their mouths in surprise when they saw Zhou Wusheng being repulsed.

"What kind of punch is that? It's so fast!"

"Such a strong fist, he can actually collide with sword qi. ”

"The Zhou family's "Vertical and Horizontal Swordsmanship" is a four-grade combat technique, and Ye Haotian's boxing technique should be at least a four-grade one, and the top three are really masters. ”

The sound of discussion came into Ye Haotian's ears, and the chill in his eyes became even stronger, and the cold voice floated towards Zhou Wusheng opposite.

"Sure enough, it's the Zhou family's vertical and horizontal sword, now, you can die. ”

With the voice, Ye Haotian's aura changed suddenly, and a terrifying and cold killing intent instantly enveloped most of the life and death platform, and the spirit yuan in his body continued to improve, and his right hand was already holding the handle of the nameless long knife.

Zheng!

The long knife came out of its sheath, and there was a humming sound in the air that pierced the soul.

"Sky Slash!"

The tearing sword qi broke through the air, and the surrounding heaven and earth vitality fled frantically to both sides, revealing a slender black crack in the middle, as if the space had been cut.

There was an illusory sword shadow in the black crack, and in the blink of an eye, he came close to Zhou Wusheng.

Zhou Wusheng's face changed greatly, his pupils tightened rapidly, and a sharp roar came out of his mouth, and the spirit yuan in his body was frantically raised to the extreme, and the aura emitted instantly skyrocketed, and a layer of light armor that was almost substantial appeared outside his body! Several disciples who were close to the platform of life and death felt the pinprick pain on their faces, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Four Realms! Zhou Wusheng turned out to be a master of the True Spirit Realm!"

"Sword Royalty!"

A cold shout burst out from Zhou Wusheng's lips, and the long sword in his hand bloomed with a dazzling light, stabbing out at the nameless long knife that was coming at him.

The swords collided, and there was no piercing sound of metal collision, and the long sword in Zhou Wusheng's hand was cut off with a knife, and his body was as if it was instantly petrified, maintaining the posture of a stabbing sword, and solidified on the stage.

Opposite him, the nameless long knife in Ye Haotian's hand had been unsheathed, he looked at Zhou Wusheng with an indifferent expression, the diffuse sword qi had already dissipated, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

"Impossible......"

A faint and unbelievable voice spat out of Zhou Wusheng's mouth, "You only have the middle stage of the Three Realms, how can you break through my defenses." ”

Ye Haotian's face softened slightly, he didn't know how to answer, crossing the border to kill people was an incredible thing in the eyes of cultivators, but for him, it seemed to have become a habit.

Zhou Wusheng's voice came again: "You really dare to kill me?"

"Why don't you dare?" Ye Haotian replied slowly.

"Just for a maid?"

"Not exactly. ”

Zhou Wusheng's eyes showed a look of doubt.