Because in the Fengyun Field, it is the only place where fighting is forbidden in the Primordial Demon Sect, and if you want to fight, you can only spend blood spirit stones to fight in the Fengyun Ring.

"Boy, I'll give you a chance, while you haven't locked the bet yet, quickly move those blood spirit stones to Wang Shen's side, otherwise, as long as you get out of this storm and cloud field today, I will kill you!"

"Hmph! Wang Ginseng is the leader in the Necromantic Hall, the leader in the middle stage of the Jiedan, he didn't go to the ring to be famous, if you know the white-haired boy, buy him to win, if you don't know each other, hmph, I'll go to the ring with you now, and slaughter you early, which can be regarded as cleaning up the scourge for our primordial holy sect!"

"What do you have to do with him, it's just a dead man who can't get out of the storm at all......"

With Qin Chengming's bet, the demon cultivators around him all made mockery, and they were even more grumpy, seeing that Qin Chengming and him were the same cultivators, they wanted to challenge Qin Chengming and kill Qin Chengming.

Qin Chengming's face did not change, as if he couldn't hear, and he didn't speak at all.

The men were about to continue to threaten them, but the two sides on the field had already begun to fight.

The fight of the demon cultivator was not the same as the dragon list that Qin Chengming had experienced before, as a demon cultivator, they never thought that the sneak attack was a villain's act, but felt that it was a good tactic.

Therefore, when the mid-stage disciple of the Necromantic Hall called 'Wang Shen', while speaking to attract the attention of the man who devoured the Demon Sect, he moved his left hand and shot out two death qi needles as small as cow hair, stabbing the eyes of the disciple of the Devouring Demon Sect, this kind of yin damage trick actually attracted the applause of everyone on the stage.

Qin Chengming was different from those people, he just shook his head lightly and didn't speak.

With the shooting of the death qi needle, this Wang ginseng no longer hid his attack intent.

The aura of death on his long sword was sparkling, but it was a wild roar of death.

At the same time as the black mist and the terrible scream that were stimulated by the Necromantic Sword Technique, dozens of death qi needles as thin as cow hair were fired from his left hand, each of which shot towards the big holes all over the body of the Devouring Demon Sect man.

And the man who devoured the Demon Sect had only one move: Devouring the Demon Ball.

The power of the Devouring Demon Sect man's body burst out, condensing a huge Devouring Demon Ball, his whole person was wrapped in the Demon Ball, without any dead ends, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand moved, piercing the black mist between him and Wang Shen.

At this time, dozens of dead qi needles were densely packed with them, all of which shot at the devouring magic ball, and the spiritual power inside it was swallowed up by the devouring magic ball.

The originally menacing death qi needles turned into tiny long needles without the blessing of spiritual power, and fell to the ground.

At this time, the long sword of the Devouring Demon Sect man also pierced into the black mist, striking with Wang Shen's long sword.

The two had just become entangled, and the originally terrible scream and black mist had all dissipated, and there was no trace of necromantic sword qi on Wang Shen's long sword, and it was obviously a disciple of the Devouring Demon Sect, and he broke the necromantic sword technique with one blow.

When the previous Hehuantang disciple was defeated, the unstoppable boos still echoed in his ears, and Wang Shen didn't want to become the second loser.

But he also knew that the death qi needle as thin as a cow's hair was useless, and the necromantic sword technique he was carrying had only cultivated the first type of death roar, and he couldn't defeat the man who devoured the Demon Sect at all, so he could only do his best to deal with the enemy with a trick he had accidentally learned to self-destruct and cultivate.

Thinking of this, Wang Shen gathered all the spiritual power of death qi into that special meridian, and then ...... Suddenly towards the Devouring Demon Sect disciple opposite him, he shot out hundreds of death qi needles.

The dense needles of dead air, like rain, pounced on the devouring magic ball, but the man inside the devouring magic ball smiled disdainfully, and his smug words spread far and wide: "Is the original demon sect so poor in donkey skills?" ha. ”

Countless people watching the battle, especially those who were betting on Wang Shen, had already begun to shake their heads and their expressions were full of worry when they saw Wang Shen shoot these dead qi needles for the second time.

They were not worried about the life or death of Wang Shen, but worried about whether their blood spirit stones would be lost.

At this time, when they heard the Devouring Demon Sect man shouting such a sentence, they were even more angry, and they began to curse this man, and for a while, the voices on the viewing platform began to be noisy.

Qin Chengming didn't act excessively when they were excited, or when they were anxious at this time, he was still staring at the light and shadow above the ring.

I saw hundreds of dead air needles sprinkled on the devouring magic ball like raindrops, and then clanged and fell to the ground.

Qin Chengming felt that something was wrong in his heart, this Wang ginseng, it was one thing to not cultivate well, but his brain was not bad, and at this time he sent out this dead qi needle, it stands to reason that there should be some changes.

The idea had just come to mind, and the last Dead Breath Needle was imprinted on the Devouring Orb.

Something unexpected happened, this dead qi needle, after touching the devouring magic ball, melted directly into it, and then, the entire devouring demon ball violently vibrated violently, from the inside, directly exploded, countless devouring demon qi, from this round magic ball, escaped.

The Devouring Demon Sect man inside was also stunned, he didn't know what kind of trick this Wang Shen used, he could actually break his Devouring Demon Ball from the inside out.

This scene not only shocked the man, but also shocked everyone watching the battle, especially the crowd who bet on Wang Shen, who immediately shouted to the sky: "Wang Shen is good! I didn't misread you!"

"Senior Brother Wang, I bet fifty Blood Spirit Stones on you!

"My God! I really didn't misunderstand you, Wang Shen! I bet you one hundred and eighty blood spirit stones, if you win, I'll give you a little more!"

"Hmph! It's only one hundred and eighty blood spirit stones, and I've staked a full three thousand blood spirit stones! I'm not betting on Wang Shen, it's the Necromantic Hall!"

"Wow, you're really rich, I just bet ten blood spirit stones......"

Qin Chengming also saw this scene, and like everyone else, Qin Chengming also felt a little incredible, there was such a strange technique that could be broken directly from the inside.

But he didn't participate in the cheers and excitement of others, he just felt that this battle was really too dramatic, and the reversals were continuous, and he continued to watch at this time.

Wang Shen was stunned for a moment when the Devouring Demon Sect man was stunned, and the Necromantic Sword Technique was used again.

The piercing scream directly entered the ears of the Devouring Demon Sect man, and a black sword tip, piercing through the thick black mist, was about to pierce into the chest of the Devouring Demon Sect man.

At this time, countless imprint symbols suddenly flashed on the man's body, and these symbols flashed black, and the devouring demonic qi around him that was about to dissipate was attracted one after another.

These devouring demon qi were all adsorbed on his long sword and palm, and the devouring demon sect man's right hand was blocked with a horizontal sword, and his left hand was already an extremely fast palm print, and it was about to be slapped on Wang Shen's chest and abdomen.

The next scene made Qin Chengming secretly scold Wang Shen for being too bad.

Wang Shen didn't dodge or dodge, he still stabbed forward, if his speed was faster than the speed of the man who devoured the Demon Sect, Qin Chengming had nothing to say.

However, his speed was not as fast as the sword speed of the man who devoured the Demon Sect.

When the tip of Wang Shen's sword was still a palm away from the chest of the Devouring Demon Sect, it had already been caught up by the man's long sword, and as soon as the two swords touched slightly, Wang Shen's long sword immediately showed its decline, and it was unable to resist the long sword wrapped in Devouring Demon Qi at all, and it was suddenly missed.

And the palm of the man who devoured the Demon Sect was also imprinted on Wang Ginseng's chest and abdomen with an extremely speed that Wang Ginseng could not defend against.

"Poof!" Wang Shen was directly slapped by this palm like a kite with a broken string, when he was in the air, a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spray into the sky, he staggered and flew out more than ten meters, and fell directly into the ring, for a long time, he couldn't get up, or the person on duty in the wind and cloud field dragged Wang Shen down.

The Devouring Demon Sect man who was still standing on the stage smiled brightly at this time, revealing a mouth full of white teeth: "Thank you so much to all the colleagues of the Primordial Demon Sect, you gave me tens of thousands of blood spirit stones for nothing, I am Huang Kan, thank you so much!"

This sentence immediately mobilized all the anger on the viewing platform, and some of them were angry when they lost Lingshi, and at this time they scolded Huang Kan.

And Qin Chengming is still reminiscing about this battle.

In Qin Chengming's opinion, this Wang ginseng is a typical cultivator who can't cultivate at home, and the necromancer sword technique, which is extremely powerful in attack, was used by him as an auxiliary means.

He actually relied on these death gas needles as thin as a cow's hair as the main means of attack, it was simply a matter of abandoning the basics, and it was no wonder that he would not be able to defeat this Huang Kan.

Qin Chengming was almost the only one who had been rewarded in this bet, and when he went to the betting table to receive 1,800 blood spirit stones, the eyes of the people around him looked at Qin Chengming, and they simply condensed into a substantial sword.

Huang Kan still stayed in the ring, waiting for the next fighter while making a lot of nonsense.

Those disciples of the Primordial Demon Sect who were watching the battle scolded him.

And what's interesting is that this Huang Kan can use his mouth to fight with a crowd, not falling behind, and scolding a group of people watching the battle into a soft bag that dare not come forward to fight.

This kind of thing happened, which attracted the attention of countless people, and finally, another fighter came to the ring.

This person who responded to the battle was a woman, Qin Chengming knew her, or rather, everyone here knew her.

The person who came to the stage to fight was none other than the Pink Witch, or the Pink Girl.

This woman had already changed her outfit at this time, and she wrapped every skin on her body tightly, without revealing a trace of flesh and skin.

But it's not that smooth wrapping feeling, but some fluffy silk fabric on the outside.

From top to bottom, the white clothes were worn on her body, and the wisps of tassels were also connected from the button on her left placket to the ankle of her right foot.