"Wang's move, right? Look at my Chongming spiritual power, how powerful it is, can I make a move under your hands!"

Zu Jie's flame burned the sword, reflecting his gaze like a torch, he laughed fiercely, the blade rolled up the wind and waves, and the crimson spiritual power rolled towards Yingzhang!

This sword qi, like the air baked by the sun in the middle of summer, was extremely hot, burning many spectators in the stands, and their faces were hot.

"One move, never miss the appointment!"

Ying Zhang smiled evilly, clenched his hands, and immediately, dark spiritual power filled his arms, and there seemed to be wings born behind him.

The spiritual power of the black dragon awakened, and under the jacket, the power of the black dragon tattoo also became restless, and the blood of Ying Zhang's whole body erupted, and from the totem, it escaped to the surrounding air, and Ying Zhang looked like the owner of the spiritual power, which was terrifying.

"Boom!"

The living fire on Zu Jie's sword blade seemed to have encountered a natural nemesis, which was eroded and exploded, and the spiritual power in his body was extinguished by the flood, and he was defeated in an instant, and then he was shocked by this powerful energy and flew out more than ten meters.

"Oh my God!"

"What is this!"

From the audience's point of view, Yingzhang's spiritual power is several times stronger than Zu Jie's, and that power shocks people's hearts with a sense of fear.

Although Zu Jie's heavy spiritual power was strong, when he encountered that unknown power, he couldn't exert it at all, and he had to fail miserably.

On Zu Jie's body, the black flame had not been extinguished, his chest was hit hard, his face was pale, he completely lost the domineering momentum just now, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his voice was intermittent:

"I ...... I throw in the towel, under ...... Admire it below!"

At this time, Ying Zhang's qi and blood were full, his spiritual power skyrocketed, and his eyes seemed to be flashing with black flames, and his combat power was mobilized at this time, except for the two innate runes, the other powers were exerted to the extreme, and the belligerent intent was undoubtedly revealed.

The black dragon rune on his chest also followed Ying Zhang's momentum, and his spiritual power went up, and on the top of his head, a black dragon like a substance was condensed, and Ying Zhang's state reached its peak at this time, and he shouted:

"Who else!"

In the next three games, Win Zhang, without exception, lost his opponent in one move.

"Horrible! horrible!"

Many knowledgeable veteran martial artists watched Yingzhang's gambling battle, and their eyes flashed with a strong look of horror.

"Won't this person's spiritual power be exhausted?"

Every time Ying Zhang encountered an opponent, he didn't seem to use all his strength, just one move, he was able to burst out the power of the Perfection Realm martial artist, and it was like a bamboo, irresistible.

And in fact, not to mention whether the spiritual power will be reduced, even if you use most of it, relying on the "Heaven Conquering Xuanlong Sutra", you can refill it in a short time.

Manager Qiu cautiously looked at the elder who was watching Ying Zhang on the stage, and didn't even dare to take a breath of air.

Long Yue looked at Ying Zhang, who had lost his opponent in one move, silently, and after a while, he raised his head to look at Manager Qiu, and said lightly:

"After this Wang Zhang's gambling battle is completed, please invite him to see me! Such a talent, my Black Jiao Society will never let him slip away!"

Manager Qiu immediately bent down and said respectfully: "Don't worry, the president!"

Long Yue nodded and left the gladiatorial arena.

"This guy is kind of interesting. ”

Sitting in a luxurious box with the best position in the entire gladiatorial arena, a young man in brocade clothes smiled slightly.

This young man was the same Wei Yicai who took Master Lu Fu to the Liu family before, and there was something evil in his smile.

Behind him was a middle-aged man with sunken temples and a fierce face.

If you look closely, there is also a scar on its face from the forehead to the corner of the mouth, like a centipede crawling on the face, which looks creepy.

At this time, he was squinting slightly, as if he was indifferent.

But even so, the aura exuded by the middle-aged man is indeed a martial artist of the Perfection Realm!

And a young man sitting opposite him, with a hint of banter on his white face, said:

"What's going on, Brother Wei, do you feel a hint of threat?"

This person has bright eyes and a handsome silhouette, it is Zhan Zihao.

"Threat?" Wei Yicai's eyes were arrogant, and his lips crossed a trace of arc:

"There is a world of difference between the Zhenhua Realm and the Yuan Dao Realm, and you don't know it. If you want to threaten me, you can ascend to the Perfection Realm first!"

Wei Yicai was twenty-five years old at the time, and he had already reached the level of the middle stage of the Zhenhua Realm, and he was the undisputed first person among the three masters of Fucheng. Even among the young people of the whole city, he is the most powerful figure.

He is in the Wei family, he is the pillar of the younger generation, and in the hundred years of the Wei family, he is the first martial artist who can advance to the Zhenhua realm at the age of forty.

Even in many things, even the Wei family heads and elders had to listen to his advice.

Compared to him, that Wei Yichen, even if he cultivated, he had reached the early stage of the Yuan Dao Realm, but he was really a waste-like person.

"Hehe, that's it. Zhan Zihao also smiled: "Then in the pool fight in a few days, Brother Wei is going to win the first place again, right?"

"Hmph. When Wei Yicai heard this, he snorted indifferently and said arrogantly: "Isn't that nonsense, do you need to say it?"

A hint of gloom flashed in Zhan Zihao's eyes, and he was angry at Wei Yicai's arrogance in his heart.

Although he and Wei Yicai are listed as the top three heroes of the city, Wei Yicai's light perfectly covers him.

Even Long Ye of the Black Jiao Society, whose strength is in the late stage of the Yuan Dao Realm, is one level higher than him.

He had just stepped into the Zhenhua Realm through the penance he had gone to other places a while ago, and he could be regarded as having obtained a ticket to the top martial arts. But Wei Yicai has long been a powerhouse in the middle of the Zhenhua Realm who has been famous for a long time, and when the two were compared, Zhan Zihao was instantly compared.

In fact, it's not that Zhan Zihao is too wasteful, but that Wei Yicai is too strong, the Wei family has been the leader of the major families in Fucheng since a hundred years ago, and talents are naturally produced, and the Zhan family is the new family in recent decades.

The strength of the two is just like the comparison of the strength of Wei Yicai and Zhan Zihao.

But Zhan Zihao still wants to take Wei Yicai's head as a leader, and said with a smile:

"However, this time Chi Dou may be of great significance. The next time the whole city will be in the alliance, we will test the pressure on the Youyun Sect, now, let's find out the bottom first!"

"Yes!" Wei Yicai's eyes danced with flames, "And the Liu family, if you dare to betray my plan and throw yourself into the Youyun Sect, then I will let you know what regret is!"

"But now...... Wei Yicai turned his head and said politely to the middle-aged man behind him:

"Third uncle, please go and try the Wang Zhang above!"

Wei Yicai sneered: "When my father was young, he was able to win nine games in a row, this kid who doesn't know where he came from, actually dared to touch the red line of these nine games!"

Wei Yicai's father is the current head of the Wei family, and he is also the only strong person in the Wei family's spiritual ascending realm, Wei Futong.

It is precisely with Wei Futong in charge that the Wei family has been able to prosper for decades, because the powerhouse of the Spirit Ascension Realm is this Yunyang Mansion City, a zenith star-like existence.

As for the other wealthy forces, although there are also a few powerhouses in the Spirit Ascension Realm, they are far inferior to the Wei family in terms of the number of martial artists in the Zhenhua Realm, so the comprehensive strength of the Wei family can far surpass the Zhan family, the Xue family, and so on.

The middle-aged man known as the third uncle is Wei Yicai's third uncle, named Wei Fulin, and his strength in the early stage of the Zhenhua Realm can also be ranked in the top ten in the Wei family.

Wei Fulin slowly opened his eyes, sneered, the corners of his mouth twitched at the scar and trembled slightly, and said:

"Okay, I just haven't done it for a long time, this kid has won four games in a row, and he dares to make an inch, so let me kill his majesty!"