Thirteen figures stood in mid-air. Thirteen magic spears formed a fan-shaped shape to wrap Mu Zifeng and Elder Yuwen and his party in it.

One of them was wearing silver armor, with a three-inch-long scar on his right forehead, and his black, yellow, blue, red, blue, and green six-colored magic pupils were shining, and the whole person looked majestic and murderous.

"It's the eldest prince and the law enforcement team from the City Lord's Mansion who have arrived. ”

"I heard that the eldest prince is a seventh-order peak magician, and the law enforcement team of the City Lord's Mansion is all of the strength of a fifth-order magician or above, so it's lively to watch now!"

The onlookers chattered and buzzed like a motor.

Fan Yicheng took two steps forward and clasped his fists in salute, "The eldest prince has been lost for a long time?"

"Who are you?" said the eldest prince with a gloomy face.

"The small one is Fan Yicheng, the young master of the Disha Gate, and on the order of my father, Fan Yi, the master of the Disha Gate, I specially brought Elder Yuwen Barberry to make a special trip to treat the thirteen sons. ”

Hearing that he had come to treat his thirteenth brother, the eldest prince's face softened slightly.

"But ......" Fan Yicheng glanced at the eldest prince and saw that his attitude had eased before he spoke.

"But what?" the eldest prince raised his eyebrows, "How dare you openly violate the rules of Mosa City that prohibit the use of force?"

"It's all the villain's fault. Fan Yicheng paused, "It was that Terran kid who stopped Elder Yuwen, saying that the Thirteenth Prince deserved it and was not worth treating." Xiao was angry and made a move, and asked the eldest prince to punish him. "Fan Yicheng's set of lies is justified.

He sneered and glanced at Mu Zifeng, and said in his heart: "Boy, fight with me, I'll use my mouth to play you to death!" He knew that the eldest prince of the City Lord's Mansion was extremely simple-minded, known as a tendon, and the eldest prince had a good personal relationship with the thirteenth prince, so that he didn't have to do it himself, the eldest prince could destroy Mu Zifeng in minutes.

"A good trick for the wicked to sue first, the disaster will move eastward, and sow discord. Mu Zifeng clenched his fists, and the green tendons on the back of his hands bulged.

"Playing tricks, that's your master's patent, okay!"

The eldest prince was really fooled.

The tip of the spear pointed at Mu Zifeng, and said, "Okay, you are a personal rat generation, your uncle, see if this son doesn't kill you!" As he spoke, the magic spear stabbed at Mu Zifeng, and a spear shadow eight feet long was wrapped in the hunting wind, enveloping Mu Zifeng's whole person under the shadow of the gun.

As soon as Lei Hu came up, he used all his strength, and he didn't leave a back hand at all.

"Break it for me!" Mu Zifeng snorted softly, his right hand turned into a palm, and he also used his only martial art, and blasted at the shadow of the gun with all his strength.

Since your eldest son is indiscriminate, there is no need for Mu Zifeng to explain, isn't it just a war, who is afraid of whom.

Taking advantage of Fan Yicheng's conversation with Lei Hu, he also took the healing pill handed over by Zi Lan, his breath was slightly even, his slightly collapsed chest was already bulging, and his magic power had recovered about eighty and a half percent.

"Boom-"

The shadow of the spear and the shadow of the palm were like two meteorites, colliding fiercely together. The strong wind that was set off spread out in all directions, destroying the withering and decaying.

The already dilapidated walls of Juxiang Building were hit hard by this and became even more crumbling.

The onlookers all quickly retreated, and it was not until they withdrew from the distance that they breathed a sigh of relief, and their faces couldn't help but show a shocked expression, and even the first-order demon master Yuwen Barberry squinted his eyes, and his expression became solemn.

After a violent collision, the figures of the two separated, and it was half a catty against eight taels, regardless of victory or defeat.

"Oh, good boy, you dare to fight back, it's brave enough. The eldest prince turned the gun, whined, turned the gun into a stick, and smashed it at Mu Zifeng with a whin.

"Open it for me!" Mu Zifeng put his palms on the shelf, the magic power of his body poured into his upper arms, and his body strengthened by the wind tunnel glowed with fluorescence, and he took the eldest son's move.

"Bang!"

The barrel of the gun smashed into Mu Zifeng's arms, and a sour and numb feeling flowed like an electric current, but his arms only trembled, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The eldest prince's moves were also broken by him.

"Boy, it's really peeing!" the eldest son's tone was faintly mixed with a strange emotion.

The two fought for more than 20 rounds of "ping pong", but they didn't even win or lose.

On the other hand, Juxiang Building was razed to the ground by the two.

In fact, the strength of the eldest prince is only slightly higher than the wind demon beast that Mu Zifeng encountered, if Mu Zifeng didn't take Yuwen Barberry's palm and do his best, it would not be impossible to defeat him, but he couldn't do that, especially when he peeked at Fan Yicheng's villain's ambition, he couldn't let his conspiracy succeed.

Mu Zifeng pondered countermeasures while fighting. For a tendon like the eldest son Lei Hu, you have to outwit it.

"Stop, stop fighting. After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, Mu Zifeng retreated.

"It's having fun, why don't you fight?" said Lei Hu Weng.

"It's not interesting for the two of us to fight for so long, why don't you make a bet?"

Mu Zifeng had already known from Moorman's mouth that in addition to being belligerent, people in the Demon Realm also had a hobby of gambling, and Demon Cultivation was afraid that he couldn't do without gambling for a day.

"Bet, what bet?" the eldest prince's six-colored pupils showed a hint of doubt.

"Master Fan Shaomen, what did Elder Yuwen say that he could cure the illness of the Thirteenth Prince, I stopped him and didn't let him treat it. As for me, say that I didn't stop it, what's the point of these arguments?" Mu Zifeng deliberately said something tongue-twisting.

The eldest prince scratched the back of his head, but he didn't react.

"I don't think it's better to do this, let me make a bet with Fan Shaomen, and bother the eldest son to be a witness. ”

"Bet on what?" the eldest prince was really interested.

"Just bet that this Elder Yuwen of the Huangli Sect can't cure the illness of the Thirteenth Prince, but I can. ”

When Mu Zifeng said this, his back was straight, his chin was raised, and he looked lonely.

"Hey, that's kind of interesting. The eldest prince really looked at Mu Zifeng secretly, not knowing how to decide.

"Looks like we need to get more fire. He thought to himself.

"I heard that the eldest prince hopes that the thirteenth prince will get better, I bet with Fan Shaomen, no matter whether you win or lose, the one who benefits is the eldest prince and the thirteenth prince. Mu Zifeng was moved with affection.

Although he had fought with the eldest prince Lei Hu for nearly fifty rounds, and had a slap with Yuwen Barberry before, Mu Zifeng's clothes were torn in many places, his hair was also covered with dust, and there were still blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but his body was as straight as a javelin. Because his father once taught him that as a man, blood can flow, but the waist must not collapse.

This otherworldly state immediately won the respect of Lei Hu.

A passion for sympathy also burned in Lei Hu's eyes.

"What?, hehe," Fan Yicheng sneered, "You really dare to say it, and you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue, just you, a pariah, can cure the thirteen princes?" he pouted and said very disdainfully.

"Do you dare to bet?" Mu Zifeng looked at Fan Yicheng defiantly.

Fan Yicheng glanced at Yuwen Barberry, saw that the latter squeezed his eyes at him, and nodded slightly, he immediately came to his senses, his chest straightened, and said: "Dare, why don't you dare, there is nothing that the master of this young sect does not dare to do." ”

Zilan tugged at Mu Zifeng's sleeve, shook her head, and whispered: "Brother Mu, that thirteenth prince's illness is very strange, and he has almost found the best Dan master in the whole Demon Sa City, but he is helpless, you ......"

"It's okay, I've got it. Mu Zifeng smiled at Zilan.

"What's the stake?" Fan Yicheng became arrogant again.

"Five million low-grade magic crystals, plus the loss of Juxiang Tower. Except, of course, for the rewards of the City Lord's Mansion. ”

"Ben Shao knows that you are a poor ghost, so don't want the magic crystal, if you can't cure the illness of the thirteenth prince, I want you to judge yourself, in order to thank the crime of colliding with the eldest prince and the law enforcement team. Fan Yicheng's yin words made people get goosebumps.

"It's not fair. Zilan tugged at the corner of Mu Zifeng's clothes and motioned him to weigh it again, "If Mu Zifeng loses, he will also lose five million." ”

"Miss Zilan, you haven't passed the door yet, you feel sorry for this adulterer?" Fan Yicheng said sarcastically.

"You...... Nonsense!" Zi Lan blushed, and her fiery red hair stood on end, like a fighting.

But after all, he was too young and thin-skinned, and Fan Yicheng's sarcasm, she had no means to fight back, and she couldn't even speak coherently.

"Good. I promise you!" a cold light flashed in Mu Zifeng's eyes.

"It seems that this Fan Yicheng is determined to put himself to death, it just so happens that I, Mu Zifeng, am not a good person, and I will kill him if I have the opportunity. He made up his mind.

"You ......" Zilan was so anxious that she stomped her little feet, looked at Mu Zifeng, and looked like she had been betrayed, "Hmph! The old lady doesn't care!" Her face was white for a while and red for a while.

Mu Zifeng gave Zi Lan a reassuring expression, "Eldest Prince, how about the time set in three days?" he turned to Lei Hu and spoke.

"No, in three days, you'll probably be gone. Fan Yicheng was the first to stand up against it.

"Then when do you say it?" Mu Zifeng raised his eyebrows, he had long been impatient with this Fan Yicheng. If it weren't for everyone in front of everyone, he would have let Quan Lao possess him and send him back to his grandmother's house.

"Well, it's not impossible to do it for three days, but you have to find a guarantor, if you run away, then the guarantor will have to pay the bet for you, and you have to accept the punishment of the city lord's mansion!"

"What a trick to draw salary!"

"This is so vicious!"

The onlookers began to talk again.

"This ......" Mu Zifeng looked at Zilan, in this Demon City, he only knew the Fuwei Dart Bureau's forces.

"Okay!" Zilan bit her lip and paused for a full minute. "Eldest Prince, our Fuwei Dart Bureau is willing to be a guarantee!" she stared at a pair of pretty eyes.

"Thank you!" Mu Zifeng clenched Zilan's soft wattle, which shocked the latter's delicate body, and his little face instantly turned into a ripe apple.

"Hehe, you Terran boy, it's a little interesting, that's it. However, I also have a condition, if you can't cure my thirteenth brother, you have to fight with me before you cut yourself, and my son hasn't had a fight yet. Lei Hu showed his white teeth and spoke slyly at Mu Zifeng.

"This martial idiot. Mu Zifeng secretly scolded Lei Hu in his heart, but said: "You must obey your fate." ”

"Okay, let's disperse, let's disperse. Lei Hu ordered the law enforcement team to disperse the crowd.

Because he heard the content of the bet between Mu Zifeng and Fan Yicheng, and the eldest son as a guarantor, the boss of Juxianglou did not trouble Mu Zifeng and others.

"Hmph!" Fan Yicheng snorted coldly, made a head-killing gesture at Mu Zifeng, and led Yuwen Barberry and his party to shake away proudly.

......

Mu Zifeng, the boy of the human race, and the young master of the Earth Demon Sect bet on the news of treating the thirteenth prince three days later, like having wings, and soon flew all over the streets and alleys of Mosa City, not only with a bet of five million magic crystals, especially Mu Zifeng also gambled with his life. It makes this news even more interesting. The people of the demon world are already good at gambling, and as soon as this earth-shattering gamble came out, it was rumored to be full of wind and rain and boiling in the city.

And one of the protagonists of the story, Mu Zifeng, took the rare opportunity of quiet to quietly retreat and heal by himself. made Zilan, who secretly prepared a wildebeest for Mu Zifeng and tried to send him away quietly, hated it so much that the roots of his teeth itched.