It's just that at this moment, the duel in the field is still going on. Piyush and Bishma (slaves), who had just quit the warband, took a short break and teamed up to fight back again.

One left and one right, the first to rush into the battle group is Bishma (slave), only to see its figure flashed and then killed in front of the demon soldiers again, although there is no weapon in the hand, but Bishma (slave) is confident that there is no need for any weapons to deal with these so-called high-level demon soldiers, and suddenly the sea of consciousness in the vigorous reckless cow pattern and rock armor pattern flickered one after another, and a surging and majestic blood force gushed out from the dantian, and instantly flowed through the thirty-six (large) points around the body and then converged on the right arm.

Then the right arm of the Bishma (slave) began to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the muscles on it tumbled, whew! Call! Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over the gambling arena, and the demons on the spectator table couldn't help but look up, only to see that the clouds in the air began to gather and contract, bang! After a loud bang, all the clouds suddenly exploded from the center, and a huge vortex appeared in the air, and blood-red lightning slashed down from the vortex.

Quack! Quack! The lightning struck all the Bishma (slaves), and all they heard was a roar of rage from the sky, "Ula! With the roar, I saw the five fingers of his right palm come together into a fist, click! Click! The fist shone with a metallic sheen and made a sound like the grinding of fine iron. Looking at the arm above the fist, it was more than several times more inflated than just now.

What the! At this moment, he actually broke through to the level of a lower-level demon general in battle? The mysterious man was startled and hurriedly leaned in to look into the field.

Ding Qingkun on the side also looked at the arena with his head tilted, and muttered, "Which one is he cultivating?" It looks like its arm is like a Hercules demon, but its fist is as hard as steel, which is like the road of the armored rock demon, I don't understand, I really don't understand? ”

"Nope! No! Probably neither. The mysterious man eagerly denied it.

At this moment, the demons on the surrounding spectator seats also stood up one after another, looking towards the field blankly, they didn't expect such a young general to break through in battle, but what kind of demon body did he cultivate? No one can understand this.

Parta, who was in the sideline rest area, was even more ecstatic when he saw all this, waving his arms excitedly and roaring, "Ula! Ulla! "Cheer for your brother and the Bishma (slave). But the blue wolf on the side, Ancabi, smelled the food like a hungry jackal, and lightly leaned in front of the little furball and asked in a low voice, "How much is this?" ”

"Huh?" What little furball was stunned for a moment when asked, then pointed to the tin in his arms and asked, "You ask this?" ”

"Nope! No! Blue Wolf Ankabi looked at the little furball with a smile on his face, his eyes radiated a greedy gaze, and he pointed back at the Bishma (slave) who had just completed the transformation in the field and asked: "How much is he, or what are the requirements, little fox fairy, you can mention it, I Bishma (slave) must have nothing else to say." ”

The little furball seemed to suddenly point to the bishma (slave) in the field and asked, "Are you asking about his transformation?"

Blue Wolf Ancabi nodded eagerly and said, "That's right, this is it. Then he leaned a little closer and said half-jokingly: "Little fox fairy, don't tell me that you don't know this!" "Yes, the rest of the story is blocked.

But Wolf Ancabi still underestimated the thickness of Little Furball's skin. I saw the latter chuckle and nodded, "This time it's for you to guess, I really don't know much about this, and when the Bishma (slave) comes down, you can ask in person, will you understand?" And this price," Xiao Maoqiu shrugged his shoulders and pushed away, "I'm still too young, and I don't know much about those things, you still ask your godmother, oh, it's my second mother Liang Quehong." ”

"Good! Good! Maintaining a smile on his face, Wolf Ankka nodded, and slowly sat back down. The mouth responded, "Okay, when I'm done with the work in front of me, I'll ask, little fox fairy, you have to say a few more kind words for me in front of your second mother!" But in my heart, I was scolding: You little brute, big slippery head, hum! Let me ask that stinky cousin, when I get to her, even if it's a piece of mud, she can be praised by her as a flower, I bah!

Troll-Beamm looked angrily at the Bishma (slave) who was like a god and demon descending from the field, and his heart burned with jealousy, turned his head to look at the little furball waiting in the rest area, gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart: That little beast actually gave this bastard everything that belonged to me, damn! Go back and let my dad find it and settle the account!

And at this moment, Bishma (slave) punched the head of the demon soldier in front of him away, and without waiting for the dead body to fall to the ground, he jumped into the air on tiptoe, stepped on the heads of several demon soldiers with his feet, and then jumped forward, with a series of afterimages had come to the side of the whip blood demon, and waved his right fist at the whip blood demon to strike.

But suddenly, Bishma (slave) felt a tightness behind his back, and some white light spots flashed beside him, broken! Bishma (slave) was frightened in his heart, and hurriedly retreated and jumped out to the side, which was five or six feet away, so dangerous! As soon as he left, the two thick pillars of light enveloped the position where he had just stood, and even the Whip Blood Demon on the side was not spared.

Just as Bishma (slave) was stunned, a vicious wind suddenly hit the back of his head. Bishma (slave) hurriedly rolled forward twice in a row, and picked up his own sky-high pestle from the ground.

With this series of actions of Bishma (slave), it immediately attracted the attention of most of the demon soldiers and demon generals around him. And at this moment, the two one-eyed demons not far away suddenly jumped into the air, the huge eyes on their foreheads were completely opened, and the target was still Bishma (slave), and at the same time, several high-level demon soldiers threw all the giant axes in their hands, and the target was also Bishma (slave).

The attack was not over, and the three wind mad demons in the air, with a big mouth, and three huge black skulls exuding a foul smell and a fishy smell, and they also pounced on the wind Bishma (slave).

"Hahaha!" Seeing Bishma (slave) locked by so many attacks, Troll-Beamm laughed wildly, "Phew! Little bastard, so I don't think you're dead! Troll-Bhim cursed viciously.

But at this moment, Bishma's eyes were shining with gold, and his heart was even more ecstatic, because he had already seen the figure of the troll-Bhim, the arrogant and always pretentious dog mongrel! He was less than twenty zhang in front of him, and Bishma (slave) was silently muttering in his heart, my master, don't worry, hum! Hum! Don't worry, your good follower will be waiting for you right away.

Suddenly, the vigorous reckless cow pattern and rock armor pattern in the sea of Bishma (slave) consciousness were all extinguished, the muscles of the right arm were also retracted, and the right fist as hard as fine iron also changed back to its original state, but all the skin around Bishma (slave) suddenly showed a light blue color, and the vision in the air appeared again, and a blue lightning shrouded Bishma (slave) again!

What the! At this moment, even Amriit, who was on the north side, was shocked, suddenly got up, and looked at the field blankly, anxious in his heart, no! No! No! I'm going to hold back, Amriit forced himself to calm down, not yet. At this moment, Amriit was very eager to see his stepsister again, and wanted to ask him in person, what the hell is going on, how can Bishma (slave) cultivate three demon bodies at the same time, this is incredible.

On the viewing platform on the north side, the mysterious man was even more surprised and speechless for a long time, and then turned his head to look at Ding Qingkun behind him blankly, and asked coldly: "This is what you call cleverness, a trick to trick your eyes?" ”

At this time, Ding Qingkun was also stunned, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were even bigger than beans, he never thought that Bishma (slave) could cultivate three kinds of demon bodies at the same time, this kind of thing is rare for the gods and demons, not to mention that if there are no accidents in the three types of cultivation and two kinds of concurrents, they will definitely be able to cultivate to the realm of middle-level demon generals in the future, and it is not unthinkable if there are some creation demon commanders.

How? Is it just watching Amrit take him under his command? No! Never! The mysterious man pointed to Ding Qingkun on the side and said in an unusually cold tone: "The matter at the southern foot of Xiangyin Mountain, I will give you thirty days for you to give me to solve it, do you understand?" He stared at Ding Qingkun with his eyes.

At this moment, Ding Qingkun broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, and hurriedly bowed his head to answer, "It's just ......" hesitated to say his unspeakable secrets, "Chang Fengmao, the lord of the Saimen City, is in cahoots with that guy, and at present, with the strength of my Ding family, I am afraid ......that I am going to fight alone" At this time, Ding Qingkun was full of bitterness.

"Humph! Rubbish! The mysterious man was very dissatisfied and sat back in his seat with the sleeves of his robe, looked at Ding Qingkun in front of him for a long time without saying a word, and after waiting for a long time, the mysterious man finally suppressed the anger in his heart a little, but he still couldn't help but point at Ding Qingkun with his hand and scolded angrily, "Although the blood pattern spirit milk you sent last time, and the Yingpro medicine powder this time, are extremely precious things, but they were all made by that little beast, you!" What did you come up with? ”

Angry, the mysterious man pointed at Ding Qingkun and then roared angrily: "More than half a year has passed now, what about your blood pattern spirit milk?" I let you occupy that Yin Mountain for so long, and I didn't get a single hair, why did people occupy it for less than a year before they became prosperous, and the treasures continued? Explain it to me, huh! ”

Ding Qingkun is also extremely depressed at the moment, why? I, Ding, really want to ask why this sky is this? Where the hell did that little brute come up with so many tricks, but ...... Ding Qingkun only dared to defend in a low voice, "This is all caused by the internal instability of the Blood Demon Clan, if I had followed my previous suggestion, I would have arrested that little beast and tortured him severely, I am afraid that you have already ascended to the Great Treasure at this time." ”

"Alright! No more excuses. At this time, the mysterious man was also angry, annoyed that the blood demon clan's affairs were not good.

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