Parta looked at the old chief Mateus beside him excitedly, but saw a slight tear in his huge one-man eye, and Parta hurriedly asked, "Old chief, why are you crying?" Mateus raised his hand to wipe away his tears, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I'm happy, I'm happy to see Piyush today, well, I'm also worthy of the dead seniors, old man, I brought the dolls up again." ”

"Well, don't worry!" Parta held the old chief's dry hand tightly and said vigorously, "Don't worry, with me and the big chief, we won't be able to cross the Gegengar tent!" All eyes were on the room again.

At this moment, the Bishma (slave) in the field took the first step to pounce on the top of the head of the angry thorn porcupine, and it turned out that when they were just stepping together, Bishma (slave) risked to take the middle lane with the light weapon in his hand, and took a step before the two crystal balls shot to grab a middle position, and stepped up to Bishma (slave) and jumped out towards the angry thorn porcupine.

Bang! Bang! Two white crystal balls burst behind Bishma, who also thrust himself into the air above the head of the angry porcupine.

Bishma (slave) held the weapon in his hand high above his head, this is a shining black gold word pestle, a word pestle is made of Xiang Yin Mountain's newly produced vajra armor, the pestle is about three feet long, the middle is like a short stick, there is a hammer head at both ends that is slightly larger than the fist, and the whole weapon only has a strong rune.

As the Bishma (slave) figure fell, the weapon in his hand slammed down on the head of the angry stabbing porcupine.

Boom! Under such a full blow from Bishma (slave), there was also a crisp sound at the head of the angry stabbing porcupine, and with a very slight cracking sound of bones, the angry stabbing porcupine suddenly raised its head and roared, whoa! Bishma (slave) was swept high to the side.

Immediately following the figure of Bishma (slave) being thrown away, Piyush's amphora war hammer also smashed over, and Piyush was slightly slower due to the weight of the weapon, and was directly slapped away by the oncoming pig's head.

Thump! Thump! After two muffled thuds, Piyush and Bishma (slaves) slammed into the stone wall on the right side of the field and bounced off the ground.

Burst! A mouthful of blood spurted out of Piyush, "Brother, are you alright?" Bishma (slave) cast a concerned gaze.

Piyush had just taken a hard blow, and the injury was much greater than that of Nabishma, and the troll, who was waiting for the second game on the sidelines, looked at the arena with a sneer and commented from time to time.

"Do you think they can win this game?" The subordinate on the side raised a cup of Blood Demon Drink above his head with both hands. Troll-Beam raised his neck and put the blood demon drink into his mouth, threw the copper cup in his hand to the ground with a snap, pointed at the angry stabbing porcupine in the field and said, "No play, they will definitely die this time!" ”

"You didn't see that big guy," he said, gesturing to the ground beneath his feet, "What is this place?" Gambling arena! Only one party can leave alive, you look at the big guy's rough skin and thick flesh, just the little wooden stick in the hand of my little henchman, hehe," sneered and shook his head, "I tell you that even if the angry porcupine stands there and does not move, he can't kill the other party." The words were full of disdain, "unless ......"

In the end, the troll-Beame made a long note and looked around at the entourage guards around him, and when he saw this situation, these guys who were used to slapping their beards and flattering them immediately came to their senses and shouted, "Master! Say it! Tell the little ones about it! Unless what? How can I win? There was a coaxing, and the sound of whiskers and horses was continuous.

Troll-Beam didn't see much of the atmosphere there, and that's it, ahem! Cough! Clearing his throat, he spoke, "Unless Piyush hits the same part of the pigeon's head twice with the amphora in his middle hand, it will be hum!" I don't want to inflict any fatal injuries on him.

And if it drags on into a protracted battle, the angry porcupine will rely on the long thorns on its back, and the white gas spewing out of its nose can play them to death. It's no fun. Hearing this, the entourage below shouted, laughter and laughter came one after another, and some people shouted to the hippie smiling faces in the venue, "How about it, or kill yourself, and save yourself from suffering here and being ashamed." Shame on the gods and demons, hahaha! Prepare the megalithic tombstones! ”

With the burst of laughter in the air, it was a good sound. The demons of the other tribes in the surrounding stands threw the spars in their hands in pieces, and all bet that Piyush and Bishma (slaves) would lose. In the blink of an eye, less than 30,000 lower-grade spars were added to the stone monument in the south, and there were already more than 80,000 lower-grade spars together, all betting that they would lose.

A mysterious man in a black robe looked down, then a sneer appeared on his lips, and he raised his eyes to look at the other side.

On the other hand, Amriit, who was on the viewing platform to the north, looked at it calmly, and when he saw the eyes projected from the other side, he just tilted his head and smiled in the direction of the mysterious man, as if he was enjoying a wonderful song and dance performance.

When the mysterious man saw this, he snorted heavily and muttered, "Good! When these two little ones die here, I think you'll still be able to laugh. The mysterious man suddenly shouted to the subordinates beside him, "Tell the Snow Mountain Department below, and the Snow Holy Department will once again jointly pledge 10,000 lower-grade spars." ”

When the people of the other tribes around saw a statue of a nine-armed mid-level demon venerable in front of the stone tablet, they even heard someone shouting: "The Snow Mountain Department, the Snow Saint Department once again jointly pledged 10,000 lower-grade spars!" "Now the bet that Piyush and Bishma (slaves) will lose as much as 90,000 low-grade spars.

Seeing that the Snow Mountain Department and the Snow Saint raised the bet again, it was like cold water into an oil pot, which immediately caused the demons on the surrounding field to stand up excitedly, waving their arms and roaring wildly towards the field, "Ula! Ulla! Kill these two crawlies! Crush these two cowards to the ground! The angry porcupine rushes over, and this is your breakfast for today! Go ahead! Grandpa's money bag is rattling, hahaha! ”

"Bastard!" Piyush's eyes glared angrily at his tribe, and a flame of anger burned in his chest.

Bishma (slave) chuckled and patted him on the shoulder to reassure, "Don't be annoyed, our opponent is there!" As he spoke, he pointed his finger at the angry stabbing porcupine on the opposite side, and said, "I'll go up and down later, and when I see the opportunity, you can give this big guy a bit, don't worry, we will definitely let this group of bastards lose their money today." ”

"Hmm!" Hearing this, Piyush nodded heavily.

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"Do you want us to raise too?" The subordinate next to Amrit woke up, but Amrit waved his hand lightly and said: "No, what I need is strong arms and unwavering determination, this gamble is the touchstone, but well, we still have to add some color to these two little guys to be more interesting, hahaha!" ”

As he spoke, he raised his voice an octave, and said loudly: "Pass my word, let the whole audience hear, if these two little guys can get out of the gambling arena alive, I will take out all the bets and the spars I won this time and give them away." and invited them to join the Celestial Tribe's personal guard. ”

When this explosive news came out, it did not cause any reaction outside the venue, but some of the demon clans of the tribe were muttering something to each other, and the mysterious person on the viewing platform opposite shook his head with a smile, and then tilted his head to look at Ding Qingkun beside him, pointed to the viewing platform opposite and whispered: "Do you know what this is called?" Without waiting for Ding Qingkun to answer, the mysterious man asked and replied to himself: "This is called borrowing flowers to offer Buddha and wishful thinking, hehe!" ”

Inside the arena was a different scene, with a greedy look radiating from Piyush's eyes, he glanced at the stone monuments in the north and south, and the crystal clear statue of the nine-armed mid-rank demon general seemed to be beckoning to him.

The uncontrollable Piyush swallowed his saliva, after so many years, think about it, Gegengar's account is getting poorer and poorer, hum! Look at the hateful faces of the bastards around you, phew! , Piyush spat viciously, but in his heart he was looking forward to, bet, continue, wait for a while these hedrons will all belong to our brothers.

Bishma (slave) smiled and shook his head, there was no trace of turmoil in his heart, he was in the Tiansuan Academy, he had seen more than this, not to mention that his status was much lower than that of Piyush, he was a slave, if he wanted to prove that he could, he had to speak with strength, and he didn't want the identity of a spar or an ordinary demon soldier.

No! I'm going to be a demon commander in Bishma (slave), and I'm going to let my statue enter the temple of gods and demons!" I, Bishma (slave), want to step on the throne of the demon commander as a slave, this will be the only thing in the gods and demons, I believe, I will be able to do it! Bishma (slave) gritted his teeth and glared angrily at the angry stabbing porcupine in front of him, this is my ladder of promotion, come on, then use your bones to achieve my demon handsome supreme!

At this moment, the angry thorn porcupine in the field also stared at the blood-red eyes, and the two hind hooves trampled on the ground, and the pig's head was facing the direction of Yush and Bishma (slave), and a low roar came out of his mouth, whoa! Oh!

"Be careful!" Bishma (slave) reminded loudly. Before he could finish speaking, the angry porcupine suddenly moved, crushing towards Piyush and Bishma (slaves) like a mountain. The ground shook violently and rumbled.

Seeing such a scene, there was an exclamation from the surrounding watching, and some people even covered their eyes, once they were hit under such a high-speed impact, it would be fatal, but the two of the demon soldiers had no chance of survival, and even said that they would be thrown away and then trampled into flesh just by being touched, and the impact of the angry porcupine was too fierce.

Hehe! The mysterious man on the viewing platform also chuckled when he saw it, and ordered his subordinates, "Prepare to get the lottery we won today, hey, it's only fifteen thousand." "It's boring!" Then he shook his head and muttered, "It looks like the days of the Heavenly Demon Mansion haven't been easy recently, hahahaha!" Ding Qingkun also hurriedly agreed.