This time, everyone's eyes widened to see if the mysterious scaly angel had been smashed in the head, or if Augs had flown out of the tavern again.

Augs held the wine glass and smashed it down, looking like it was about to hit his head, although the wine glass was wooden, but under the power of Augs, the lethality was not as bad as a hard stone.

Ron suddenly reached out a finger and gently pressed it against the smashed glass.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Augs's shortcut smashed with all his strength and froze in the air so strangely.

Augs remained in a smashing position and stood there motionless.

"Resisting Augs's attack with a single finger?" exclaimed.

Although Augs is the kind of parallel seven-scale divine envoy who purely relies on the silver scales of the gods, the power of this blow is indeed real, and what kind of strength is needed to block this blow with one finger, about only a powerful god general who has surrendered the power of the golden scales can do it.

"After such a strenuous exercise, the glass of wine didn't come out. ”

Attentively noticed the wine glass in Augs's hand and muttered quietly.

Only then did the others realize that the stalemate between the two was a little weird, and it stands to reason that Augs's smash was blocked, from movement to stillness, how could the glass of wine be shaken out completely, how could it be like now.

Soon they knew the answer, and a cold breath suddenly permeated the tavern, and just when others were surprised that the source of the cold was only, frost soon spread on Augs's stiff body, and a faint frost hung between his hair and eyebrows, and Augs seemed to be in the cold.

Ron withdrew his finger, leaving behind an Augus frozen into an ice sculpture.

The tavern fell silent again, and the look in Ron's eyes was like looking at a terrifying monster.

Someone could freeze a seven-scale divine envoy into an ice sculpture in an instant with just one finger, and this terrifying power was actually in the hands of a one-scale divine envoy.

The silence of the tavern did not slowly turn into an incredible uproar until Ron left, and someone tried to touch Augus, but found that it was as cold as ice, and realized that what had just happened was not an illusion, but a real thing.

The news that the One-Scale Divine Envoy had frozen the Seven-Scale Divine Envoy into an ice sculpture swept through the entire Black Crow Bazaar like a whirlwind.

Some people are amazed and some are skeptical, and many more people are dismissive, and most of the people who have not seen the scene at the time have taken it as other people's drunken crazy words.

This rumor finally came to a head when Ron made it to one of the rings at the Raven Bazaar.

The trial ring is to prepare for the bloody trial later, this grand sacrifice jointly opened by the nine holy mountains, there are too many people who want to participate, in order to screen out those who have real strength to participate in the bloody trial, each holy mountain has come up with various methods.

The Blood Mountain is the Drum of Trials and the Drum of Trials, and there is a Drum of Trials in every market in the Sacred Mountain of Blood, and only those who have been on top of the Ring of Trials for ten consecutive victories are qualified to beat the Drum of Trials.

In Ron's opinion, this simple and crude method of trial is the most typical brute style.

However, this method is crude, but it is very practical.

When Ron stepped into the ring, he was defending an eight-scale oracle who had won six in a row.

A one-scale divine envoy stepped into the ring, which immediately made the crowd of onlookers boil.

"What is he doing here? A scaly divine envoy dares to enter the trial ring?"

Someone looked at the person who spoke with strange eyes, "You don't know who he is yet, but he froze a seven-scale divine envoy with one finger, and I don't think his strength will be under this eight-scaled divine envoy." ”

"Impossible, I think it's all rumors, doesn't a one-scale god envoy come on stage to give the other party ten consecutive victories?"

"How is that possible, there are not many places in the entire Crow Bazaar, even if they want to send it, others will not agree, if they don't have the strength, what's the use of being sent out of a ten-game winning streak, do you think the drum of trials is so easy to beat? Those nine-scale divine envoys who don't fully control the silver scales of the gods may not be able to beat the drum of trials, and those who don't have the strength are also ashamed to go up, and they don't even have the chance to see the altar of blood. ”

The guarding Eight-Scale Divine Envoy had apparently heard the rumors in the crowd, but he was clearly not going to believe the rumors.

"Your little tricks are useless to me, I'm going to break your limbs and throw you off the stage to save those guys from thinking you're in league with me. The guarding eight-scaled god made his voice rough, and looked at Ron with a sinister smile.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't resist, I won't kill you, after all, I also gave me a piece of God's Silver Scale, and gave me an easy victory!"

Ron flicked his fingers, and a silver streamer rose into the sky, hanging in the void above the ring.

There was already a large piece of silver glittering light in the void in the ring, and that was the price that everyone who stepped into the ring had to pay.

Those who enter the ring for the first time need to take out one silver scale of the gods, the loser needs two to go up again, and the loser needs four scales, and theoretically as long as you have enough silver scales of the gods, you can go to the ring without listening.

But very few people can be defeated again and again and continue to get on the ring, in order to compete for these qualifications, the battle in the ring, often very heavy, although defeat is not necessarily dead, but injury is inevitable, few people dare to continue to go up after a few defeats.

After ten consecutive victories, the champion of each ring can not only obtain the qualification to climb the holy mountain and beat the drum of trials, but also take away all the accumulated silver scales of the gods in the ring, which is a lot of rewards.

As Ron ejected the Silver Scale of God in his hand, the battle officially began.

Guarding the divine envoy, stretched out a palm the size of a fan and grabbed it directly, as an eight-scale divine envoy who completely matched the power of the silver scales of the gods, he had enough confidence in his own strength, as long as it was not a god general, he thought that he had the power to fight, in fact, his fifth ring was a nine-scale divine envoy who could not fully control the power of the silver scales of the gods, and he was also easily defeated by him.

Such a one-scale divine envoy, even if he completely controlled the silver scale of the god, the gap in divine power between him and him had reached a gap that was enough to crush, and this gap was enough to ignore any of their original power balances.

The moment the palm of the guarded eight-scale god made his hand fall on Ron's body, his right hand holding Ron's shoulder suddenly stiffened, and a frightened expression suddenly appeared on his face.

"Do you feel cold?"

A smile appeared on Ron's face, and this smile fell into the other's eyes like a whisper of a frost demon.