The girl's brother and the thin man stood on both sides of the ring, and the man in the red robe stood in the middle of the field, his handsome face smiled extremely brightly, and said to the high platform: "The death match is about to begin, everyone who wants to bet hurry up, Wang Sangongzi, the top has lost a lot, this one has to be steady, Cui Shaomen, the top has won a lot, this one can be considered to be appropriately raised, haha......"

This red-robed man is a cultivator, and his eyesight is naturally excellent, and he is familiar with some familiar guests on the stage. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Ten minutes before the start of the info ring deathmatch, it is reserved for the dignitaries on the stage to bet, and there will naturally be someone on the stage to record the bets of these people, which is also the source of most of the income of the Red Clothes Pavilion.

Then on the high platform, there was a commotion, shouting and scolding, about ten minutes later, gradually calmed down, seeing a person on the stage gesture to him, the man in red smiled, and then said: "Since all the VIPs have placed bets, then...... It's game on!"

As the man in red raised his right hand, eight strong men around the ring raised their hammers high, and the deafening majestic drums exploded in the arena.

The little girl's brother raised his hand and clasped his fist in salute at the thin man, but the thin man on the other side smiled, ignored it, and rushed towards him quickly, slapping his palm on his chest like lightning.

Seeing this, the handsome young man took a deep breath, suppressed his nervousness, and thought that the little sister was still waiting for him to win the game and get the bonus for treatment, his eyes became firm, and his fists were coherently attacked by the thin man, and in an instant, the two of them exchanged hands.

The red-robed man had already retreated to the sidelines at this time, obviously this person was very familiar with the martial arts of the rivers and lakes of Fan Chen, and said loudly: "No. 6, this player in a robe is extraordinary, and he uses the Liuyun palm of the Flying Star Family, the palm contains internal strength, the offensive is endless, and he steps on the seven star steps, his body is ervacant, and he can't be guarded against. ”

And the No. 7 player is even more extraordinary, although the two fists in his hands are not in order, but the breath is particularly stable, and the Liuyun palm of the No. 6 player does not fall at all...... Huh!"

At the end, the red-robed man raised his eyebrows, and then said with a smile: "I didn't expect that this No. 7 player actually has some martial arts cultivation, it seems that he is still from a famous family!"

As soon as the man's voice fell, there was a commotion in the audience, although it was ......

"Hehe, Master Cui Shaomen, take a look, I heard that you also charged the No. 6 thirty inferior Tianyuan Stones, tsk, it's not a small amount!"

The white-faced man in a brocade robe laughed loudly.

Not far from his side, the young master of Cui Shaomen, who was dressed in green clothes and purple crowns, jumped out of the corner of his eyes when he heard it, and secretly scolded a dead sissy, and then said with an unchanged face: "Bai Laosan, the battle array is changing rapidly, even if there are some martial arts cultivators, as long as there is no entry, it is not a sure win, besides, isn't it thirty low-grade Tianyuan stones, you can't afford to lose as the master of this young sect?"

The young man who was called Bai San smiled, then took the grapes handed over by the beautiful maid next to him with his mouth, and then ignored the words of the master of Cui Shaomen, stroked the pretty cheek of the beautiful maid beside him with his hand, and said with a smile: "Tsk, the Chopping Yuan Sect is worthy of being the top five wealthy factions in my Nanwu County, and the background is rich, envious, envious!"

Everyone knows that although the Yuan Sect is ranked fifth, but his Nanwu Bai family is ranked fourth, pressing the other party, Bai San Gongzi said envy in his mouth, but the disdainful tone was overflowing, and the angry Cui San Gongzi had a chest tightness, and when he was about to stand up and reason with Bai San, a strong man next to him pulled him and whispered: "Young master, the sixth may not necessarily lose, wait and see what happens!"

When Cui Sangongzi heard this, he no longer paid attention to Bai San's ridicule, turned his head and said, "Oh, Tie Xuan, what do you see?"

Tie Xuanyao pointed to the handsome young man in the field and said: "Although No. 7 has some martial arts cultivation, but it is also limited, although the trick is clear, there is no famous teacher to guide it, it seems that he is still from a wild road, and the most important thing is ...... He's too soft-hearted. ”

"Oh, there's such a thing?"

Tie Xuan chuckled: "So far, the seventh has had three chances to hit the opponent hard, and he has let them go, it can be seen that he only wants to win this competition, but he doesn't want to hurt the opponent's life, such a person in this death arena, even if he has the upper hand for a while, the end may not be good, Shaomen, let's wait and see." ”

......

In just a few minutes, the two of them have already exchanged dozens of moves in the field, the No. 6 thin man has continued to attack, but the No. 7 youth has also guarded the airtight, and the situation has been stalemate for a while.

Murong looked at the field and sighed slightly, he also saw that the young man was indeed too kind-hearted, he had five senses, he also saw the flaws in his eyes, and seemed to guess the young man's state of mind, Murong moved to the side of the little girl who was looking out of the window intently, and said in a low voice: "Your brother is a very kind person!"

The little girl didn't look at Murong, but nodded very firmly.

Murong sighed and said, "Then you really shouldn't come to this place......"

As he spoke, there was a slight change in the field, No. 6 seemed to be unable to attack for a long time, and he attacked again and again, and an extremely obvious flaw was revealed in his left shoulder, the young man's eyes lit up, his fist strengthened, and he swung away the opponent's parry with one punch, and then hit the flaw of the person, spurting out a mouthful of blood from the opponent's bombardment, and falling backwards.

Seeing this, the young man was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked the man in red not far from him, "Excuse me, do I win in this way?"

The man in red, who was about to speak, suddenly jumped his eyebrows, closed his mouth slightly open, and continued to watch from the wall after revealing an indescribable smile.

Suddenly, a soft but poignant cry came from the room where Murong and the others were: "Brother, be careful......

The handsome young man was slightly stunned, he heard this voice, the voice of the little sister!

When he quickly turned around, a cold light flashed, and a dagger volleyed into the air, with a cold killing intent, and with a 'bang', it was deeply inserted into his throat.

The young man's body was suddenly struck by lightning, and the blood from the wound in his throat couldn't stop pouring out, and his increasingly blurred eyes looked at the thin man with a cruel smile, and was walking towards him step by step. Feeling the rapid loss of life, the handsome young man seemed to want to turn back, to look at the open window behind him, to see his seriously ill and helpless little sister again.

When the young man turned around with difficulty, a bloodthirsty laugh sounded beside him: "Hehe, you still want to escape now, can you escape!"

As he spoke, the thin man's eyes showed a fierce light, his right hand held the dagger inserted in the young man's throat, and turned the young man's head stiffly, looking at the young man's gradually dilated pupils, the thin man jokingly said: "If you want to escape, then get out of grandpa!"

Before the words fell, the thin man held the blood-red dagger that had been stained with blood, and then suddenly exerted his strength, cutting half of the young man's throat in an instant, and the sharp dagger broke out horizontally, waving a rain of blood. The young man's body, which had no breath of life, turned around in place for half a circle, and was kicked in the waist by the thin man, and after flying backwards for six or seven meters, he left a bloody stain and rolled to the edge of the ring, facing the sky on his back, and there was no sound again.

Just when the cruel and demonic blood rain sprayed out, a huge wave erupted in the field, and countless cheers and reprimands gathered together, this cruel and bloody scene was what these VIPs on the high platform liked to watch the most, and for a while, the entire red-clothed hall was in the dust.

The red-robed man came to the field at this time, looking at the corpse of the handsome young man who was already dead, showing an unshaven expression, the red-clothed pavilion is not a skill, if whoever is good can win, then what is the comparison, naivety has to pay the price, and the price in the red-clothed pavilion is life!

After chuckling, the red-robed man looked at the thin man and said, "It was No. 6 who won this deathmatch, do you want to continue the challenge or receive the reward and leave?"

The thin man's gloomy eyes narrowed slightly, turned his head to look at the window diagonally above him, and said to the red-robed man, "Go on!"

The red-robed man was a little surprised, although this person won this death match, but he was also injured, and his own strength was not the strongest, so he dared to continue, but he didn't show it on his face, and said with a smile: "If you continue, you have the right to pick the next opponent and report the other party's name or number!"

Those who have won more than three deathfights in the Red Pavilion can have their own name, otherwise they can only be replaced by numbers, after all, the life and death of the Red Pavilion are too common, and those who have not experienced more than three battles have no need to be known.

The thin man showed a cruel smile, the prey was targeted by him as soon as he stepped into the room, young, inexperienced, not experienced the test of life and death, such prey could meet two in one day, he was so lucky!

"Number 13"

Murong looked down at the iron plate on his chest, and a slight smile appeared on his face under the mask!