A one-hit covenant.

On the battlefield, especially in the monk's house, when both sides have scruples, it is not uncommon to replace life and death with competition.

It's a way to keep face for both sides, provided that the stakes aren't too small and not too big.

The red-faced elder was reluctant to do this, he couldn't accept the other party's conditions, and he didn't even want to let go of this arrogant young man, so he didn't hesitate to put the fate of the entire clan on the line.

I don't know if it was out of trust in the Great Elder, or because the judgment of the situation was different from before, there were dozens of Tubang monks, and none of them objected.

You can get what you want with one blow, and the conditions of the red-faced old man are quite generous, but to everyone's surprise, Jusanro proposes an even more arrogant, arrogant counterargument that makes people feel ridiculous: one blow will kill!

Take my blow, and if you survive, you win.

Do you want to accept it?

Don't you dare, the Tubang clan is too embarrassed not to go?

"Hehe, haha! Lord Xiao is so courageous! but"

With a hint of intrigue on his face, two points of mockery, and three points of disdain, the red-faced old man said: "Don't you think that the bet is not very fair to the old man. ”

Jusanro didn't interject and motioned for him to continue.

The red-faced old man said: "The old man will take your blow, and Lord Xiao will leave safely with his subordinates, and you don't have to pay any price." How can there be such a good thing in the world? Why don't you promise that if the old man can not die, how about handing over the murderers in the field to our clan today?"

Thirteen Lang shook his head without hesitation and said, "I am different from the elders, their lives do not belong to this official. ”

The red-faced old man's face was slightly gloomy. said: "The adults are laughing at the old man?"

Thirteen Lang said lightly: "I only tell the facts. ”

The red-faced old man said sarcastically: "Why don't you just say that you don't dare." ”

Thirteen Lang said: "It's not up to you to decide whether you dare or not, since the elders think it's unfair." The official can change the stakes. ”

The red-faced old man bowed slightly and said, "Ordinary things." The old man doesn't pay attention to it, huh?"

Thirteen Lang was holding an elixir in his palm, crystal clear as a pearl, and he could smell a faint aroma from such a distance, which made people feel refreshed.

As soon as the elixir appeared, more than a dozen divine thoughts around him fluctuated, and at least three exclamations came into his ears, all of which were greedy.

"This is"

"Infant Pill. ”

With so many people watching, there is absolutely no way that the pill can be faked. It is worth mentioning that every time it faces a breach. Thirteen Lang would always prepare the relevant pills in advance, but he didn't use them once. The fate of the Infant Pill is the same, originally thought that it was a good fate, but as a result, the battle of Brokeback Mountain inexplicably became the weakest Yuan Infant in history

No matter how weak it is, it is also a yuan baby, and the yuan baby is a one, and there is no place for the infant pill.

Thirteen Lang put away the Infant Pill, smiled slightly and said, "I heard that the Infant Pill is more precious than the Dingying Pill, but is there such a thing?"

The red-faced old man took a deep breath. said: "The Infant Pill is the Pill of Breaking the Realm, although the level of the Infant Pill is higher, it can only improve the cultivation, and the value is indeed inferior." ”

Thirteen Lang said casually: "This Dan makes a bet." Is it enough?"

The red-faced old man's eyes flashed slightly, and he said, "If you don't die if you hit him, this Dan will belong to the old man?"

Thirteen Lang said, "You're dead. The clam monks must obey their orders, even if I let them die. You can't refuse. ”

The red-faced old man suddenly smiled and said meaningfully, "Will the adults let them die?"

Jusanro replied, "Of course not. I'll let them be pawns and fight other disobedient people. ”

There were several cold snorts around. Obviously, the snoopers were dissatisfied with Lord Xiao's frankness, but they couldn't help but admit that if they were in his position, they would do the same.

The problem is that he has to win the bet.

Killing the red-faced old man with one blow, except for the mysterious Three Kings, who in Ranwu City can do it?On the other hand, if Thirteen Lang had that kind of liliang, the elders of each sect would feel that their strategy was very wise, and they would be glad that they had not confronted him head-on before.

At this moment, some people can't help but envy the red-faced old man, thinking that he has taken shit luck and met this young man who has a huge treasure but is not very good at using his brain.

What do others think of it, but what about the people involved?

The red-faced old man groaned for a while, his eyes swept over the surrounding monks, and then looked at the Sirius Knight below who was finishing and preparing to open elsewhere, and finally said proudly: "The old man agreed, please ask Lord Xiao to make a move." ”

Thirteen Lang smiled and said, "Did the elder forget something?"

The red-faced old man snorted coldly, half turned around, his eyes swept over the monk behind him, and shouted, "You have heard everything, but do you have anything to say?"

The Tu Beng monks nodded collectively, and the three Yuan Babies looked complicated, as if they wanted to say something, but none of them spoke.

No one wants to hand over their fate to someone else, even if he is the Great Elder of the clan; the question is, who dares and who can express their opposition at this time? Who dares to tell everyone to their face that they don't believe that the Great Elder can receive a blow from Mr. Eight Fingers?

Is it a slap in the face? No, it's looking for death?

The low-level monks were all fanatical, and the expressions on their faces were clearly to let this battle start as soon as possible; the old monsters knew more, and they understood why the Great Elder cared so much about this competition, to be precise, the Infant Transformation Pill. With it, at some cost, he could exchange it for the elixir he needed, try to break through the ranks and become enlightened, and truly enter the ranks of great cultivators.

"You have all participated in this matter, and the old man will keep it in mind, and he will make up for this incident. ”

The red-faced old man knew that Thirteen Lang would not allow him to lie in this matter, and shouted: "Fellow disciples, please swear!"

Dozens of monks, below the Yuan Infant were the first to react, casting spells and vows one after another. Several elders looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then reluctantly followed each other, pinching the trick to cast spells, and also made an oath that could not be violated.

They know that vows don't matter much anymore without considering reputational implications. At this point, the monks in the whole city probably already knew that the Tubang clan was difficult to ride a tiger, and there was no possibility of retreating and avoiding.

"Senior brother, be careful. ”

"Senior brother, don't be careless. ”

"The younger brother wishes the senior brother success. Break the ladder again!"

Surrendering his life for the time being, the three elders took an oath and spoke one after another. Remind the senior brother not to be careless, everything is premised on prudence.

"The old man understands the severity. Rest assured, juniors and disciples. ”

The red-faced old man agreed, patted his waist casually, and didn't see him do a gesture, and a yellow light mask appeared out of thin air, firmly guarding his body.

"Lord Xiao, please!"

"The power of the earth?"

Jusan Lang shook his head, unable to tell whether it was admiration or mockery.

Compared to the floating demon, the shield of the thick earth cast by the red-faced old man was shining with golden light, and it looked gorgeous and brilliant, if it was replaced by three years ago. I'm afraid that Jusan Lang will think that he is more powerful than the floating demon. But now that there is the art of snatching as the foundation, Thirteen Lang himself can perform the technique of thick earth, and he can realize that the old man's shield looks bright, but in fact it is superficial, not to mention that it is more powerful than the floating demon, and it is not worthy of lifting shoes.

"Is that all?"

Thirteen Lang kindly reminded: "This official suggests that you sacrifice a magic weapon, lest someone say that I am invincible." ”

His tone was like talking to a dead man, and he didn't care what his opponent thought. Of course, as long as the fight is won. It means that the red-faced old man loses his life, and he doesn't need to think about how he feels.

The red-faced old man's bearing was steady, and he actually clapped his hands and sacrificed a magic weapon in the shape of a copper hammer, urging the mana to be placed on the top of his head. The same yellow glow protects the whole body.

There were a few cold snorts around.

Just imagine, if this is not a gambling contract but a fighting method. Who gave you a chance to prepare before making a move? I don't even have the guts to deal with the other party after casting a spell, and no matter how you look at it, you are suspected of showing weakness.

Thirteen Lang looked at him quietly. Reminded: "That's it, no more ways to prepare?"

The red-faced old man shouted in a low voice: "I can't take a blow from an adult." I'd rather bow down and serve the Lord as the Lord!"

Thirteen Lang smiled and said contemptuously: "No guts, no wisdom and no strategy, such subordinates, this official doesn't want them." ”

The red-faced old man sneered in a cold voice: "No matter how powerful your mouth is, you still have to cast spells to play the ability to count." Hugh said more, please help!"

Thirteen Lang shook his head, bent down and raised his legs, rubbed his hands together as if to warm up, and said with pity: "So anxious to die"

"Then go die. ”

The voice was not stern, and it gave people a light feeling in his ears, as if he was not facing a primordial old monster who was about to enter the ranks of the great monks, but a pug dog that could be seen everywhere, and he fell down with a thunderbolt.

That's right, a thunderbolt fell.

At the exit of the word death, a purple arc erupted from Thirteen Lang's mouth, as thick as a child's arm, with a dazzling and bewitching brilliance.

The arc of lightning was like light, flashing through the kilometer space in an instant, hitting the body of the red-faced old man.

The yellow light shattered, and the red-faced old man's gaze froze, and his lips opened as if he wanted to exclaim, and his body had disappeared.

The dignified Great Elder of the Tubang Clan didn't even have a chance to cast a spell, so he turned into ashes.

The purple arc that killed the opponent was still unfinished, and the flexion and stretch flickered and danced in the air, like a proud elf, wantonly showing the splendor of zuihou.

The battlefield is quiet, Randance City is quiet, and the whole Shijie is quiet.

People stared blankly at the space, looking at the place where a person should have been standing, and the expression of the red-faced old man Zuihou remained in their minds, and they subconsciously thought: It's just gone?

"It's gone?" the thirteen wolves were also surprised, or regretful.

"It took two or three years to add half a fullness, and it was gone" What he regretted was not the old man's life, but the divine thunder that he could only call once in a few years.

Expressing regret in his mouth, Thirteen Lang's movements were not slow at all, and his body flashed to pick up the sledgehammer that was not damaged at all, and he made a smack. Someone who has a heart noticed at this time that Thirteen Lang's face was haggard and gray, as if something had been drained at one time and felt empty.

What does it matter?

The enemy is gone, the thieves are terrified, even if something is wrong with the body, what does it matter?

"The treasure is good, hehehe!"

The biting chill exploded through the 108,000 pores, and Thirteen Lang suddenly raised his head.

The Sky-Breaking Arrow came from the endless distance, accompanied by a loud shout and several screams of horror.

"What kind of thunder is that!" the blue bottle revealed from the void and covered her face.

"Be careful!" the carriage shattered, and Mei Shuai roared into the sky.

"Hmm, presumptuous!" said an unexpected growl in the shadows, full of anger and disappointment.

No matter who it is, it can't compare to that loud shout, and the murderous intent and resentment contained in it can almost fill the entire shijie.

"Xiao Bazhi, come to pay for Yibai's life!"

(To be continued......)