But Mu Xinya didn't want to use it, the Sky Wolf King left her strength, which would make her weak for a long time.

In the end, he was defeated, and under Gao Yangyu's sniping, he stopped winning forty-eight consecutive games.

Ay!

In the huge audience, with Mu Xinya's defeat, thousands of people sighed in unison, "Fifty consecutive victories, no one has broken through, let alone sixty, this time it is completely lost." ”

The last henchman was also eliminated, and Gao Yangyu's mood became extraordinarily better, and he said with a smile: "Count, how many intermediate-grade spirit stones have been obtained in this gladiatorial fight." ”

After a while, an old man took a stack of materials and said, "These four people have a total of 20 million intermediate spirit stones, and all of them have stopped winning fifty consecutive games, that is, the bettors can't get a penny." ”

If the bettor wins 50 consecutive games, the bettor will get 50% of the odds, and the winning streak will double for every 10 more games.

Sixty is double the odds, seventy is twice the odds, eighty is four times the odds, and one hundred is sixteen times the odds.

The odds look extremely attractive, but unfortunately, if you stop winning 50 games in a row, you won't get a penny, and you will lose all your money.

And this time, under Gao Yangyu's clever publicity, this gladiatorial fight was also the first round of candidates for the Tower of the Ancients, causing the amount of bets to soar again and again.

After this gladiatorial fight, I don't know how many warriors will be destitute and start all over again.

Gao Yangyu paused, remembered something, and said, "What is the amount of Xiao Chen's bet." ”

Several people lowered their heads and rummaged through the information on the table, and then said, "Hey, why did it get to two million at once." ”

Gao Yangyu's face changed slightly, and he said: "This kid, aren't we refrigerated, how can we still have two million bets." ”

A few people looked at it carefully and said: "I found it, there was only one million bets yesterday and the day before yesterday, which should be within the normal range, after all, he is also a winning streak." But today there is a million more all of a sudden, which is very wrong. ”

Gao Yangyu sneered: "It seems that someone wants to have a big gamble, but it's a pity that the person who chose the wrong one." ”

"It's no problem to use Bai Lao to deal with that kid, now he has a winning streak. ”

Gao Yangyu said lightly: "Bai Lao is one hundred and fifty years old, with all his strength, even I feel tricky, even if Bai Lao can't pass, Tutuo Liuyun, Mo Yan, and the number of appearances once, do you think this kid will have a chance?"

In the stands, when everyone's eyes were focused on Mu Xinya's body, two acupoints exploded on Xiao Chen's left arm at the same time.

The two green dragon qi slowly swam around the arm, and then slowly seeped into the skin.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes slightly, with a faint joy on his face, and said, "There is still a line left, and the fourth level of the Cangying Refining Body Technique is about to be completed." ”

"After today's war, it seems that it will definitely be successful, but I don't know if Gao Yangyu will give me this opportunity. ”

It was about to be his turn to appear, Xiao Chen thought for a while, stopped cultivating, got up and walked to the front of the stands to watch the gladiatorial battle in the field.

It was Mu Xinya who fought in the field, using the two mandarin duck knives, and the strength of the challenge in the gladiatorial arena became stronger day by day.

Today, the strength of the challengers is actually almost the same as that of the leaders in various places present, after all, they are all middle-aged martial artists.

Although the talent of the leaders in various places is outstanding, it has not yet fully grown up, and the strength of the players is almost touched.

Every battle is extremely difficult, and if you want to win, you have to go all out.

Even if he is as strong as Mu Xinya, it was extremely difficult to win, and there were several draws.

At the end of the eighteen gladiatorial battles, Mu Xinya walked down from the field a little tired and took over more than 4,000 intermediate spirit stones from the gray-robed old man.

Her winning streak is over, the previous winning streak can't be accumulated, and she only won fifteen games today.

Nodding lightly to Xiao Chen, Mu Xinya returned to Jiang Zimo's side, and Pei Shaoxuan, who had recovered a little from his injury, said with a wry smile: "These sixty consecutive victories are really hard to get, and now the last hope is gone." ”

Jiang Zimo smiled faintly: "And Xiao Chen's winning streak has not been ended, maybe he will have hope." ”

Pei Shaoxuan sneered: "What kind of ability does he have, he can't even win a row of wind sorrows." ”

Others also said that they were not optimistic about Xiao Chen, and Yun Ping's words were even more ridiculous as always.

"Just like him, he is beaten to the death every day, and he can still win a streak today, it's a joke, Jiang Zimo, your vision is too bad. ”

Xiao Chen turned his head, his eyes swept over the few people who were speaking more ugly, and finally his gaze fell on Yun Ping.

All along, although he was immersed in cultivation, he always had a divine sense to observe the surrounding environment, ensuring that when someone disturbed his practice, he could quickly fight back as soon as possible.

These people are all the people in front of him, and they have been taunting continuously for several days, like flies, and no matter how good-tempered people are, they will be a little impatient.

Yun Ping lost seventeen games in a row today, and he also suffered a lot of sword wounds, and he may not be able to recover tomorrow.

In an extremely bad mood, sensing Xiao Chen's gaze, he said angrily: "What do you see, what do you want to do, can it be that you can't say a few words, something!"

Bother!

Xiao Chen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, his figure flashed, and he came directly to Yun Ping.

Syllable!

Before Yun Ping could react, Xiao Chen slapped him directly in the face, and his voice was crisp, making everyone stunned.

"You dare to hit me, you ......"

The face was swollen by this slap, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of the mouth, and the most important thing was in front of everyone.

This slap made him lose face and completely swept the floor, and they all said that hitting people does not slap their faces, but Xiao Chen didn't seem to have so many scruples at all.

Click!

Holding his right hand on the hilt of the sword, Yun Ping's murderous intention was revealed, and he was about to take out his sword and slash towards Xiao Chen.

Syllable!

Xiao Chen didn't give him a chance to use his sword at all, and slapped his backhand on the left side of his face, directly pumping Yun Ping's whole person into the air.

Above the stands, it was extremely silent, and many people opened their mouths in astonishment, looking at Xiao Chen in disbelief.

As if it was the first time to know this guy, Xiao Chen at this moment was extremely cold, murderous and restrained, although he did not release it, but it made everyone feel a chill.

On weekdays, calm and calm compared to the indifferent Xiao Chen, they are completely like two people.

Yes!

The screams rang out, and Xiao Chen kicked Yun Ping directly in the chest, which happened to be the sword wound he suffered today.

The internal organs were injured, and they had just healed a little, and they were kicked up by Xiao Chen.

Injuries on injuries and severe pain are all small things, and with the aggravation of the injury, he will have to finish the next two days.

In other words, in this first round of candidates, Yun Ping is completely disqualified.

This guy's kick must have been deliberate, and several people in the field thought with concern, it was really not ordinary ruthless.

If you don't make a shot, it's enough, even if you say it, after you make a shot, you won't even be qualified as a candidate.

Several people who had laughed at Xiao Chen from time to time on weekdays hurriedly dodged and hid in the corners, avoiding Xiao Chen's sight.

Xiao Rou looked at Yun Ping, who was lying on the ground, with a desperate and painful expression, and snorted coldly: "You deserve it, see if this guy dares to be cheap." ”

Seeing such a situation, Ding Fengchou didn't feel any surprise, he never thought that Xiao Chen was a person who played cards according to common sense and had any scruples.

Otherwise, he would not have known Jin Wuji's identity that day, and he would have shot mercilessly.

Sharp and introverted, it doesn't mean that there is no edge, no temper, it doesn't mean that it is a good temper, this is Xiao Chen.

The qi in the heart of the swordsman, this edge cannot be reduced, and the arrogant bones cannot be broken, if you want to condense the qi into sword intent, how can you allow others to insult repeatedly.

Ding Fengchou retracted his gaze, not thinking too much, but raised Xiao Chen's position a little higher again in his heart.

Like Jiang Zimo, he is one of his biggest competitors in the competition for 20 places.

When Pei Shaoxuan saw this scene, his back was slightly cold, and he felt a chill inexplicably.

Thinking that his injury was just right, he summoned a spirit beast, felt that it was not safe and summoned another spirit beast, and then walked to the corner and began to heal carefully.

After doing all this, Xiao Chen ignored Yun Ping, who was lying on the ground and humming, and his eyes returned to the gladiatorial arena.

This person is gone, he can't enter the Tower of the Ancients, and he will never be in danger.

As long as he continues to be strong, the sect behind Yunping will never offend himself for the sake of a second-class genius.

Even if he really made a move on him, he still had two tokens available, and Xiao Chen had no scruples at all about making a move on Yun Ping.

Xiao Chen made such a fuss, the atmosphere of the scene seemed strange, and the originally lively discussion stopped completely, as if he was a little afraid of Xiao Chen.

After another half-ring, the voice of the gray-robed old man sounded, "One hundred and twenty-five, speed ready to play." ”

Xiao Chen jumped slightly, and the person fell to the gladiatorial arena, and after he left, many people on the field didn't know why, and they all felt relieved in their hearts.

It's like a stone that has been pressed on the bottom of my heart and has fallen loose.

"Great Qin Kingdom, Xiao Chen, please give me advice. ”

It was getting late, and the setting sun cast a fiery red brilliance on the gladiatorial arena, plating a faint red glow on Xiao Chen's body.

With a calm expression, a calm look, neither happy nor angry, Xiao Chen appeared in everyone's field of vision again.

"Xiao Chen, this guy is coming up again, can he still win in a row?"

Xiao Chen's every victory has come at a difficult price, like a small fallen leaf in a raging storm.

In the wind and rain, he was beaten up and down, with ups and downs, but every time he persevered to the end and won his own victory.

Will he continue to win?

I'm afraid that no one will say that it will work, but if you want to give the opposite answer, no one will say that Xiao Chen will definitely lose.

At this moment, Xiao Chen, everyone in the audience is already a little unpredictable, full of endless mysteries.

To win, or not to win, it's really hard to say.