The whole gym was stunned, this first fight, it was too easy to win!

And those who knew Qin Han's 'roots' were not surprised by this result at the moment, but they were also shocked.

The previous ten consecutive victories of the Sword Immortal, each of which was extremely difficult, all with a blood-stained demeanor.

The spirit of not admitting defeat and daring to fight to the death still remains in the hearts of everyone even after three days.

Today's Sword Immortal, the style seems to be different!

But no matter what the people in the audience thought, the manager of the gym still stood up and announced loudly:

"Sword Immortal wins!"

"Let's start the second game, Sword Immortal vs. Qingfeng!"

Qin Han in the ring stood silently, his white robe was windless, and his strong energy overflowed from the pores of his body.

In the audience, everyone racked their brains.

"Sword Immortal's strength is unfathomable, then buy him to win!"

"Didn't you see his odds drop? Still buy a sword fairy? ”

"You care about me?"

……

Disputes filled the audience, and when everything was decided, the two sides finally went to war.

But as soon as the two people below came into contact, the veteran boxer named Qingfeng was smashed away with a punch.

"Another punch!"

"it!"

"The next bet must be won by the Sword Immortal!"

"Impossible, the further back you go, the stronger the opponent becomes, the sword immortal can defeat this Qingfeng with one punch, he must have done his best! I buy his opponent to win! ”

As the fight drew to a fast end, the focus of the entire gym seemed to be no longer in the ring, but rather on the numerous arguments in the audience.

There was a dire situation in the boxing gym, but Qin Han in the ring kept calculating how many times his silver had multiplied.

Race 3, 4, 5...... Scene 50, Scene 60, Scene 70.

The speed of the battle is jaw-dropping, and no matter what kind of opponent you face, the Sword Immortal ends the fight with one punch.

There was a howl in the audience.

Originally, they won a lot of money in the first dozens of battles, but after fifty battles, the spirit stones in the storage bag began to spit out wildly. As for the reason, everyone didn't dare to believe Qin Han anymore.

Fighting until now, every fight is a punch.

Looking at Qin Han, whose face was already tired, everyone retreated in their hearts.

Should I continue to cast Sword Immortals to win? After all, he's won more than sixty in a row! Won't he ever get tired?

But when the results came out, those who had changed their bets suddenly beat their chests.

"I'm really cheap, I've won more than sixty games, why don't I believe in Sword Immortals!"

"I really don't have the courage, if I bet on the Sword Immortal to win, will the ending be different?"

"Woooooooooo......oo Sword Immortal, I want to continue to vote for you! ”

……

But those who have always insisted on throwing sword immortals have returned to dullness at the moment.

By the time they reached the first forty or fifty games, the spirit stones in their pockets had accumulated a very terrifying amount, and if they won later, they would no longer have the excitement of earning spirit stones before.

"It's all a small amount of money, not worth mentioning." A person who had always supported the Sword Immortal glanced at the hundreds of thousands of spirit stones in the storage bag, and threw out a hundred thousand spirit stones with a wave of his big hand, his face was calm and indifferent.

It seems that what was taken out was not a hundred thousand spirit stones, but some mud and sand that could be seen everywhere.

Someone next to him looked envious and sighed, "Tut-tut, I saw that kid didn't have it, at the beginning, he only had a hundred spirit stones on his body, and he was distressed when he threw out ten spirit stones, but now it's different, it's 100,000 when he shoots, and it's harmful...... Comparisons are odious! ”

The battle in the ring continued, and in the lounge, the steward Lin Ying looked shocked.

Looking at the fighters who were carried down one by one, his heart was completely numb. None of these guys who were carried down were easy to deal with, and almost all of them had a lot of fame in the gym.

But now? None of them came out standing, their mouths vomiting blood, and their arms dangling in the air, apparently broken in battle. One by one, the former silver boxers ended in desolation and became a stepping stone on the road to fame for the sword immortals.

As more and more people were brought down, there was gradually a trace of blood in the air, but Lin Ying didn't care about it so much, and the abacus in his heart crackled.

"Seventy games, his old capital was two thousand spirit stones, but now it has rushed to a terrifying eight hundred thousand! The sword immortal's 1,000 spirit stones also rushed to 400,000 spirit stones. ”

Eight hundred thousand, that's an astronomical amount.

Even if he has been in charge for so long, watching the huge amount of spirit stones go in and out every day, he can't help but feel excited in his heart. In his life, he had never owned so many spirit stones!

Thinking back on the previous mental journey, Lin Ying only felt that her heart couldn't stand it.

From the first game, he counted silently in his heart, and when he reached the fifty games, his original calm mood was broken little by little.

By the time he had won seventy games in a row, his heart had become extremely fanatical.

Thirty more games are a hundred consecutive wins!

At this moment, he saw a glimmer of hope.

There are dozens of stewards like him, but what makes people desperate is that only the boxers he runs have not had a hundred consecutive victories, which directly led to his performance in the bottom every year.

Usually, when many stewards listen to the lecture of the hall master together, the rest of the people are all smiling and smiling, scolding Fang Xuan, only he sits at the very end, and one person drinks bitter wine, and from time to time he has to smile a few times towards the front.

That kind of taste, not pleasant!

But this time, fate seemed to be starting to favor him.

Soon, the battle began again, and one by one the heavy-breathed fighters came to the lounge, one after another, one defeated, and the other was replaced.

In the ring, Qin Han's eyes were like electricity.

Every fight ends at the beginning, he doesn't give his opponent any chance, it's all a one-punch defeat!

This is still the reason why he has converged most of his strength!

The forging realm of cultivating the "Bright Moon Sutra" is stronger than everyone imagined, and the body at this moment contains the explosive power that only the beasts can have when they are young.

With one punch, any forging realm will be killed!

After a seventy-seven winning streak, there was a brief vacancy in the field, and it took a quarter of an hour for the seventy-first opponent to step into the ring.

There were no accidents, no matter what the opponent's momentum and strength were, he was defeated with one punch.

……

The duel ended at breakneck speed, and the audience went from being noisy at first, to quieting out, and then to silence.

Everyone looked at the white-clothed figure numbly, with a complicated charm in their eyes.

The excitement of the situation in the audience is no worse than the battle in the ring.

Some people get rich one day, and some people lose their wealth in an instant.

There were even a few people who couldn't accept the blow of losing a huge amount of spirit stones, and under the attack of qi and blood, a mouthful of old blood spurted out and completely fell to the ground, embarking on the ultimate fate of gamblers.

While!

With the sound of a gong, Qin Han's winning streak came to the ninetieth number.

Qin Han in the ring would have continued to appear silver-level fighters, but he was wrong.

After the gong fell, a gold-robed steward stood up, and his voice resounded in the gym:

"Everyone, a hundred consecutive victories have come to the last ten, and now does anyone want to stop the Sword Immortal, please show up immediately!"

Qin Han in the ring was stunned, sure enough, a hundred consecutive victories were not so easy, and truly high-quality enemies began to appear!

Just when he thought like this, a proud voice suddenly appeared in the audience, "Even ants dare to call the name of Sword Immortal, I Han Xiao was born to cut off your future!" ”

Qin Han raised his eyes and saw a cyan figure flying out of the audience seat, and finally fell into the ring.

As this person appeared, exclamations rang out from the audience:

"Han Xiaosheng, who ranks seventy on the bronze list! The pinnacle of the human pill realm! ”

"Is the bronze boss coming out too?"

"This Han Xiaosheng is not ordinary, in the past, when he was in the Forging Body Realm, he was definitely in the top ten, but unfortunately he didn't go to the extreme in the Qi Cultivation Realm later, and only then did he begin to decline, but after he reached the Human Dan Realm, he rose strongly and entered the top seventy-seven from thousands of people! This person's attainments in the forging body realm are absolutely amazing! ”

"The top ten in the Forging Body Realm, that's someone who can almost touch the title of Golden Boxer!"

"Isn't it, but with the Holy Son Zhuyu in front, the people behind want to get the title of Golden Fighter again, which is already an ethereal dream."

"When such a master comes out, can the Sword Immortal still win? After all, Han Xiaosheng was the top ten existence in the Forging Body Realm in the past, and he had two more great realms of Dao precipitation, and his comprehension of all aspects of martial arts far surpassed that of Sword Immortals! ”

"I'm hanging!"

In the ring, Qin Han looked at the so-called seventy-seventh place on the copper list, and frowned.

The realm cultivation at the peak of the other party's Dan realm brought him a thick and incomparably oppressive feeling.

The bronze list is proud, and the name is well deserved!

Bai Ling'er seems to be the person in the bronze list, but the qi does not seem to be as strong as the person in front of him.

Just when everyone's eyes were focused on the ring, three gold-robed stewards appeared in the audience.

A golden-robed steward shouted:

"Han Xiaosheng, we will seal your cultivation and keep your cultivation at the peak of the Forging Body Realm."

"Yes!"

Han Xiaosheng, who was standing opposite, looked at Qin Han with contempt on his face, and then slowly opened his arms.

The three golden-robed stewards nodded, and then the supreme qi erupted on the three of them, and their hands were all quickly sealed.

"Seal!"

With a loud shout, three cyan seals rushed down from above the gym, and finally entered Han Xiaosheng's body.

As the three cyan seals entered his body, Han Xiaosheng's cultivation declined rapidly, and finally stopped at the peak of the forging realm.

While!

The sound of gongs resounded in the gym, and a black-robed steward stood up:

"In the ninety-first game, Sword Immortal vs. Han Xiaosheng, the odds of Sword Immortal are one to five, and Han Xiaosheng's odds are one to one! Place your bets! ”

In an instant, the number of spirit stones bet on Han Xiaosheng skyrocketed, reaching a terrifying 1.9 million!

And those who voted for Qin Han were only 300,000!

When the stewards reported their respective bet numbers, Han Xiaosheng laughed and looked at Qin Han contemptuously:

"Boy, do you see the gap between you and me? Don't think that defeating some garbage will complete a hundred consecutive wins, you still have a long way to go! ”