Everyone looked back and saw the fourth prince avalanche slowly walking in with his sister Princess Xueke.

Princess Xueke was wearing a snow-white princess dress, her delicate and pretty face was tight, and her flawless jade arms gently pulled the avalanche, but her beautiful eyes fell on the young man in black.

"I'm sorry."

Princess Xueke bit her lips tightly and apologized to the young man in black.

Dust Zhan was stunned for a moment, very puzzled.

"My brother didn't mean it that day."

She apologized for her brother for leading someone to run away from the dust.

After hearing this, he smiled and said, "It's okay, I don't mind." ”

"I'll let the fourth brother him, you must support you."

"So we bet 50,000 gold soul coins to buy you to defeat them."

Princess Xueke is very simple, and her speech is soft and glutinous, which is comforting.

This is perhaps the only person who truly supports his victory.

As soon as he thought of this, Dust Zhan smiled at her, "Don't worry, you won't lose." ”

Princess Xueke smiled back.

But when these words fell on the crowd, they caused countless people to laugh and laugh.

"I thought Avalanche knew something inside, and it scared me."

"It turns out that I still rely on women."

"Joining the academy depends on the back door, and the fighting spirit bet also relies on women, what a waste."

"If you have the ability to fight for the soul competition, you also rely on women?"

The ridicule and disdain came one after another, harsh and ugly, which made Princess Xueke's little face collapse even tighter,

"Shut up."

"Princess Xueke, are you planning to use imperial power to protect him?"

"This is the academy, where everyone is equal. Even your fourth brother of waste doesn't dare to make too many mistakes. ”

At that moment, a high-pitched, shrill voice came from outside the crowd.

Avalanche and Xue Ke frowned in unison, following the prestige.

The crowd parted, and the seven members of the Emperor Dou clan slowly walked in.

The leader is Yu Tianheng.

"Yu Tianheng, humiliate the royal family, what a big guts."

Avalanche's eyes flashed with jealousy, and he said sharply.

"Don't dare, I'm just reminding the fourth prince that you are just a prince after all."

Yu Tianheng chuckled, very disdainful.

Avalanche was silent, his face gloomy.

"I heard that you just pressed 30,000 gold soul coins for yourself?"

Oslo walked out from the rear and sneered, "Isn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect very rich? Looks like you're not being taken very seriously over there. ”

"Could it really be the outcast of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect?"

He was very disdainful, and threw the soul guide to Zhao Tiezhu behind the gambling table, "There are 50,000 golden soul coins in it, crushing the Emperor Dou clan." ”

Zhao Tiezhu smiled and took it happily.

"And our two brothers, this is 80,000 gold soul coins, crushing the Emperor Dou clan."

The two brothers of the graphite stone mill also threw out the soul guide with a smile.

The gaze that looked at the dust battle was full of provocation.

Subsequently, Yu Tianheng and Yu Feng also smashed out 80,000 and 50,000 gold soul coins successively, betting on the Emperor Dou team.

As for Dugu Yan, he originally wanted to bet a lot of money on the Emperor Dou team, but he suddenly remembered that all the Golden Soul Coins were lent to Ye Lingling, so he could only retreat with a wry smile.

The self-confidence of the Emperor Dou team who spent a lot of money undoubtedly drove the students who were on the sidelines, and when they saw this, they all relaxed and took out all their savings to join the gambling game.

For a while, the betting area was crowded, and the participants were all smiling and gearing up, all wanting to make a fortune from this.

"Xueke, let's go."

Seeing the mountain of soul guides piled up in the area on the gambling table that symbolizes the Emperor Dou clan, Avalanche's face is smiling.

"Hmm."

After Princess Xueke nodded slightly, she faced the dust battle and bit her lips lightly, "Come on." ”

Dust Zhan smiled and watched her leave.

"Let's go, the competition is about to start."

On the other side, Yu Tianheng also smiled and turned around and left first, followed by everyone from the Emperor Dou Clan.

Ye Lingling, who fell at the end of the team, lowered his eyebrows, raised his head with a cold expression, and left together with complex beautiful eyes.

To this day, she still can't confirm whether the two dust battles are the same person.

Dust Zhan was puzzled by Ye Lingling's eyes, shook his head and walked towards the fighting arena.

Today's fighting spirit rules are very simple, because Dust Battle is alone, and it is impossible to conduct two-on-two fighting souls and team fighting spirits, so they can only conduct one-on-one fighting souls in the form of lots.

However, there are drawbacks such as martial soul level and attributes, so it is decided by the senior management of the academy to adjust the number of soul fights to five, that is, the winner must win three times to be considered a victory.

In fact, strictly speaking, under the rules of this kind of competition, it is equivalent to sending five people in the Emperor Dou team to engage in wheel battles with Dust Battle, which is very unfavorable to him.

However, on the premise that the three chiefs did not interfere in the dispute of the academy, the dust battle was almost isolated, so they could only acquiesce to this fighting spirit rule.

In front of the lottery table, all eyes were on the black-clothed young man who stepped up the stairs.

His back was straight, his well-defined face was calm and waveless, and the ends of his hair flowed in the wind.

"Dust war, less pretense."

"Don't hurry up and draw lots to get the fight."

Oslo held a grudge, where could he see the appearance of the dust battle in the limelight, and couldn't help but reprimand.

Hearing this, Chen Zhan turned around and smiled, "You just bet 50,000 gold soul coins?" ”

Oslo laughed, very proud, "When you get beaten by me, my 50,000 gold soul coins will become 500,000." ”

Dust Zhan's gaze was a little pity.

Silly boy, he didn't even know that he was cheated?

Then, Dust Zhan turned around and looked at the leaders of the courtyard on the high platform, "Three chiefs, Dust Zhan doesn't want to draw lots." ”

"I'll challenge Oslo first."

When the words fell, the fighting arena was silent.

The three chiefs glanced at each other, and before they could speak, there was a laugh in the arena,

"Waste is waste, and we don't recognize it."

"It's normal to find soft persimmons to pinch, but it's rare to be so brazen and so arrogant."

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Countless melon-eating people laughed together, full of disdain.

Everyone knows that only Oslo and Ye Lingling in the Emperor Dou team have not yet broken through to become Soul Venerables. Dust Zhan challenged a great soul master with thirty-seven levels of soul power, no wonder he was ridiculed.

Even Ye Lingling's lowered gaze flashed with disappointment, it seemed that the two dust battles were not the same person.

"Okay."

"I'm up for it."

Oslo was slightly stunned, his eyes were ecstatic, and he jumped over the fighting arena.

A waste with empty soul power, if he hadn't been attacked last time, how could he have been defeated by him?

He wants to take the lead in the dust battle and wash away the humiliation he has suffered.

The three chiefs didn't speak, but Teacher Sun Buyu frowned, "This is not in accordance with the rules." ”

"Teacher Sun, since the students have no opinions on both sides, then so be it."

Qin Ming interjected at the right time to block Sun Buyu's words.

He wanted to see the scene of Dust Battle being defeated by his worst student.

That must be cool.

Sun Buyu was silent, then nodded, "Okay, then let's start like this." ”

The words fell, and the dust turned around and stepped out.

The next moment, he landed steadily in the fighting spirit field.

"Osrow, Twenty-Nine Levels Sensitive Attack Soul Master, Martial Soul Ghost Leopard."

Osrow smiled contemptuously and reported to his home.

"Dust battle, thirty-eight-level strong attack is the soul venerable, and the martial soul is the immortal sword."

The words fell, and the immortal sword opened.

"Edgeworth."

As the dust battle indifferently spit out two words, the sword light was dignified, piercing the eyes, making the melon-eating crowd squint subconsciously.

And by the time they opened their eyes, the battle in the Fighting Soul Field had already been decided.

The Zhuxian Sword reached the center of Oslo's eyebrows, the immeasurable light of the sword body flickered, and the soul power fluttered.

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