At this time, Nangong Haoyun raised his eyebrows, stared at Liang Cheng fiercely, and put pressure on him without any scruples.

Liang Cheng had a bitter face, can Yingtian beat it? That person should be a more powerful quenching peak martial artist than Nangong Ye. Alas, it's okay to die a person who has nothing to do with him, but if you lose the money you got today, you have to lose this cash cow, which is to lose your wife and soldiers!

Liang Cheng was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. He looked at Nangong Haoyun, swallowed his saliva, and reluctantly agreed.

Yingtian looked at Liang Cheng's bear-like appearance and shook his head slightly. Then, he timidly said to Steward Xie: "Although I can't beat him, I agree to play, I can't sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman, right?" ”

Yingtian was timid on the surface, but calm on the inside, and he could see that that person was a half-step innate powerhouse.

"Haha, whether you want your little life depends on your creation. If you agree to follow me now, I will be able to make you eat and drink spicy food without being afraid. Nangong Haoyun sneered wickedly.

"Ahh What to do? Yingtian said as he looked at Liang Cheng. Liang Cheng turned his head and ignored him.

Yingtian said pitifully to Steward Xie: "It seems that I have to fight for this little life." If your life is gone, you have to have a pension, right? ”

The room full of people burst into laughter, and they all felt that this kid was scared stupid, lost his life, and still wanted money?

Nangong Haoyun joked: "Okay, if you win, half of the 50,000 yuan will be given to you; If you lose, I'll send a thousand for your funeral expenses. Haha......"

Yingtian stupidly whispered in agreement, a sneer appeared on his face under the mask--- It's really others laughing at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others and can't see through it!"

Having said that, Yingtian is not afraid that Nangong Haoyun will break his promise.

Because, the more people with status in the wealthy family, the more they pay attention to face, and the more they want to build the archway high and beautiful. What's more, Nangong Haoyun's family is in a big trend, and they don't care about these tens of thousands of yuan at all.

Soon after, in the ring, the host was excitedly announcing the start of the match.

The corners of the half-step congenital thin and tall man's mouth curled slightly, but he still reminded himself to be cautious. The two battles he had seen with his own eyes before, although he knew that this kid won hard, he never saw his depth.

There is no reason why he should not be cautious about opponents who seem to be weak but whose strength is unpredictable. And Yingtian, who is as wise as this, will not take Giotto big without being completely sure.

The more powerful the martial artist, the more cautious he is in the more high-end desperate battles. Because, "People feel cold in high places, and their souls are scattered with a snap of their fingers" is a warning proverb in martial arts.

At this time, the tall and thin man was holding a black iron long sword, and the cold light on the sword body was deep and aura. I saw his right hand shake, and the sword light was wrapped in fighting energy, like a cold long snake straight out.

At the moment when the tip of the sword was pressing, Yingtian was like "Cangsong bent his head to the sky, and the Yao Pond and blue water swam koi", and he quickly dodged and dodged.

Then, he grasped the hilt of the sword, the sword body was pushed down to the tip of the sword, and his right foot kicked suddenly, and a sword swung out from the side, and the blade of the sword spread out like a few meteors.

The thin and tall warrior's face changed instantly, and although his steps were slightly disordered, he also changed his body as fast as lightning, trying his best to block the incoming attack.

Listening to the crisp sound of the "bell", the starlight of the Reflecting Sky Sword Blade hit his sword body, splashing dazzling sparks, so that the thin and tall warriors couldn't hold the black iron long sword blocking their chests.

He suspected that the sword move did not seem to be superior, and with a long sigh, he spared no effort to quickly counterattack, wanting to suppress it with force and win it quickly.

And Yingtian was once embarrassed, but whenever he was in danger, he was able to escape and save the day.

For more than half an hour, the two fought seventy or eighty moves without success. It's really terrifying and exciting.

In the box, Liang Cheng watched the competition in the ring in a daze, and beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead. He hopes for a miracle, not for the sky, but for money.

Although Nangong Haoyun's face was flat, he also began to drum in his heart. He didn't care about the money, but he cared if he could kill this kid who made his heart blocked.

Those who follow me prosper and those who disobey me die, this is the life philosophy upheld by these arrogant sons and brothers who are rich and unkind.

Amidst the cheers and screams of the crowd, Yingtian and the tall and thin warriors fought for more than thirty rounds. I saw that his clothes were torn in many places, and there was faint blood flowing from several wounds on his body.

Even so, Yingtian became more and more excited the more he fought. The fighting spirit condensed in Xia Dantian gave him full confidence, and his strong will was the motivation for him to continue fighting. He seemed to feel that if he tried harder, he should be able to slaughter this person on the spot.

Here, if it's just fighting and killing, he doesn't think he's burdened in his heart. But the situation is stronger than people, and I have to bow my head.

In the face of the behemoth of the Nangong family, just for the sake of his family, Yingtian can't be unscrupulous. Pretending to be forced seems to have become his current way of survival, anyway, pretending to have no capital in exchange for family safety is enough.

Now, Yingtian's body has been painted in many places, but it is not serious; The situation of the thin and tall warrior was even more tragic, and many wounds on his body were already gushing and bleeding.

Suddenly, the voice of "kill" frequently sounded in Yingtian's mind, "The devil's heart is red and dusty, kill one person in ten steps." The words of "Thousands of Martial Arts, Demon Dao should be the leader" seemed to rise from hell, and the terrifying laughter of "Jie Ji" also came from far and near. After a long time, the sound of the forest slowly dissipated.

Immediately after, a wave of sound emblems seemed to reach the ears, "Killing is infinite, and there are boundaries." If you don't go against your heart, you can achieve great success. This golden tongue lingers in the mind, and it disappears over time.

Yingtian was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and then made a decision.

Seeing that his opponent's pale face showed a look of anxiety and consternation, he took advantage of the situation and swept out with a sword, "Smack! The blade of the sword struck the waist of the tall and thin warrior like a flat ruler, and he was unstable on his footing, and his body slowly collapsed to the ground, unable to move for a while.

The two voices were always with him, as if they were often in trouble with him; From time to time, two opinions appeared as if to test his decision. However, Yingtian has his own wisdom and insight, and can often quickly discern and make decisive decisions.

After such a long time, after many tortures, Yingtian found that after making a choice, the two voices would definitely disappear. So, he now adapts to the situation, and is no longer distressed and confused.

"Good! Pretty! Amid the shouts of the crowd around him, Yingtian pretended to be seriously injured and exhausted, leaning on the cable by the ring, panting heavily.

After the host announced Yingtian's victory, he held a long sword and returned to the "Crane Singing Jiugao" box with difficulty.

Several people in the private room looked at the masked kid in front of them in shock, and the room was silent for a while.

With Liang Cheng "Okay!" A loud cry broke the silence.

He was so excited that he forgot his humility and fear, snatched the black leather bag in Steward Xie's hand, and walked quickly to Yingtian after taking out the part he deserved.

"Reflection...... Aquila, it's yours. Liang Cheng didn't forget Yingtian's money, and at the same time he was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Yingtian faltered, slowly stepped forward, reached out and took the leather bag, and sat down weakly leaning back in the chair.

At this time, Nangong Haoyun's cold voice came: "Boy, take off your mask." "He wants to see this boy who dares to reject him, who is stronger than his genius.