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"Yo, uncle, this ironclad thing, you just bought it here, you won the money, it's not enough to invite people to dinner?"

"Uh...... Uh, haha, that's right. The man turned to one side, took out a handful of fluorescent and shining spirit stones from his sleeve, gently grabbed the woman's jade palm with one palm, and handed it all over.

"Lao Zhang, do you want to buy it?"

"Buy, why don't you buy it, help me buy ten spirit stones, bet on Li Shengshu to win." ”

Lao Zhang thought about it in his heart, this money is too risk-free. When the money is earned, the tigress in the family should be obedient and dare not make a mistake.

"Giggle...... Wait a minute, I will give you a ticket to exchange. The woman turned her delicate body, twisted her graceful figure, and walked back.

"Haha......" Suddenly, there was a hearty laugh from the venue.

I saw a sturdy man in the field, revealing his mane-covered chest, stood up, and said with praise: "Chen Mo, this kid is really good." ”

Knowing that there was a change in the arena, the two immediately turned their eyes to the sphere screen.

In the picture, Chen Mo is holding a turtle on his shoulder, standing in the ring, not surprised or delighted, and he can't see the joy of his victory.

The defeated person was half-leaning up, with blood stains hanging from the corners of his mouth that he hadn't had time to wipe off, stroking his chest with one hand, and looking at Chen Mo angrily, full of unwillingness.

This person is none other than the host Qinghua Sect's situation Xiangchen, so it's no wonder he is so unwilling.

For a while, there were many introductions in the room, pointing at the Qianyuan Tianmu.

Lao Zhang's gaze turned to the Qianyuan Tianmu. couldn't help sighing: "The Witch Gu Sect Xi Peiya and the Eight Desolation Sword Sect's Shui Ruyue duel, the odds are actually equal. ”

The odds that have just been updated seem to be a big favorite. But the two duel are equal odds, which proves that their strength is almost equal, and everyone is obviously undecided.

"Hehe, Lao Zhang, what do you say about this?"

"Hmph, I won't participate in a duel like this that is too suspenseful. Lao Zhang gently opened the tea lid. Drank tea.

"Look. The man next to him was suddenly startled and reminded.

The two of them looked at the sphere......

......

When the sun was blazing, tens of thousands of people shouted on the field. No wonder the entire Qinghua City was deserted, it turned out that they either gathered together to bet on the sidelines, or gathered in this super large open-air venue to watch the martial arts competition on the spot.

With shouts all around. A man in a gray robe walked up the ring. It's more appropriate to say that he's a boy than a man.

Because although this person looks like an adult, he is only three feet tall, with a pair of deep pupils, with his inverted eyebrows, and his body is thin, as if a gust of wind can blow him down. And that gloomy and colorless face, which made it feel like he had just come out of that grave. Crawl out of the zombies.

On his back, a black cloth draped down. The rectangular object is a little bulky.

On the stage, the on-site referee elder of the Qinghua Sect, with a handful of silver beards, glanced at him, turned to look at the audience, and said loudly: "The thirty-ninth Youth Heavenly Dao Conference, the last forty-in-ten martial arts competition knockout match, by Zhao You, a disciple of the Tianji Sect, will face off against the scattered cultivator Fei Mo Mingyang......"

A sentence of Fei Mo reverberated throughout the arena, causing the surrounding audience to discuss.

"Fei Mo mixed with the sun?" In the audience, Yuan Haocang, who was actively preparing for the battle, held his chin and frowned.

Instead, Zhao You, who was about to take the stage as soon as he took a shot, said: "It's okay, just a little kid, Brother Cang is optimistic about you." ”

Zhao You's eyes froze, nodded heavily, and responded, "Brother Cang, don't worry." He turned around and walked towards the ring with steady steps.

"Hmph, this Fei Mo Mingyang is not a little child. On the side, Shentu Wenbin, a disciple of Qinghua Sect, clasped his hands and said unfathomably.

Yuan Haocang looked sideways.

This Shentu Wenbin was originally a core disciple of the Qinghua Sect, and he was also the concubine of the sect master, and he was originally a disciple of their Qinghua Sect with excellent talent, but because he was too eager for quick success and quick profit three years ago, he was in a mess when cultivating, and his qi and blood reversed, and he almost became a wasted person.

Fortunately, the sect master Shen Tuxin rescued him, so that he would not fall. If there is no such thing, there will be a place for him among the Sanctuary seed players.

"What, Brother Shentu, do you know this kid on the stage?" asked Yuan Haocang.

"Hmph. Shentu Wenbin sneered and looked at the stage lightly: "Don't look at this person's bad looks, he is a personal disciple of the head of the Afterlife Gate, Long Xingyuan, and he was expelled from the division because he broke the morgue array in the Afterlife Gate, causing the people to suffer corpse disasters." Moreover, because of this incident, the Gate of the Dead Life was also besieged by the four sects, nominally for the Heavenly Way, but in fact it was the Qingming coffin, the magic weapon of the Gate of the Dead Door. ”

"Qingming coffin?" Yuan Haocang said secretly.

He had also heard of this thing, which could not only refine living corpses as battle puppets, but also with the cooperation of the Mixed Yuan Array, it was said that it also had the ability to bring the dead back to life, of course, this was just a rumor, and no one had ever really seen it.

"And then?"

Shentu Wenbin gradually stood up, looked at Fei Mo Mingyang on the stage, and frowned, because if Zhao You lost, then he would have to compete with Fei Mo Mingyang to grab the top ten places, which was not what he wanted.

I saw that he seemed to answer and said: "Later, after thirteen days of hard fighting, the Death Gate was finally difficult to resist, and the master of the Gate, Long Xingyuan, died in the chaotic battle. But he doesn't know the whereabouts of his Zhenmen magic weapon Qingming coffin, if I guess correctly, this Fei Mo Chaoyang is carrying the Qingming coffin. ”

In the ring, Zhao You stood opposite Fei Mo Mingyang, looked down at the "child" in front of him, and raised his head high. Listening to him, he said: "The weather is good today, the wind is beautiful, why is there a child?"

But as he spoke, a wisp of divine thought had already disappeared into the storage ring.

There was a snapping sound on the arm, and a black iron-like chain had climbed up the arm, and with the sound, a spirit stone hand cannon that was automatically assembled into a body was already embedded in the arm.

Seeing that he lifted the barrel of a cannon two feet long, put it to his mouth and blew it, and then took it as a crutch, and walked over.

Zhao You walked up to Fei Mo Mingyang and asked with a concerned face: "Oh, little friend, why are you carrying a big box, is it heavy?"

Fei Mo Mingyang was still expressionless, his deep pupils slowly closed, and at the moment when he closed his eyes, the clothes around him rose without wind, and he was repeatedly gray-brown Xuangang, as if he had broken free from hell, and in an instant, he and Zhao You were wrapped together.

Zhao You's pupils shrank, his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly retreated under his feet, and raised the spirit hand cannon by the way. The fiery Xuangang aura quickly spread all over the body.

However, before he could activate the spirit stone energy in the cannon chamber, the energy of the unjust soul turned into dozens of hideous dead corpse phantoms, accompanied by the trembling ghost crying wolf howl, rushing to his face.

"Corpse howl. Those who were well-informed at the scene all exclaimed in low voices. Even Chen Mo showed a dignified expression.

This formation can confuse people's minds, make the opponent unbearable torture, and the meridians burst and die.

"Ah~. ”

Sure enough, Zhao You roared, like a ghostly wail, and his mind was completely controlled.

"Hmph. The weird sneer on the corner of Fei Moyang's mouth made people shudder.

Shocked, Yuan Haocang stared at his frightened eyes, saw that he was holding a piece of cotton cloth used by the contestants to wipe sweat in his hand, ran to the ring, raised his hand and threw the cotton cloth high into the air, and shouted: "Surrender, stop." ”

Call~

The howling array of Zhao You's corpse surrounded the ring, like the ebbing tide of the sea, and instantly recovered the surface of Fei Mo's mixed yang body.

"Fei Mo Mingyang wins. The Elder Referee declared.

"Senior brother, how are you?" Yuan Haocang ran to Zhao You's side and asked worriedly.

I saw that Zhao You's clothes were torn and tattered, and his exposed body was covered with five finger scratches and bloodstains.

"What a weird formation. Chen Mo exhaled.

You must know that this person only used one move, and he defeated Zhao You in less than two breaths. The important thing is that the Qingming coffin behind him is still wrapped in black cloth and is not used at all.

"Everyone!" the referee greeted in the ring.

Immediately, the audience, who had not yet recovered from the duel just now, held their breath and looked away from him.

The Elder Referee of Qinghua Sect stroked his beard lightly and continued: "The knockout round of the forty-in-ten group has ended, and now there are two people left in each of the ten groups to carry out the next group top ten promotion rounds, and the order of appearance will be sorted out after a re-draw. The first duel was played by Wu Yuanzheng, a disciple of the Qinghua Sect, against Chen Yue of the Rakshasa Sect. ”

"Chen Yue?"

Sitting in the player's seat, Shentu Mengting chuckled in her heart, and after hearing this name, a layer of frost appeared in her eyes, cold, but her heart was uncontrollably thumping.

Xiu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she took a deep breath before she restrained her heartbeat, which was far faster than normal. glanced at Wu Yuanzheng who was walking to the ring, and couldn't help but be a little worried. I have fought with Chen Yue, and I know how powerful he is, but with one Wu Yuanzheng, I am afraid that he will ......

Shentu Mengting shook her head gently.

"Sect Master Shentu, what do you think of these two people?" Zhou Chengtian, the Sect Master of the Holy Ming Sect on the side, asked meaningfully.

"Hehe, it's just two juniors, how big a wave can it make. Shen Tuxin lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

In the ring, the two had already stood still.

Chen Yue still covered his face with a silver fox mask, and a few strands of inverted white hair, like the invincibility of his shoulders, radiated silver light in the sun. But in his clear eyes, it seemed that a thousand years of ice were hidden, and they were covered with a layer of frost, so that the air around him condensed into ice, and slowly closed a pair of indifferent eyes.

"Hmph, bluff. ”

Wu Yuanzheng on the opposite side snorted coldly, relying on a pair of three-foot quenching swords in his hand, and his own pure cultivation, it can be said that he has passed all the way in the martial arts competition, and the people who duel with him have not survived three moves, and they are defeated under his double swords.

And that Chen Yue, just a cult disciple who was lucky, had already analyzed his tricks and analyzed them as well.

...... (To be continued......)