As the bet between the two was reached, a circle of compass-like lines appeared at the center of the eyebrows of the two, and the formation of the two disappeared.

This is the most unique feature of the Qingzhou interface, as long as it is a gambling contract, as long as it is a contract, as long as it is a written agreement, it will be witnessed by heaven and earth. So no one dares to play tricks in such a bet. Whoever dares to repay the debt will have heavy consequences.

Yanlu Fox sat steadily, as if he didn't care about the bet between the two at all, and continued to smile and look ahead.

Other people's life-and-death battles, in the eyes of those of their superiors, are just talking points that can be used for gambling at will, which is really the cruelest reality.

"Are you ready?"

"Alright!

"Then I'll attack!"

"I'll take it!"

When such a voice resounded throughout the audience, it was nothing to say, and everyone felt a kind of crookedness in their hearts. But in such a greasy, a scene that shocked them suddenly appeared. Bai Mo's figure disappeared from the local area with a whizz, and the movements were completely similar to those when he had dealt with the three brothers of the Blue Red Tu Yin before, as fast as a frightening one.

It's coming, it's really coming!

Despite the disdain in his words before, Lan Chi Zhang Yang still looked nervous when he watched Bai Mo's fist rise like that, hitting his abdomen like lightning. This has nothing to do with cultivation, it is purely a natural reaction of the mind.

Bang!

After the turtle red robe was hit by white ink, a trace of runes suddenly appeared, blocking this heavy punch alive. Lan Chi Zhang Yang felt the power condensed in this punch. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a sneer.

The second level of the Spirit Venerable is only the second level of the Spirit Venerable, and no matter how strong the spiritual power is, it is limited. Don't say that such a punch hurts me, even the turtle's red robe doesn't even want to tear it open. A fist like this, let alone three punches. Even if it's doubled, I'll be able to handle it.

"Bai Mo, is this your first punch? You've got two punches left, so it's best to push harder and don't wriggle like a. Lan Chi said arrogantly with an unbridled smile on his face.

Don't miss an opportunity to use psychological tactics to influence your opponent at any time, because you can't be sure of an opportunity like this. Which will save your life at a critical time.

"Is that right? my first punch isn't over yet?" Bai Mo looked at Lan Chi's wild laughter, and only then did his right fist move away from the red robe.

And at the moment of moving, Lan Chi's flamboyant expression suddenly changed. The wild laughter on his face just now was gone, replaced by a solemn and fleeting panic.

Because on the red robe of the turtle, a miserable scream suddenly came out. At the same time as the terrible shout rang out, it was in the midst of everyone's exclamations. This ninth-level spiritual artifact, the Xuan Tortoise Red Robe. In the scattered explosion of countless runes, it was destroyed in an instant.

The fragments flew, revealing Lan Chi Zhangyang's sturdy upper body.

Naked without any covering!

Bai Mo's first punch didn't seem to have any strength, and it easily tore the ninth-level spirit weapon into pieces. Such a scene really shocked everyone. You must know that the strength of the Daoist monk is huge, but with such a strength, he wants to really destroy a spiritual weapon. That's quite difficult.

Not to mention that Bai Mo's current actions are not as simple as destroying them. Rather, they are destroyed alive. The ninth-level spirit weapon of the transformation was wiped out under the power of a punch like this, and this kind of strength is definitely not something that anyone can do.

Jiao Ao's originally casual expression also shook a little!

"The power of one punch actually has such a strong force, could it be said that he is a brute cultivator? That's right, he must be a brute cultivator. Otherwise, according to the cultivation of the second level of the Spirit Venerable, how could he do this. Interesting, I didn't expect to meet a barbarian cultivator here. Jiao Fengyun's eyes lit up.

"What about brute cultivation? A barbarian cultivator of the second level of Lingzun, don't even want to threaten Lan Chi Zhangyang, there is no way to break his defenses. Lan Chixiong said decisively.

"Really?" said the green firefly dance.

"Shhhhh

Sure enough, as Jiao Fengyun's words landed, Bai Mo was under everyone's gaze, without any pause, and at the same time as his feet landed, he burst out again. It's just that this time is different from just now, because above his fist, three rounds of the sun appeared.

These three rounds of the sun appeared suddenly, and the scorching temperature swept away the moment they appeared, forcing the cultivators to keep falling backwards. One round of the sun is enough to deter the audience, not to mention the current three rounds of the sun, which must rotate and form the shape of a petal.

At this time, Bai Mo's fist was no longer a fist, but like a meteor, a meteor that burned with flames all over its body, carried a strong force, and condensed a terrifying high temperature. If he was really hit by such a meteor, Lan Chi Zhang Yang would really be blown up on the spot.

This is the three-day gathering of "Golden Wuyan Day"!

Since you want to be so public, then I will fulfill you, you are not worthy of ten days, and now you can only be greeted by my three-day gathering. Bai Mo, who wants to be powerful, will not leave any backhand.

Although Bai Mo's spiritual power was consumed quite quickly, and his brute strength was also disappearing unconsciously, he had no choice.

As long as Lan Dai can be rescued, all the efforts are worth it!

Panic and fear!

Tremble and be afraid!

Solemn and low!

Lan Chi Zhang Yang had never felt so uncomfortable as he did now, it was like swallowing a fly alive. Just now, he made such a big wish, saying that he could ignore Bai Mo's three punches. But the first punch made Lan Chi Zhang Yang nervous, and this second punch brought him an unprecedented oppressive force.

Even if Lan Chi Zhang Yang knew that even if he mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body, he probably didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to resist this second punch steadily.

If he was able to attack, then Lan Chi Zhang Yang still had absolute confidence that he could win, but what should he do now? Could it really be that he was going to be beaten passively?

"Three-day gathering!"

Buzzing!

In such a flash of light, Lan Chi Zhang Yang already felt the kind of coercion brought by the heavy punch. He knew that he didn't have any chance to hesitate and had to take such a second punch. If you really dodge, how will you be in the family in the future?

Crash!

When Lan Chi's divine sense turned, a spirit pattern armor was worn on his body. Although it is a bit opportunistic to do so, it will be considered by everyone as a tasteless. But as long as they can survive, why bother with what the rest of the people think. If you die like this, that's the most tragic thing. (To be continued......)