Luo Yan kept watching there, smiling and not saying a word.

Less than a quarter of an hour before the end of the betting, the monks had basically finished their bets and returned to the stands, waiting for the game to begin, and there were only three or five people left in front of the light wall still walking back and forth.

At this time, Luo Yan said to Mo Lingyun and the other women: "Let's go buy that demon clan friend in the middle stage of the god transformation and win!"

Everyone was a little surprised at first, and then saw Luo Yan's serious eyes, so they didn't hesitate any longer, Lino asked, "Then how much should we buy?"

Luo Yan replied: "Don't buy too much, so as not to displease them, just buy a thousand spirit stones." ”

Then, each person took out a thousand spirit stones, also placed a bet, and then stood on the steps not far from the ring, looked at the table, and waited for the start of the game with everyone.

The silver-haired old man before saw that they had all bought the Demon Clan Monk to win, and his face unconsciously became a little (yīn) heavy, but later he saw that they had only bought a thousand spirit stones each, and his face was slightly better, and he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

In fact, Luo Yan has also been paying attention to him, and the change of his watch (qíng) and his hurried departure have made Luo Yan more sure of his judgment.

After a short while, the sweet-looking woman who was not wearing much came to the stage again.

She said with a smile on her face: "Now that the exciting moment is coming, let's welcome the two heroes with a round of applause." After speaking, she raised her jade hand lightly and pointed to the entrance of the table.

The red-robed monk, known as Zhenwei, came to the stage first, bowed to everyone, and then stood beside him.

After that, a demon monk wearing a black robe and pointed ears came up, and (shēn) exuded the aura of cultivation in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods.

However, in Luo Yan's opinion, he has faintly reached the level of the late stage of transforming into a god, but he has not yet broken through.

After the demon monk saluted everyone, he came to the other side of the ring and stood still.

Then, the woman continued, "It is still our Elder Canglong who is still the judge in this field. As she spoke, she pointed to the entrance of the table again.

The old man who had announced Zhenwei's victory in the last game walked up with a smile and bowed (shēn) to everyone.

Then the woman said, "Now let's give them the ring, good luck to everyone!" and then she kissed away again.

The audience erupted in a shouting voice, mixed with loud whistles and shrill laughter.

Mo Lingyun, who was standing next to Luo Yan, looked back at the stands with some disdain, and said indignantly: "It's really shameless. ”

Luo Yan hurriedly pulled her arm, turned her (shēn) around, and whispered:

"Be careful, you want to offend everyone present, part of you are here to place bets, part of it is to relax, and the organizers also find out everyone's purpose, so they will arrange this kind of incitement (qíng) host. ”

"I can't stand the atmosphere. Mo Lingyun pursed his lips.

Luo Yan said: "You are dressed as a man now, and it will pass if you endure it, so don't you quickly withdraw your mouth." ”

Mo Lingyun suddenly smiled after hearing this, his face returned to calm, and then the displeasure on the faces of Linuo and the others also dispersed.

The old man on the stage retreated to the edge of the ring and placed a black token into the card slot on the stone table.

A white transparent light curtain immediately lit up in the ring, enveloping the two (shēn) in red and black robes.

Then the old man made a starting hand

and then sat down in a chair behind the stone table.

Looking at the light curtain again, Zhenwei, who was wearing a red robe, attacked first, only to see him holding the sword in both hands, and the circle of true qi on his arm kept injecting into the red sword's body.

It turned out that the seemingly ordinary long sword began to circulate after absorbing his true qi, turning into tadpole-like runes.

Flames gradually appeared on the sword (shēn), and finally turned into a flaming fiery serpent, which flew towards the gray-robed monk of the demon clan.

Wherever the sword passed, the space was crackling.

"Such a powerful sword momentum, it really deserves to be a dark horse, with strength, it seems that this game will end soon. ”

As soon as Zhenwei made a move, some people cheered for him, and under the drive of this person, there was also a one-sided cheer for the red side in the stands.

The demon monk in the duel saw the fire snake attacking, and he didn't dare to slack off, a blue long sword drew three shield-like shapes in a row in front of (shēn), and then urged the true qi to condense it and arrange it in front of (shēn).

Immediately after that, the long sword in his hand was raised horizontally, and a blue electric current emitted from the tip of the sword, which was connected to the three shields in front of (shēn), and the spiritual power beating on it seemed to be not weak.

When the fire snake encountered the first blue shield, it shattered it with a "snap", and then the second blue shield shattered again.

The scattered blue crystal light hit the white light curtain and made a "tom, tom" sound, and the light curtain trembled, puffing up a small bag the size of a person's head.

The old man behind the stone table saw this scene and hurriedly pasted a golden token on the pattern.

Soon, the white light curtain turned pale gold, and the bulging bag returned to its original shape.

Watching the fierce fighting, there was a cheering voice from the stands.

Inside the light curtain, the fire snake slowed down after shattering the second blue shield, and after a few breaths of stalemate with the third shield, it also passed through it.

Seeing that the fire snake was approaching, the demon clan monk in the middle stage of the cultivation in the back hurriedly jumped into the air, and the green long sword in his hand lightly pressed the snake's head, directing its power to the ground.

The moment the fire snake hit the ground, it let out a roar, leaving a black scorched stone, and in this way, the demon monk narrowly and narrowly escaped the attack of the fire snake.

Seeing that he had not injured his opponent, the red-robed Zhenwei sneered, the offensive in his hand did not decrease, his movements changed, and he drew a red arc in the air with his return hand, trapping the demon monk in it.

The demon monk unleashed his shield one after another, and stepped on the green shield (shēn) to gallop towards the other side of the ring, and after one move, the two of them reversed their positions.

Seeing that this move had not hurt the other party, Zhenwei also showed a trace of surprise, and immediately put his hands together, urging his true qi to form a fireball between his hands, and pushed it out towards the black-robed monk.

The fireball was red on the outside and yellow on the inside, and it flew out of the sky (rì), whistling towards the other party.

At this time, the demon monk's body (shēn) had already been brought to the edge of the ring, and if he took another step back, he would fall down.

Seeing the fireball coming, he had no choice but to use his long sword to pick at the fireball, and (shēn) rolled on the ground, dodging it with difficulty from under the fireball.

As a result, as he rubbed with the fireball (shēn), the robe was burned with a large hole, and a layer of skin inside was also charred.

Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the black-robed monk, there was cheering in the stands, and someone shouted: "Come on, Zhenwei, kill him in one go." ”

"Zhenwei, I'm dead to you. ”

One of the nuns even shouted such a blatant remark

Language.

Listening to the shouts from the stands, Zhenwei's blood boiled, and he urged his true qi again, and his body turned into a burning lion, rushing towards the black-robed monk, raising his foot and stepping on the demon monk's abdomen.

The black-robed long sword that was still lying on the ground stabbed out diagonally, pointing at Zhenwei's raised foot, and on his sword, a green line as thin as a hair flew out faintly.

Zhenwei's giant foot the size of a millstone stopped in mid-air halfway, his face showing a painful expression (qíng), and a terrible scream came out of his mouth, and his body (shēn) retreated.

Only then did the demon monk on the ground get a respite, and he stood up (shēn) and wiped his hand on the burnt wound to restore his original epidermis.

Then, he took a pill and quickly recovered his true qi.

It turned out that the person who bought the red side to win, saw the changes on the table, and for a while began to be able to do it again.

What is this (qíng) situation, and what move did Black make just now?

Could it be that the red side is going to lose? he's (nǎi) (nǎi), but I've invested 10,000 spirit stones!

Brother Tai doesn't need to make a fuss, I think it's just some carving insect skills, and it's just a fluke to win a trick!

......

After Zhenwei on the stage was accidentally injured, he became even more irritable, and once again urged the fiery red long sword to rush towards the demon monk in the pranayama like a hungry tiger pounced.

The demon monk did not move this time, and his body turned into a green-eyed flying cat on the spot, and a pair of big eyes looked directly at Zhenwei's eyes, and the green pupils made people's eyes bloom, and the pupils began to contract involuntarily.

At the moment when Zhenwei blinked, two condensed cold lights emitted from those green eyes, which fell directly on Zhenwei's eyelids.

In an instant, two streams of blood spurted out of Zhenwei's eyes, and his eyes turned into a blood mist.

And at this time, the giant tail of the steel whip of the demon clan monk who turned into a flying cat also volleyed over.

Under the perception of divine consciousness, the red-robed Zhenwei raised the red long sword in his hand and blocked it.

When the two came together, he felt a sharp pain in his arm, and then he felt that his body was light, and the long sword and half of his arm had disappeared.

In astonishment, Zhenwei hurriedly pulled the (shēn) body back again.

The demon monk (shēn), who had turned into a green-eyed flying cat, grew in size again, became a giant tiger, soared into the air, and grabbed Zhenwei's (xiōng) with his front paws, leaving five blood marks in an instant, and his open blood basin mouth also "clicked", completely biting off the remaining half of his arm.

A series of screams emanated from Zhenwei's mouth, making people feel creepy to hear, and his body (shēn) shook on the stage a few times, before finally falling under another attack by the giant tiger.

And the old man, who was the ruling, immediately pointed at the light curtain, and a white light flew onto the table, preventing the demon clan monk from continuing to harm Zhenwei.

The demon monk turned into a human form on the spot, holding a green long sword and pointing at Zhenwei's back, as long as he moved, I am afraid that he would be killed immediately.

Zhenwei saw that there was nothing to be done, so he had to admit defeat on the spot.

The ruling old man then removed the light curtain and announced the result of the victory of the demon monks.

Faced with this ending, the monks in the stands turned from excitement at the beginning to frustration, and the feeling that one moment they were still in heaven and the next moment they were in hell made them helpless.

Some people didn't even believe what happened in the end, and their staring eyes had not yet been withdrawn.

At this time, the sweet-looking and less-dressed woman had already begun to introduce the next contest (qíng).