Wang Hui's words were clearly heard by everyone.

"Hey, he actually wants to fight nine people in one battle, and he has to fight the young saint again!"

"Such a domineering little sword saint, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

"He said he was poisoned by all the people, but is it true at this time?"

The surrounding monks gasped, and some foreign monks disdained what Wang Hui said, thinking that he was being strong.

Everyone thinks that Wang Hui may be able to fight nine battles, but it is a bit arrogant to fight the young saint again.

In the last three realms, each realm has a huge difference, like the difference between cloud and mud.

Even Wang Hui already has the strength of a half-step saint, and he is not Zheng Yifan's opponent, not to mention that he was defeated by Zheng Yifan.

No one is optimistic about Wang Hui.

Most of them felt that he was killing himself.

"Full of nonsense!"

Zheng Yifan frowned and snorted: "I'm all a big sect, how can I poison you as a half-saint?!"

Zheng Yifan paused, and then spoke proudly: "Could it be that you think that I am a dignified saint and not your opponent yet?"

"There are many beings, but there are clouds. ”

Wang Hui ignored Zheng Yifan's words, glanced at everyone, and said in a calm tone: "I didn't tell you about the poison pill. ”

"And who are you talking about?"

Some people present were stunned and a little confused by Wang Hui's words.

Only Ning Yuan smiled faintly and suddenly spoke.

"Why don't you fight yet?"

Ning Yuan's gaze fell on the nine alien monks, and he said with a smile: "This person just swallowed a mouthful of Hui Yuan Dan, and if he beheaded one person before, it should be the last aura." ”

"If he wants you to go together, then go up. ”

Ning Yuan squinted his eyes slightly: "Who can win this martial arts, the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce is willing to invest three million high-grade spirit stones to reward it." ”

"Shhh

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked.

"Three million spirit stones!"

"The Kyushu Chamber of Commerce is worthy of the name of the treasure house of the world, and has strong financial resources!"

"This noble man, really...... Alas, three million!"

Some people looked at Ning Yuan with wide eyes, some people looked at Ning Yuan with hot eyes, and some people sighed sourly.

This nobleman.

It's so rich!

The Kyushu Chamber of Commerce is really generous!

Three million top-grade spirit stones are considered a lot of cultivation resources in the Holy Land Sect, so he casually promised it?

Just to motivate these nine people to defeat the Little Sword Master?

The nine people who were originally a little hesitant moved one after another, glanced at each other, and saw the surprise and determination in each other.

Maybe.

The little sword master is really exhausted.

"Nobleman, the little sword saint has no grievances with you, why be so aggressive!"

The monks from Zhongzhou couldn't help it, and shouted angrily: "The Kyushu Chamber of Commerce originated from Zhongzhou, why should you be aggressive and instigate foreign races to kill our human race Tianjiao!"

"You are wrong, the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce is not a thing of Zhongzhou, and the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce belongs to the world of Kyushu. ”

Ning Yuan put down the teacup, looked at Wang Hui, and smiled faintly: "I don't care who lives or dies, I just want to watch a martial arts fight." ”

"Good!"

Zheng Yifan laughed and arched his hand at Ning Yuan: "Nobleman, the martial arts will disperse, why don't you drink with me?" I am willing to drink with you all night to thank you for your help today!"

Ning Yuan's behavior, in Zheng Yifan's opinion, is completely a confidant!

suppressed Wang Hui and strongly supported the alien race, which is very similar to the style of the whole sect in recent years, and Zheng Yifan's good impression of Ning Yuan has been raised again.

The cultivation is low, and he is rich, and he seems to be quite willful, so he casually threw out three million spirit stones in order to watch a martial arts fight.

Is not such a man a big fat sheep who is deceived and slaughtered by others?

When Zheng Yifan thought of this, his heart was hot, and he wondered what kind of excuse to find to slaughter Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan smiled and didn't say anything.

Zheng Yifan didn't care, he smiled at Ning Yuan friendlyly, and finally looked at the nine alien races: "Since the nobles have opened their mouths, don't you dare to fight? It's really a shame for Dongzhou." ”

"Hmph. ”

One of the aliens snorted coldly, stared at Wang Hui, and said in a deep voice: "He must be the end of the crossbow, let's go up together and kill him!"

For the sake of those three million spirit stones!

"Three million spirit stones. ”

Wang Hui tilted his head slightly, glanced at Ning Yuan, and suddenly smiled hoarsely: "Wang Hui thank you." ”

Whoever can win will have three million spirit stones.

Isn't this a clear award from the master?

The master is still so tolerant, he does not condemn me, but comforts my heart with three million.

How can I lose!

......

When everyone saw Wang Hui speak, they couldn't help but be stunned.

Little Sword Master is too conceited!

Before you fight, you already have the intention to win!

"Boom!"

The broken sword in Wang Hui's hand groaned softly, trembling endlessly, and a strong supreme sword intent came out of his body, as if the green dragon who could not suppress the killing intent in his heart was staring at every enemy present.

The nine people standing opposite Wang Hui couldn't help but tremble in their hearts when they looked at the broken sword in his hand.

This sword intent is already ready to be launched, and the sharp sword intent makes people panic from the heart.

He gives the illusion.

If this sword is shot, a wound will be cut out in the sky!

The nine alien monks had solemn faces, and the disciples of the Hundred Beast Village died tragically in front of them, and the blood and flesh were still blooming on the ground, and they were not allowed to be careless.

"Let's get on it!"

One of the most cultivated alien monks whispered, "You restrain him, and I will kill him." ”

The nine of them were still exchanging tactics in their minds.

However, the next breath intermittent.

"Poof!"

"Groan!"

The broken sword erupted with strong sword intent, and Wang Hui pinched the sword trick in his hand and gently swung it forward.

"Slash!"

With a low cry of indifference, the infinite peerless sword intent stirred up a vast ocean of aura, and a touch of white training thundered quickly, tearing the void and breaking through all shackles.

The appearance of the broken sword was clearly reflected in the pupils of the nine alien monks.

They watched as the quaint and even rusty broken sword slashed forward in a bland manner!

Can't dodge!

Reiki stagnation!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

In a flash.

Heaven and earth.

Only this one and only sword.

"Poof! poof!"

The sound of nine sharp weapons entering the body sounded one after another, and the nine alien monks of the Feather Transformation Realm had no suspense, like the disciples of the Hundred Beast Village, blood lines appeared on their foreheads, and the flesh and blood full of spiritual energy fell with a clatter.

With a sword, cut these nine people in half!

"Shhh

For a while, the entire hall was full of shocking sounds, looking at Wang Hui blankly, and the monks were so shocked that they couldn't even say a complete sentence.

Is this the Zhongzhou Little Sword Saint?

Is this a half-step saint?

He's too strong!

In the main hall, there are people from Kyushu, and there is no shortage of sword cultivators, but no one can see through his sword.

Too fast! too ruthless! too accurate!

"It seems that the winner has been decided. ”

A clear and smiling voice broke the silence in the hall, and everyone looked over one after another, it was the noble man from the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce.

Ning Yuan looked at Wang Hui with a smile: "It's just too fast, it's not enjoyable to watch." ”

The master didn't enjoy it.

Then keep fighting!

"Boom!"

The broken sword turned, dripping around in Wang Hui's hand, and his eyes fell on Zheng Yifan's body: "Dare to fight!"

A simple and neat sentence, revealing Wang Hui's resoluteness.

"You are so bold that you dare to provoke the young saint!"

Some inner disciples shouted loudly and glared at Wang Hui angrily.

Wang Hui didn't pay attention to the scolding of the inner disciples, his eyes just fell on Zheng Yifan's body, with a slight hint of ridicule in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Without any means, can you, a young saint, dare to fight with me?"

"Bloody mouth!"

Zheng Yifan frowned, stared at Wang Hui, and asked in a deep voice: "What means did you use to restore your strength!"

Wang Hui's tone was calm: "With the help of my teacher." ”

"Your teacher, is it Qingli Supreme!"

Zheng Yifan was shocked in his heart.

Wang Hui shook his head: "She is not worthy." ”

"The respect of my teacher, no one in Kyushu can match. ”