He Miaomiao's divine sense is real, and the young man's concealment technique is simply impeccable, if it weren't for her being a few small realms higher, it would be impossible to break through.

In addition to concealment, his speed was also extremely fast, and his divine sense only caught a fluctuation of breath, and he did not observe the movement at all.

The strength of this young man was obviously stronger than she imagined.

Below the ring, the middle-aged man who fell to the ground and vomited blood had a face full of disbelief, and it took a long time to realize that he had been defeated, and he looked at the young man with a shy smile above with hatred, and his teeth were about to be crushed.

The middle-aged monks scolded and scolded, not daring to rush at the young man who was now a candidate for the head of the hall, but vented at the middle-aged who had left.

He Miaomiao took advantage of the fact that everyone was still on the edge of the ring, and hurriedly walked to the not too crowded Baishengfang wooden shed, and exchanged the token for the five hundred soul stones he had won, as well as the five hundred that he had originally bet.

"Little friendly eyesight, it's worth it to bet more next time!"

The reception was full of smiles on the faces of the mid-stage soul cultivators, and the kind faces looked harmless to humans and animals, which could easily make people feel a sense of trust.

He Miaomiao knew from everyone's chatter that this person was the big proprietor of Baishengfang, and in the entire South Thirty-three City, he was notoriously difficult to deal with.

"Thank you seniors, it's a pity that there aren't many soul stones, so I don't dare to squander them too much. ”

He Miaomiao dealt with him casually, politely walked out of the shed, and waited for the next one to start.

As soon as she walked out of the wooden shed, the monks who had gone to the front to watch the battle had already returned, and in the crowd, she suddenly saw a female cultivator holding a dusty stone plaque and shouting: "The token of the left protector!"

This shout caused many people to look back, but everyone heard that the Momotsuka teleportation charm was invalid, and when they saw that the token was here, they didn't pay much attention.

Liuyun on the high platform noticed the situation, stood up and beckoned to the female cultivator holding the sign, as if to send a voice to her to go.

The monks who have earned the soul stone are not thinking about the token at all, and those who lose are even more thinking about winning back in the next game, let alone caring about it.

He Miaomiao didn't look at it anymore when she saw it, as long as the token was not in her hand, who took it, who would be the left protector and the like had nothing to do with her.

After a short time, the monks who had obtained the soul stones came out of the wooden shed again, and stood in the doorway looking at the ring, waiting for the second pair to play.

He Miaomiao had to change to a place with less soul cultivation to stand, but just when she walked to a suitable open space, she saw Wu Cang walking towards her with a permanently worried expression.

"You were the one who killed Momozuka. ”

Wu Cang seemed to be passing by casually, and when Chuanyin said this, he bypassed He Miaomiao and walked to the other side.

There were no threats, no warnings, and no demands left, as if he were just casually mentioning it without any purpose.

He Miaomiao raised her eyebrows, the killing intent in her heart only flashed, the other party did not make further moves, and she couldn't do it at the moment, so she could only wait and see what he wanted.

She solved the hundred mounds and realized that killing the soul cultivator of the Nine Shadows Hall was a serious crime in Youdu, and the consequences were even more serious than the treachery in the Taoist cultivation.

Even if the mounds are not a good thing, wearing that Dharma Protector Token is like a layer of divine brilliance, which cannot be violated by ordinary soul cultivators.

No matter why Wu Cang knew, and whether he had evidence or not, as long as this matter was poked out, she could be wanted by the Nine Shadows and the Imperial Soul Palaces in the city.

So she didn't think that Wu Cang really didn't have any purpose, but there were many ears and eyes around, so it was not convenient to say.

He turned around and walked around in a random clearing to a stop, looking in the direction of the ring and waiting for the second match.

He Miaomiao also pretended that nothing had happened, heard the name that was about to play, analyzed it in her mind for a while, combined with the soul power swept by her divine sense, and bought the side she was optimistic about again.

Five hundred soul stones are nothing in Baisheng Fang, even if she wins a few games in a row, she is considered lucky at best, as long as she is not greedy and does not win from beginning to end.

In the second scene, there were two female cultivators, one was a white-haired old woman, and the other was a girl of seventeen or eighteen.

He Miaomiao's bet was the old woman.

Her soul power is calm and heavy, full of energy, and her face looks old, but it is the appearance that she was destined to have when she was pregnant with her soul, and it has little to do with strength.

On the contrary, it is a girl, although the breath is strong enough, but the soul power is not calm, and there is a sense of frivolity.

Coupled with the tricks recorded on the tissue paper, He Miaomiao felt that the old woman had a better chance of winning.

The fighting method began under the order of the left protector of the Imperial Soul Palace, and the old woman's attack almost fell with the sound, and the girl's reaction was a little slower, but she did not dodge or avoid the hard attack, but let herself not fall behind.

This one is more intense than just now, because of the last young man's clumsy victory, the old woman and the girl dare not take it lightly.

The sword shadow in the ring is sufficient, the long silk is fluttering, the two of them are soft and strong, each has its own merits.

The old woman's sword moves are ruthless and spicy, and every angle of the attack, even the speed, seems to have been accurately calculated.

And Chang Aya's softness is full of murderous intentions, seemingly messy and disorganized, but it can block every sword shadow.

The monks watching the battle below were extremely nervous, each cheering for the side that bet, and the cries were louder and louder, and the fight became more and more intense in the lively atmosphere.

He Miaomiao could see clearly that the girl seemed to deal with it properly, but in fact, she had no strength to fight back, and fell into a strange circle where she could only receive and defend.

And in the old woman's calm expression, there was no expectation of victory, let alone the slightest complacency, just sword after sword, waving, receiving, dodging, and stabbing again, everything was just right.

He Miaomiao couldn't help but think of the young man just now, with a smart concealment, coupled with a figure as fast as light and shadow, I don't know if I can win against this old woman.

However, there is also an element of luck in the fight, and it is unknown whether these two will face each other in the final match.

On the ring, the sword shadow has been transported to the extreme, and the sound of breaking the air even spreads to every corner through the cheers below.

The girl was half nervous and half unsupported, and finally fell under an unavoidable sword move, and the old woman did not chase her, but let her jump off the stage by herself.

He Miaomiao saw that the outcome had been decided, and took advantage of the small number of people to enter the wooden shed again and obtain five hundred soul stones.

When she walked outside to wait for the third start, Wu Cang passed by her as if inadvertently.

"At the end of the first game, see you in the north of the city. ”

He Miaomiao nodded imperceptibly, passing by him, looking like she had nothing to do with him.

She guessed in her heart that Wu Cang probably connected the sword qi with Momozuka's death and the last time she grabbed the territory in the north of the city, even if she didn't analyze it thoroughly, she had a vague direction.

Knowing that he had something to ask for, He Miaomiao was no longer worried.

If Wu Cang was smart enough, he would understand that the sword qi was not something he could resist, but his purpose made He Miaomiao a little curious.