Wen Yuan, who was dressed in a green shirt, saw that as soon as he fought hand, he was completely overwhelmed by his own spell, and his face was slightly surprised, and then he showed a hint of joy, and his hand did not pause, urging the magic weapon in his hand, and the attack was more urgent.

Seeing that the shield could be broken at any time, Li Chuping, who was hiding in it, did not have a trace of panic in his eyes, seeing that he was trying his best to urge the mana to resist the light blade of the Wen Yuan monk, but his eyes were extremely clear, and he seemed to be unusually calm.

Wen Yuan's body floated in the air about two zhang from the ground, as if he was not working, and he was fluttering around Li Chuping, who was trapped by the cyan light cluster, and the clear light blade spewed out from a folding fan in his hand, endlessly.

Many people outside the arena looked at Wen Yuan, who was dancing in the air, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Flying, he's flying......"

Of course, Monk Wen Yuan was not flying, what he was using was the Wind Resisting Technique, which could only stay in the air for a short time, which could be regarded as a very practical spell among low-level monks.

After all, everyone doesn't have the ability to fly, even if they can stay in the air for a short time, they can also play an unexpected role in fighting, but most of the people watching from the sidelines are ordinary people, and they can't tell the difference between wind control and flying.

On the field, it seemed that Wen Yuan Jushi had the upper hand, but Wen Yuan Jushi himself knew that the other party had not been harmed in the slightest, and even his mana had not been greatly damaged.

"Liang Xiang, do you think who of these two can win?" Yang Minshiran, the Marquis of Jingxiang, came to Liang Zhen's side, and his bold voice was not offensive at all.

"Oh, Yang Houye, this is embarrassing for the old man, the methods of these cultivators are really incomprehensible......" Liang Zhen smiled kindly and waved Yang Min to sit beside him.

Yang Min's eyes flashed, unmoved, shook his head and smiled: "Liang Xiang is too modest, your eyes are like a torch, everyone knows, how can this matter be hidden from Liang Xiang's eyes...... But watching it this way is boring. So Ben Hou set up a small gamble, it's just a game, Liang Xiang is interested?"

"Huh...... It turns out that Yang Hou has taken a fancy to the old man's money bag, I don't know what the bet is?" Liang Zhen groaned slightly, and opened his mouth to ask, as if he was quite moved.

"The odds of different games have already been determined, but since it is Liang Xiang, you can also bet after the start of the game, but the odds will naturally change......" Yang Min seemed to be very casual and explained the rules to Liang Zhen.

"Wouldn't such an old man take advantage of him......" Liang Zhen squinted and chuckled.

"I'm afraid that Liang Xiang won't appreciate his face, Ben Hou wants to give Liang Xiang a gift, but I'm afraid I won't find the opportunity, hehe......" Yang Min let out a hearty laugh.

"This Chinese abyss lay man has the upper hand...... Hehe...... If the old man bets on him to win, it will be a bit flattering, it seems that the old man is too greedy, so let's do it, the old man bet 100,000 gold coins to bet on Wenyuan's Jushi Sheng, and he is ashamed of Yang Hou's kindness......" Liang Zhen looked like he was winning, and ignored Xiao Chuan's secret gestures.

Yang Min's face remained unchanged, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

There was a change in the middle of the conversation, and Li Chuping's shield had been broken by the continuous blades of light.

Li Chuping made a mistake with both palms, shot out in a row, set off a gust of wind out of thin air, blowing the light blade that cut towards him crookedly, took this opportunity to fly back sharply, avoiding the pursuit of the light blade, his hand shook, a spear had appeared in his hand, his body did not retreat but advanced, and the shadow of the spear appeared all over his body, rolling straight towards Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan snorted coldly, frantically urging the folding fan in his hand, and the cyan light blade erupted, castration was even more urgent, and there was a sharp sound of breaking the air.

The spear in Li Chuping's hand made a thunderous sound, the spear body trembled slightly, and the spearhead was connected, like a chicken pecking rice, piercing the oncoming light blades one by one, turning into a little bit of light dust and sprinkling it. The spear castrated non-stop, like a silverfish swimming upstream, and the Sky Light Blade could not stop its attack.

Monk Wen Yuan was busy but not chaotic, while stepping up the urging of the folding fan to send out a light blade to block the spear attack, while reaching out and patting the storage bag, a long knife glowing with a faint blue light appeared in his hand.

Dingding......

The spears and knives made a series of dense clashing sounds, as if they were like a tsunami, and the oscillating sound waves rippled in all directions!

Centered on the place where the two of them are. Even that sound wave turned into a powerful shock wave!

On the ground, the ground around the two people's bodies extended countless tiny cracks, and then pieces of broken earth and stone chips also collapsed and shattered in this strong sound wave oscillation, floating and flying from the ground.

Everyone watching from the sidelines only felt bursts of tinnitus and a swelling in their heads.

Wen Yuan Jushi used the long knife in his hand to block Li Changping's rapid attack, his breath was a little disordered, the hand holding the knife was numb for a while, and the long knife in his hand could barely hold it.

"How can it be so strong!" Wen Yuan was a little flustered in his heart, and his face couldn't help but change.

Li Changping roared for a while, and the spear in his hand opened and closed, stabbing, picking, knocking, and sweeping, and the shadow of the spear was like a stacked wave, rolling towards the Wenyuan monk, enveloping the whole person of the Wenyuan monk.

"Hehehe...... I didn't expect this Li Chuping to have the strength to fight back, it seems that the victory or defeat is still difficult to predict, I'm afraid that Liang Xiang wants to win Ben Hou's bet, and it is still a little difficult......" Yang Min didn't know what to think in his heart, and there was no joy on his face.

"Alas, the old man is greedy, it seems that he is going to lose this game, he can only blame himself for his lack of eyesight, Yang Hou is lucky......" Liang Zhen showed a heartache on his face.

Liang Zhen is the prime minister of the empire, but he has no property under his name, but he is not as good as Liang Wei to manage a few royal businesses and have strong assets.

The win or loss of 100,000 gold coins is nothing to many nobles, but for Liang Zhen, it is indeed a bit painful.

Xiao Chuan looked at the two of them, his brows furrowed slightly, I don't know what the hell the two are doing!

There was a loud bang on the field, and the entangled figures parted in an instant.

Li Chuping's clothes were torn in several places, the stains of blood were clearly visible, the spear poked the ground, and the person stood in place and gasped.

Wen Yuan's face was depressed, and his body kept shaking, as if he was standing unsteadily.

After a while, Monk Wen Yuan raised his head, revealing a miserable white face, smiled sadly, and a puddle of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body collapsed to the ground.

"In this game, Li Chuping won!"

Liang Zhen sighed slightly, and then returned to normal, not seeing any fluctuations in his mood at all.

Li Chuping won, Xiao Chuan guessed it, and knew that he would definitely continue to hide his cultivation. However, Liang Zhen's approach, Xiaochuan is a little incomprehensible......

"Liang Xiang is unlucky, this game is a good game, will Liang Xiang still bet in the next game?" Yang Min said with a chuckle.

"This ...... Old Man Rong thought about it......" Liang Zhen hesitated slightly.