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Just a high-grade spirit stone, how could he put it in his eyes?

"Lead the way. ”

"Hey, okay!

......

This hall originally had two floors.

The little demon led Qi Ming upstairs, turned two corners, came to the door of a tea room with the door ajar, and knocked lightly.

"Come in. ”

The director in charge of the day-to-day operations of this blood arena is a goat spirit who only looks quite shrewd.

Two goatees, a pair of goat horns, wearing a pair of monocles, and a copper coin horse coat, rich and middle-aged.

When Qi Ming followed the little demon and pushed the door in, Director Yang was holding tea in one hand, standing leisurely by the window, looking at the bustling demons in the hall below, and his mouth was slurking.

"At the beginning of the previous scene, it was like a crucian carp crossing the river, and the fish were endless. And now it is coming out one after another, less than one in a hundred. But there are still countless warriors who have been sent to death one after another, so brave and ruthless, and they have broken their heads and bled for that little spirit stone. And I, standing here, am a thousand times stronger than them......" Director Yang smashed his mouth, and suddenly turned his head and looked at Qi Ming with a smile, "You say, are they ridiculous?"

Groove ...... You're sick, aren't you......

I'm just here to get some money......

Qi Ming looked at the goat spirit in front of him with a painful face, and he didn't know where to start for a while.

Director Yang looked at Qi Ming and didn't answer, there seemed to be frustration in his eyes, he sighed deeply as if everyone was drunk and I was sober, waved his hand uncontrollably, and pointed to the bag of spirit stones on the case in front of him, and said happily: "Take it, you deserve it." ”

Qi Ming didn't bother to entangle with him and talk nonsense, so he stepped forward in three or two steps to lift the gold silk bag, and suddenly frowned when he held it in his hand, and looked up at the sheep spirit.

The latter took care of himself and tasted his own tea, looking comfortable.

"You don't have anything to say?" Qi Ming thought about it, but couldn't help but ask out loud.

"I'm done talking. Director Yang blinked his eyes and looked incomprehensible.

"Oh. Qi Ming nodded suddenly, and suddenly asked, "How much can others receive?"

"In terms of ranking, they are all average. Director Yang took a sip of tea and replied impatiently, "Okay, if it's okay, ...... back."

Before he could finish speaking, a snow-white streak suddenly rose in front of him, almost blinding the goat's monocle.

But seeing that the white light dissipated, the great sword of Chopping Qiu rested directly on the latter's neck, and the sword touched his wrinkled skin, faintly oozing blood.

"You're ......"

Suddenly there was a big change, and Director Yang was a little confused, but he had experienced the wind and rain, and after the initial panic, he immediately regained his composure.

Seeing that Qi Ming didn't make any further movements, Director Yang coughed dryly and said in a deep voice, "Young man...... This is the Ten Thousand Demon Blood Arena, the place where the demon kings are watching, how dare you be presumptuous in such a place......"

"Knowing that this is the place where the demon king is watching, who is presumptuous first?" Qi Ming's face remained unchanged, and the spirit stone bag in his hand slapped directly on the desk, making a 'bang' sound, and asked rhetorically, "Although I have not lived in your Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom for a long time, I also know that a high-grade spirit stone is equivalent to a hundred medium-grade pieces, which is the common ratio in the monk world." You dare to deduct more than half of this bag of spirit stones, do you think your life is big, or is your life long?"

"It's not that I deducted it, this spirit stone also has to be taxed......" Director Yang's face changed slightly, still trying to justify.

"Looks like you're both. Qi Mingden snorted coldly and was about to fight.

"Hey, wait, wait......" Director Yang hurriedly waved his hand, "It's all a misunderstanding......

......

When Qi Ming picked up Chopping Qiu again and swaggered away from the tea room, Director Yang was looking at his already empty money bag with a painful face.

He originally saw that Qi Ming was just a human race boy, and he didn't have any background in the demon kingdom, so he was afraid of things when he was young, so he moved his mind to dirty the spirit stone.

It stands to reason that such things are not uncommon, and he has done no less.

It's just that in the past, he was greedy for one or two medium-grade spirit stones, watched the dishes, and occasionally greedy, but no one dared to worry about him.

caught Qi Ming this time, thinking that it was easy to pinch a soft persimmon, and actually took half of Qi Ming's account.

Think about yourself these people fighting and dying in the blood arena, and how many times they have survived, but they have to let these vampires sit back and enjoy their success...... How can Qi Ming endure this?

I couldn't bear it, so I drew my sword on the spot.

"This little bastard who has suffered a thousand knives, wouldn't it be good to get back his own?Why did you take away my private money......" Director Yang held the empty money bag and wanted to cry without tears, and then gritted his teeth and cursed Qi Ming, scolding, and suddenly looked stunned, "Then again...... This kid rode up to my neck, and the bloody arena lost face...... Why didn't the king come forward?"

......

Out of the gate of the Blood Arena, Qi Ming stood on the busy street, and fell into a daze for a while.

There are roads in front and behind, and trees on the left and right.

He suddenly remembered that the Evil Spider Queen didn't seem to mention what else he had to tell after the blood fight was over.

Obviously, he also planned to give Qi Ming a small vacation and let him arrange it freely.

After all, participating in the Ten Thousand Demon Blood Fight, no matter how strong the individual strength is, is not an easy job.

No one knows who their next opponent will be, and compared to the battle, the tense nerves that are pressed all the time are the most torturous.

Only about the sixth baby, who comes and goes freely with his supernatural powers, can regard the blood fight as a game.

It's a pity that all the scheming of Liuwa fell on Qi Ming, and his results were not good, and in the second round of the bloody wilderness, he was only ranked seventh, and he was directly out of the third round.

Although Liuwa still qualified for the preliminaries, it is just that according to the elimination system of the strong and weak duel in the preliminaries, the next situation of Liuwa is not optimistic.

It's just that no matter how difficult the prospect is, Qi Ming still has full confidence in Liuwa.

After all, whether it is in cartoons or in today's reality, Liuwa is a well-deserved IQ among the gourd babies.

After collecting his thoughts, Qi Ming looked up at the road left and right, and suddenly reached out and grabbed a passerby.

"Friend, may I ask, how will the Toad Palace go?"

......

The capital of ten thousand demons, the palace of the king of Wugong.

The backyard of the palace, the pavilions, the small bridges and flowing water.

In the Pavilion in the heart of the lake, a middle-aged man in a blood robe sat on a stone bench seemingly casually, his fingers tapping on the stone table, looking a little careless.

In the palace of King Wugong, the one who dresses up like this is naturally the Blood Centipede Demon King.

Just looking at his figure and face, he can know that what appears here is just a projection of divine consciousness.

Directly opposite the Blood Centipede Demon King, Liuwa was half-kneeling on the ground, her face was pale, wearing loose clothes, her chest was open, and she could vaguely see that her thin chest was wrapped in white gauze one after another, and the gauze was faintly scarlet.

"How's the injury?" the Blood Centipede Demon King asked casually, still tapping his fingers on the table.

"Returning to the king, there is no big problem, you can rest for two days. Liuwa bowed her head humbly, covering her chest with one hand, and still showed a lack of energy when she spoke.

"These two days are a good rest, don't worry about the defeat of the blood fight, I will tell the fifth child to take care of you. The Blood Centipede Demon King nodded, his face could not see the expression of joy and anger, he suddenly pointed his fingers, and then asked, "On that day, what happened on the altar, you will tell me." ”