Under the ring of Luoji City, in such a hot weather, there are still hundreds of people watching the competition in the ring, with the change of the situation of the two fighters, the mood fluctuates, some cheer, some shout, eager to rush to the ring to help them fight for a round.

Yang Qing stood calmly under the ring, responding gently from time to time, while the raunchy man beside him patiently explained what gambling was, what was the handicap, and what were the odds.

"Brother Tai, cultivation is boring, small gambling is pleasant, why not take a leisurely time, watching it so boringly, a little less passionate" The raunchy man said with a smile and inducingly.

Yang Qing was aroused by the man's words, that gambling battle with the middle-aged man with Ziyu made him win a thousand taels of silver, but there was not too much fluctuation in his heart, after all, he thought that the middle-aged guards would not defeat him, and he only agreed to the gambling battle when he was forced.

At this time, to watch others fight, stay out of the matter, let others pay full attention to the fight, judge the situation, or panic in danger, and avoid in embarrassment, he is under the ring to watch leisurely, this feeling is not enjoyment, but it can be said to be comfortable.

On top of that, adding a bit of fun, he will gladly accept it, but when it comes to spirit stones, he needs to be cautious.

Yang Qing nodded in agreement, and the raunchy man was overjoyed, and the two walked side by side in front of the gambling shop.

The gambling shop was full of onlookers, and there were still people hovering between the two of them, seeing the two coming, they didn't mean to give way at all, and the unkempt man didn't care, and his two thick arms blocked left and right, squeezing out a gap and rubbing his body in.

Yang Qing imitated him, collected his strength and squeezed in, and the monk who was touched by his arm didn't care, and his body shook and still looked different from each other to watch the situation in the ring.

Walking to the table, the crowd is unabated. The body temperature transmitted around made it very awkward, and the rough man had already adapted to it, skillfully took out the wolf pen, took a piece of talisman paper, and waited for Yang Qing to place a bet, although he said several times that 'people have no windfall and no wealth, and horses have no night grass and no fat', but in the end, who to bet with, it is also forced.

The strength of the two is quite different, Yang Qing did not hesitate, and said casually, "Bet on Zhu Yong to win"

There was a holiday between him and Pi Shixu, although there was no big conflict, but he still hoped that he would be beaten badly, so although Zhu Yong's winning rate was small, he still bet on him.

The raunchy man looked happy, Zhenyuan poured into the wolf's pen, dipped in ink, calligraphy, and the black honey black light flashed The word 'Zhu Yong' has been completed, and he looked up and asked familiarly, "Brother Tai, how much is the bet?"

Yang Qing thought for a moment, and said lightly, "One hundred spirit stones!"

"How much?!" asked the raunchy man in surprise.

"One hundred spirit stones!" Yang Qing's expression remained unchanged, and he said clearly, and then took out a hundred spirit stones, which had dozens of pieces of the Ye family.

"Okay, a hundred spirit stones!" The raunchy man shouted, and the wolf pen danced, and recorded it on the rune paper, and then picked up the thumb-sized square seal on the side, and the true yuan poured in and pressed it on the rune paper.

The raunchy man's shouting caused others to turn around for a while, and the people who bet here bet on five or ten spirit stones each time, and at most twenty pieces. It is because of the continuous gambling battles in the ring, every time he buys less and accumulates a lot, it will not be too painful to lose, Yang Qing bets on hundreds of spirit stones at a time, and bets on the side with a very small winning rate, which can't help but make everyone suspect that he is colluded by the gambling shop to coax everyone to follow the trend and bet!

Yang Qing didn't know why, a hundred spirit stones was a lot for him, and he also needed spirit stones very much, betting on winning with Zhu Yong, not by personal preference, but because he wanted to earn a sum of spirit stones through this attractive odds.

Although the yellow talisman paper in his hand is not a talisman, it is a proof that it can be forged by virtue of the breath of the true yuan and the square seal. The reason is that the breath of each monk's true yuan is not the same, even if it is the same surname spiritual root and cultivates the same exercises, there will be differences due to the length of cultivation time, personal body, meridians, divine consciousness, and so on.

After a while, the two people in the ring had already decided the winner, and before Yang Qing could walk towards the ring, he was already pushed out by the monks who swarmed in.

The monk who gambled on this competition was slightly disappointed when he lost the bet, and pinned his hopes on the next game, and the winner of the bet was to receive the spirit stones excitedly, and even bet all the spirit stones won this time on the next game.

Regardless of whether there is a possibility of losing money, the gambling shop must accept it one by one.

As soon as the ring was free, Zhu Yong and Pi Shixu had already jumped into the ring, glanced at each other, and without waiting for the verdict to be announced, they each offered their magic weapons.

After Yang Qing was pushed out of the gambling shop, he walked quickly under the ring with his head down, and stood less than two feet away from the edge of the ring.

Pi Shixu is a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm, and after jumping into the ring with a fierce face, he turned over his hand and took out a magic weapon that was not shuttled, and the sword was not a sword ruler long and flat, and the true yuan surged in the air, stomped on his feet, turned over, and without waiting to stand still, he had already summoned a cyan wooden ruler again.

Pi Shixu's surname is perverse, he can still analyze his own advantages in the fight, and he can directly sacrifice the magic weapon in the ring and take off into the air, which is to deceive Zhu Yong to only indulge in one magic weapon, and once the imperial weapon flies and then plays the spell, the power will be weakened, and the scope of the spell will be reduced.

It's a steady way.

Zhu Yong's lips trembled, his anger was undisguised, and while waiting in the ring, Pi Shixu provoked from time to time, he looked down and didn't look, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, no matter how strong the other party was, he also had a fight.

I don't know when I replaced the brocade cloth boots with a pair of deerskin boots that looked very old, perhaps because the deerskin boots were more casual and suitable for fighting. The palm of his hand reached into the arms of the drummer, took out a pale red long knife, took the lead in injecting the pale red true yuan, and shot out.

"Whoosh!"

The fiery red light of the long knife flowed, stabbing at Pi Shixu, who was floating in the air and looking down and sneering, with the sound of breaking the air.

"Bang!"

Pi Shixu didn't dodge or dodge, holding the cyan wooden ruler with both hands, the cyan true yuan was poured in, the wooden ruler trembled, the light was sheng, and it was hard to resist the blow of the pale red long knife.

"Huh!"

The wooden ruler long sword was separated by a slight touch, and the strangely shaped magic weapon under Pi Shixu's feet rotated half a circle, accompanied by a sound, and turned sideways.

When the body turned, his hands did not stop, and he saw that the wooden ruler was flipped between the hands with the long knife, turning into a one-handed ruler and slapping the tip of the long knife.

"Buzz!"

The long knife trembled and slid downward, as if it was about to fall!

At this moment, Pi Shixu abandoned the strange magic weapon under his feet and left, stepping on the pale red trembling long knife under his feet, and between 'swish', the long knife continued to fall, but he was rising half a zhang.

"Whoosh!"

Floating in the air, the strange shape of the blue light flowed from static to extremely fast downward, aiming at Zhu Yong, whose expression changed slightly.

Yang Qing stood under the ring and frowned, the wooden ruler was not powerful, but it could be attacked and defended, and the change between offense and defense was rapid, Pi Shixu first resisted the stabbing of the long knife, and made it lose control for a short time in the slap, taking this opportunity to raise the wooden ruler to keep his body in shape.

However, the magic weapon that is not a shuttle and a sword is used to attack, and its speed and strength exceed that of a long knife.

If this continues, the outcome will soon be decided, and a hundred spirit stones will go back without return!

A distance of more than ten zhang passed, and just as the onlookers who were betting on Pi Shixu's victory were about to shout excitedly, they saw that the knee-high deerskin boots were faintly cold purple and light red, and their speed increased sharply, and they dodged the throat-cutting blow of the strange magic weapon on the spot.

In this situation, not only Pi Shixu was slightly stunned, but the onlookers under the ring were also slightly stunned, the old deerskin boots turned out to be magic weapons.

Most of the magic weapons are weapons, because the magic weapons are mostly forged from metal and jade, and when the embryo is used, the formation pattern is depicted on it, and the level of the magic weapon is determined by the material, the formation pattern, and the way of depicting the formation pattern.

And the material of this deerskin boots is leather, how the formation pattern is depicted, and how the leather can withstand the real yuan urging pattern.

The talisman of the sealing spell is so fragile that it will be damaged and cannot be used again after it is triggered.

Everyone secretly said in their hearts that they were shallow, no wonder the monks who knew the sea realm dared to compete with the Zifu realm.

The shock brought by the deerskin boots to everyone was not over, and when the strange magic weapon stabbed the surface of Bai Gangyan's ring and made a 'click' sound, Zhu Yong took a volley step in the air, and stood up, the deerskin boots shone even brighter, and when they ran in the air, they could actually slash with a pale red long knife.

Its running speed is not weaker than that of the Imperial Weapon.

These deerskin boots only need to be infused with true yuan, and they can be used to support the monk in the air without the need for divine sense.

There was no sneer on Pi Shixu's face, and the anti-shock force of the strange magic weapon hitting the surface of the ring made the true yuan inside it tremble, and when it was able to slap again, the single knife had already been cut to his feet.

Taking out a pale cyan long sword, the true yuan poured in and slashed downward.

"Ding!"

The long sword was cut in a hurry, and the true yuan was not filled, and the two exchanged blows, evenly matched.

The long knife fell, and the long sword leaned back with Pi Shixu.

"Go!"

Pi Shixu's arm swung in a circle, and when he swung up, the long sword came out of his hand, and the strength of his arm and the strength of his divine sense made the speed of the long sword soar!

"Tear Pull"

The sound of flesh and skin splitting!

The deerskin boots only need to be injected with true yuan to drive the monk to fly, and the speed is not as good as the imperial weapon, and the flexible surname is especially superior, but Zhu Yong is only a monk who knows the sea realm, and he can't dodge sideways, and the long sword turns into a cyan streamer and cuts into Zhu Yong's left arm.

The muscles near the shoulder rolled, and the bones were white, which was caused by the true element scattered on the body of the long sword, and if the dodge was a little slower, one arm had already been lost.

The cyan wooden ruler shook under Pi Shixu's feet, his figure had just been straightened, and his hands were already sealed, and the cyan true yuan in his body gushed out, not scattering and gathering, turning into more than a dozen cyan long needles, arranged in a radius of half a zhang, and the palms were quickly launched, and more than a dozen long needles were like arrows off the string.

"Woohoo!"

The sound of breaking the air was low and continuous, the shoulder wound was in severe pain, and Zhu Yong, whose face was distorted, was shrouded by more than a dozen long needles in all directions of dodging.

No matter which direction you dodge, several long cyan needles will pierce your body.

Moreover, Pi Shixu played a spell not to wait for the result, but to indulge the strange magic weapon lying in the ring.

Seeing this scene, some people looked ugly, and some people wanted to cheer!

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