In this case, he kept throwing stacks of silver tickets backwards.

It's still '10,000 taels', a thick stack.

A total of seven or eight stacks were thrown.

"No!" In the end, he shouted while fleeing: "It's really gone! Ladies 'senior brothers', please raise your noble hand!"

Since we 'take money from others', how can anyone not 'do things for others'?

Whoever gives more is the owner of the money!

So, the three people except Murong Fu stopped and retreated from this chase without hesitation.

"You, you-!!" As a result, Murong Fu was so frightened that he was about to vomit blood.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Murong, I'll 'put' you back to my Snow Lingzhi and return it to you. ”

"My ginseng Yang Rong Pill will also be returned to you. ”

"My tiger skin and bear bile are the same. ”

“......”

Murong Fu was so angry that he gritted his teeth and trembled, but there was no way-who asked him to give it to others, far inferior to Wen Bin?

What now?

To chase or not to chase?

I'm the only one left......

It has lost the protection of the 'number plate' again......

If there was anything in case......

Murong Fu hesitated suddenly.

And at this moment, he suddenly saw that the young man in front of him, who was about 100 meters away from him, actually stopped calmly.

Wen Bin stood there, looking at him with a smile, and stretched out his hand and slowly took off the 'number plate' from his right chest.

What exactly does this mean? It seems to be very clear.

'Fight to the death!'

'Just you and me. ’

'The winner is king, the loser is cole!'

It's an invitation to a one-on-one duel!

The blood in Murong Fu's chest was stimulated by Wen Bin for a moment!

Both sides have lost the protection of the 'number plate', so it's fair!

Life or death is all up to personal ability!

"I'll be afraid of you?" If you talk about cultivation alone, no matter what, you should have a slight advantage!

Am I afraid of you?!

Murong Fu roared, raised the sword in his hand, and rushed over without hesitation!

His current cultivation, as well as the late stage of the 'Immortal Realm Eighth Order', the distance of 100 meters was just a matter of seconds for him!

It's like a raging wind, sweeping towards Wen Bin!

The young man on the other side just stood there leisurely with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Even the weapon was never drawn.

What the hell is he messing with?

Murong Fu soon knew.

Without warning, he suddenly saw that on the towering tree behind Wen Bin, through the dense branches, a dark green arrow broke through the sky and shot at him!

Murong Fu was startled, and dodged sideways!

I didn't expect that weird 'arrow' to turn sharply in an instant!

Before he could react, a head was enveloped over him!

'Spectre Fire'?!

When?

When did this guy set up this ambush?

How could the speed of the 'Ghost Fire' be so fast?

I remember fighting him before, and his speed was much slower!

Even...... Even the tracking distance has been greatly increased!

How did he get so good now?!

......

Wow, ahh

I'm not reconciled!

Bang!

Murong Fu's head, under the terrifying sullenness of the 'Ghost Soul Fire', became a blood foaming scum.

At this time, he was only a few feet away from Wen Bin.

From beginning to end, the young man on the other side stood there, not moving.

The only thing he did was to take off the 'number plate' he was wearing on his right chest in front of Murong Fu in the first place. ...,

'If you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get the tiger', Wen Bin still understands.

In the current war situation, if you don't use yourself as bait, how can you seduce that timid guy?

How could he push himself into the trap he had set for him?

When he saw that Murong Fu was captured by the 'Nether Spirit Fire' without accident, and in an instant, his head was burned by the dark green flame, and his skin was open and bloody, (the reason why the previous brothers and sisters could avoid this was because they were wearing the 'number plate'), Wen Bin looked away a little helplessly.

Tilting his head slightly, looking at the vast sky like splashing ink, through the layers of dark, chaotic branches, he suddenly felt that the night was indescribably quiet and peaceful, and the slow night breeze blew his whole body indescribably comfortable.

A hearty feeling.

Then, at last, the sound of a devastating explosion was heard.

A little drop of hot blood, splashed out, fell on his face, body.

He didn't move.

It's a triumphant enjoyment, a spiritual enjoyment......

After a long time, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips and reached out to quietly wipe them away.

Without deliberately lowering his head to look at the headless corpse on the ground, Wen Bin locked his gaze on the three remaining figures not far away.

Even through the misty darkness, you can still clearly see their stunned eyes, frightened expressions, and feel their trembling state of mind.

It is also a kind of enjoyment that comes from the spiritual realm of the victor......

In order to continue this feeling to the end, he took out a random 'number plate' in front of them, stretched out his finger, slowly tapped on it six times, and happily stepped into the 'portal' that appeared in front of him (in fact, a 'teleportation light curtain' similar to the entrance of the 'Floating Temple'), and went directly to the 'podium'.

Although he couldn't see the next expressions of the three with his own eyes, he could imagine it.

It must be shocked and angry, but helpless, right?

Wen Bin thought about it and felt very happy.

At this moment, it is only more than five hours before the start of the game.

The elders and great elders who were waiting on the 'podium' suddenly saw a 'teleportation light curtain' suddenly appear not far in front of them, and then they saw the young man with the lowest cultivation and the least seniority in the 'elite group' walking out of it.

Wen, Bin?

"Uh, what's going on?"

"What's the situation?"

"It's only been more than five hours since the start of the game, how can he ......?"

"It is said that Murong Fu and this child have formed a mortal enmity before!"

"Isn't it because you're afraid of being killed?"

"Mm-hmm, that's quite possible!"

"Khan ......"

The elders, the great elders, talked about it in private behind their backs.

When they saw that he was injured and covered in blood on his face and body, they couldn't help but secretly guess: this baby must have been chased and killed and cornered, so they simply ran to the 'podium' to avoid disaster.

Anyway, if you stay any longer, not only will you not be able to compete for the rankings, but you will also have to worry about your life, so it is better to simply abstain!

Well......

That's a good idea.

Looking back, this baby is really a poor child!

"Hey, are you okay?" one of the elders stepped forward, supported Wen Bin with pity, and condensed a faint golden light in the palm of his right hand to heal him.

"Well, it's okay......" The light is warm and soft, and one can feel the bubbling vitality contained in it more than meditation.

This is also one of the immortal arts that can be cultivated after reaching the 'Immortal Realm: Fifth Order', called 'Moisturizing', which has the effect of slowly healing wounds, and has the special effect of condensing the surrounding aura and promoting the rapid regeneration of cells, which is best used for cultivation and healing. ...,

Originally, he saw this in the "Book of Heaven" at the beginning, and he also wanted to cultivate, but was stopped by Haotian.

"What are you doing cultivating this? It's a pure waste of time. He remembered what the lonely ghost had said.

"How can you call it a waste of time?" Wen Bin didn't understand.

"Guess?" said the bored man with a 'vixen' expression and a wicked smile.

"Get out!"

So they dispersed, and Wen Bin's idea of cultivating this immortal art was also reimbursed.

He came out of the 'portal' alone, and he thought in his mind for a long time how the elders and the great elders should be happy and shocked when they saw him, but who knew that nothing happened.

An elder came over and asked about his injury, Wen Bin didn't feel anything at first, but later, when he saw another elder coming over next to him, together with the previous one, he helped himself to sit down on the circular seat next to the 'podium', and he didn't ask about his battle situation, he just cared about healing his injuries, and he realized that something was wrong.

"Ahem, that," he asked tentatively, "is the game over?"

"Huh?" an elder next to him turned his head sideways, looked at the hourglass on the 'podium', shook his head solemnly, and said to him, "No, it's still early." ”

“......”

“......”

The two were speechless.

"Well, the game is over. Wen Bin told him with a solemn expression.

"It's early. The elder glanced at him inexplicably, and repeated his previous words.

Although it is difficult to say on the surface, he secretly said in his heart: What's the matter with this baby, has he been beaten stupid?

In the next second, a 'number plate' was handed to him.

And then the second one.

The third.

Fourth.

Fifth ......

The two elders saw Wen Bin take out the 'number plates' from the 'Heaven Swallowing Ring' continuously, one by one.

The two were dumbfounded!

Every time I saw him touch out a 'number plate', the hearts of the two of them would be shocked once, and this shock lasted for thirty-five times!

Thirty-five times!!

――That's the total number of players in the 'Elite Group'!

Total!

I'm speechless.

Completely speechless......

In fact, in this process, these two elders were not the only ones who were speechless.

Ever since Wen Bin began to take out the 'number plates' from the 'Heaven Swallowing Ring' one by one, he has been constantly attracting the idle elders and great elders next to him.

They didn't pay much attention to this little disciple who 'escaped from the battle', but at this time, they saw him like a child playing at home, like a few treasures, he took out dozens of 'number plates' and placed them in front of them.

His expression was so quiet.

His movements are so fluid.

One after another, 'number plates' appeared one after another between his fingers.

It's like it's at your fingertips......

What a shock and shock it was!

Everyone, yes, everyone in the room, was dumbfounded.

Thirty-five 'number plates'!

It's horrible!

It's unbelievable!