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"Oh, uncle, this is a sure thing. You bought some here. If you win the money, it is not enough to invite someone to dinner?" The waiter said in a coquettish voice.

"Uh...uh, haha, that's right." The man turned sideways, took out a handful of fluorescent and shiny spirit stones from his sleeve, gently grabbed the woman's jade palm with one hand, and handed them all over it.

"Lao Zhang, do you buy it?"

"Buy it, why don't you buy it? I can buy ten spirit stones for me, and I will win by betting Li Shengshu."

Lao Zhang thought about it and made money, and it was too risky to make money. After making money, the tigress in his family should be obedient and dare not act rashly.

"Hehe... two of you wait, I'll get you the ticket now." The woman turned her delicate body, twisted her graceful figure, and walked back.

"Haha..." Suddenly, a cheerful laugh came from the venue.

I saw a strong man in the field, revealing his mane-covered chest, stood up, and praised him, "This kid Chen Mo is really good."

Knowing that the stadium had changed, the two of them immediately turned their eyes to look at the sphere.

In the picture, Chen Mo was carrying a turtle on his shoulder and stood on the ring, neither surprised nor happy, and there was no sign of his joy in winning.

The defeated man leaned back halfway, with blood hanging on the corner of his mouth that had not been wiped. He stroked his chest with one hand and looked at Chen Mo angrily, full of reluctance.

This person is no one else, but Kuang Xiangchen, who is the host Qinghua Sect, so it is no wonder that he is so unwilling.

For a moment, there were many comments in the room and pointed at Qianyuan Tianmu.

Lao Zhang turned his eyes to Qianyuan Tianbei, and couldn't help but sigh: "The odds are even when the Witchcraft Sect Xipeya and the Eight Desolate Sword Sect confronted Shui Ruyue."

The odds that just updated are like a big hit, but the two have the same odds, which proves that their strength is almost equal, and everyone is obviously unable to control it.

"Haha, Lao Zhang. What do you say about this?"

"Hmph, I won't participate in such a duel that is too suspenseful." Old Zhang gently pulled away the tea lid and started drinking tea.

"Look." The man next to him was suddenly shocked and reminded.

The two of them looked at the orb...

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The sun was in front of the scattered sun, and shouts were heard one after another on the court. No wonder the entire Qinghua City was deserted. It turned out that they were either gathered together to bet on the field or gathered in this huge open-air venue to watch the martial arts competition on site.

Along with the shouts around, a man in a gray robe walked over the ring. It was more appropriate to say that he was a boy who would come rather than a man.

Because although this person looks like an adult, he is only about three feet tall, with deep pupils, his inverted horoscope eyebrows, and his body is thin, as if a gust of wind can blow him down. And his gloomy and colorless face makes people feel like he is a zombie who has just crawled out of that grave.

On his back, a rectangular object covering him was about a foot long, covering him, and looked a little bulky.

On the stage, the referee of the Qinghua Sect on the scene, stroked a silver beard, glanced at him, turned to look at the stage, and said loudly: "The 39th Youth Heavenly Dao Conference. The last 40-to-10-Martial Elimination Tournament will be matched by Zhao You, a disciple of the Tianji Sect, to confront the casual cultivator Fei Mo Hunyang..."

A sentence of Femo's reverberation throughout the field, attracting discussions from the audience around him.

"Femo Hunyang?" Yuan Haocang, who was actively preparing for the battle, frowned with his chin.

Instead, Zhao You, who was about to take the stage after a shot, said: "It's okay. Just a little brat, Brother Cang is optimistic about you."

Zhao You's eyes were fixed, he nodded heavily, and responded: "Don't worry, Brother Cang." He turned around and walked towards the ring with steady steps.

"Hmph, Fei Mo Hunyang is not a little brat." On the side, Shen Tu Wenbin, a disciple of Qinghua Sect, said in a mysterious way, holding his hands.

Yuan Haocang looked sideways.

Shentu Wenbin was originally a core disciple of Qinghua Sect and the relative of the sect leader. He was originally a disciple of their Qinghua Sect with excellent talent. However, because he was too eager for quick success and instant benefits three years ago, he became a mess during his cultivation, and his qi and blood were reversed, and he almost became a useless person.

Fortunately, the sect leader Shen Tuxin saved him, so he would not die. If this was not the case, the sacred land seed contestants would have a place.

"What, Brother Shentu, do you know this kid on the stage?" Yuan Haocang asked.

"Hmph." Shen Tu Wenbin sneered and looked at the stage lightly: "Don't look at this person's appearance, he is a disciple of the head of the Rebirth Sect. He was expelled from the Master because he broke the corpse array at the Rebirth Sect, which caused the people to suffer corpse disasters. Moreover, because of this, the Rebirth Sect was also besieged by all the sects. In name, he was a disciple of the Qingming Coffin, a magic weapon that was greedy for the Rebirth Sect."

"Qingming Coffin?" Yuan Haocang said inwardly.

He has also heard of this thing. It not only can refine living zombies as combat puppets, but also with the cooperation of the Hunyuan magic circle, it is said that it has the ability to revive the dead. Of course, this is just a rumor that no one has ever seen it.

"What about it later?"

Shen Tu Wenbin gradually stood up, looked at Fei Mo Hunyang on the stage, frowned, because if Zhao You lost, he would compete with Fei Mo Hunyang for the top ten spots, which was not what he hoped.

He said terrifiedly: "Later? After 13 days of hard fighting, the rebirth gate was finally unstoppable. The sect leader, Taki Xingyuan, died in the chaos of chaos. But his magic weapon, Qingming Coffin, did not know where his gate-stopping magic weapon, was the Qingming Coffin. If I was not wrong, the one that Fei Mokan was carrying was the Qingming Coffin."

On the ring, Zhao You stood opposite Fei Mo Hunyang, looked down at the "child" in front of him, and raised his head high. He heard him say, "The weather is good today, the wind is beautiful, why is there a child?" He is completely despising his opponent.

But as he spoke, a wisp of divine thought had already been immersed in the storage ring.

There was a sudden crackling sound on the arm, and a black iron chain had climbed up on the arm. With the sound, a spirit stone hand cannon that was automatically assembled into a body was already inlaid on the arm.

Seeing him lifting the two-foot-long gun barrel, put it at his mouth and blew it, then he thought it was a crutch and walked over.

Zhao You walked to Femo Hunyang and asked with concern: "Oh, kid, why are you carrying a big box? Is it heavy?"

Fei Mohunyang was still expressionless, and his deep pupils slowly closed. The moment he closed his eyes, his clothes were blown away without wind. He repeatedly gray-brown Xuangang seemed to break free from the wronged soul of hell. In an instant, he wrapped him and Zhao You in.

Zhao You's pupils shrank, and he was shocked. He hurriedly stepped back and raised his inspirational cannon. The fiery red Xuangang aura quickly spread all over his body.

However, before his Xuan Gang could activate the spirit stone energy in the cannon chamber, the energy of the unjust soul turned into dozens of hideous corpses, accompanied by the heart-shaking ghost crying and wolf howls, and rushed towards him.

"Corpse Howling Formation." Those who were well-informed on the spot exclaimed in a low voice. Even Chen Mo showed a solemn look.

This formation can disrupt people's minds, make the opponent unbearable torture, and the meridians burst and die.

"Ah~."

Sure enough, Zhao You roared, like a ghostly howling, and his mind was completely controlled.

"Hmph." Fei Mo Hunyang's strange sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, which made people shudder.

In horrified, Yuan Haocang stared at his terrified eyes, and saw a piece of cotton cloth that the participating team used to wipe sweat in his hand, running towards the ring, raised his hand and threw the cotton cloth high into the air, shouting: "Submit, stop."

Huh ~

The corpse howling array surrounding Zhao You on the ring instantly retracted Fei Mo Hunyang's body surface like a tide receding in the sea.

"Femo Hunyang won." The referee elder declared.

"Junior brother, how are you?" Yuan Haocang ran to Zhao You and asked worriedly.

I saw Zhao You's clothes all over his body seemed to be torn and ragged. His exposed body was covered with scratches of five fingers and blood stains.

"What a strange formation." Chen Mo breathed.

You know, this man only used one move and defeated Zhao You in less than two breaths. What’s important is that the Qingming coffin behind him was still wrapped in black cloth and was not used at all.

"Everyone!" The referee elder greeted the ring.

Immediately, the audience who had not recovered from the showdown just now turned their eyes to him with a breath.

The referee elder of Qinghua Sect stroked his beard lightly and continued to say, "The knockout match between the forty-to-ten group has ended. Now there are two left in each of the ten groups to compete in the next top ten promotion matches in the group, and the order of appearance will be arranged after a draw of lottery. The first duel will be matched by Qinghua Sect disciple Wuyuanzheng and Chen Yue of Rakshasa Sect."

"Chen Yue?"

Sitting in the contestant's seat, Shen Tu Mengting's heart skipped a beat. After hearing this name, a layer of frost appeared in her eyes, cold, but her heart was uncontrollable.

Her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she let out a deep breath before she restrained her heartbeat that was much faster than normal. She looked at Wu Yuanzheng who was walking towards the ring and couldn't help but feel a little worried. She had fought with Chen Yue and knew how powerful he was. Just Wu Yuanzheng, I'm afraid...

Shentu Mengting shook her head gently.

"Sect Master Shentu, what do you think of these two people?" Zhou Chengtian, the leader of the Shengming Sect, asked meaningfully.

"Haha, just two juniors, how big a wave can it cause?" Shen Tuxin lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

On the ring, the two of them had already stood still.

Chen Yue was still covering his face with a silver fox mask, and a few strands of white hair that were combed upside down were like his invincible shoulders, radiating silver light in the sun. But his clear eyes seemed to have hidden a thousand-year-old ice, covered with a layer of frost, so that the air around him condensed into ice, and slowly closed a pair of cold eyes.

"Hmph, bluff."

Wu Yuan, the opposite, snorted coldly. With the pair of three-foot quenching swords in his hand and his pure cultivation, he was able to say that he had passed the hurdles and killed the generals all the way through the martial arts competition. No one who fought against him had survived three moves and was defeated by his two swords.

And Chen Yue, just a better-lucked evil disciple, had long since analyzed his tricks.
Chapter completed!