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"This is a lesson for you. You are not a bloodthirsty person, don't be controlled by the murderous intent." Mu Lingwei said lightly at Yan Powu, then looked at Chen Mo, and walked towards the rest area of ​​the seed player.

A clear and spiritual back looks lonely and lonely.

Yan Powu coughed out a mouthful of blood, and it took him a long time to recover. He barely supported his body with the Ghost Devouring Sword. After hearing Mu Lingwei's words, he fell into a long silence in depression.

Just as the referee elder said this, a group of guards with extremely high cultivation level carried basalt stones and quickly entered the field to repair and improve the ring.

At this time, there was noisy in the gambling house in Qinghua City. Even these gamblers praised this wonderful fight.

"Fortunately, I held back and didn't press it." Old Zhang patted his chest, not only feeling like he had a life after a disaster.

"Oh~ I lost five spirit stones. Why is this woman so powerful?" The man next to Lao Zhang said sadly.

"Look, look, why did the second game start so soon?" Lao Zhang pointed to Qianyuan Tianmu and said.

"This time it's... Chen Yue? He's on the field, who do he want to challenge?" The man stared at Qianyuan Tianmu and said, "Are you wrong? He wants to challenge our Qinghua Sect leader's personal disciple, Ouyang Tuo?"

"What's the odds now?" Lao Zhang asked quickly: "Who do you think will win?"

"Chen Yue challenged Ouyang Tuo, the odds are: Chen Yuesheng will pay three in one and Ouyang Tuosheng will pay one in three." The man replied: "Although the odds are quite high, Chen Yue's strength is still much worse than Ouyang Tuo. If I were me, I would buy Ouyang Tuo, after all, I am a master of our Qinghua Sect."

"I'll buy Chen Yue! Ten spirit stones!" Lao Zhang took the initiative. Anyway, he would lose anyone who bought it with this man. It would be better to sacrifice, believe in himself, and fight for him.

"We're meeting again." Chen Yue looked at the other party with a lot of fun through the silver fox mask and said slowly.

"Hmph, something that is overestimating one's own ability!" Ouyang Tuo said angrily: "Don't think that you can beat me up after being attacked successfully by you last time. Do you think that you can win me with your mid-level cultivation level?"

"Oh? Could it be that the famous Ouyang Tuo wants me to defeat you with the power of the heavenly level?" Chen Yue jokingly raised his lips. Those who dared to attack my family would pay the price for it.

"What a big tone. Take the call!"

Chen Yue's words made Ouyang Tuo feel more and more frigid as he listened to. When he thought of the humiliation of being attacked by him before, he felt furious. This boring feeling was broken with his own strength.

Ouyang Tuo raised his sleeves and raised his hands flat. He pinched a finger tip at each of his fingertips. Several translucent wind storms emerged and moved around his body, like a light green lotus, waiting to bloom around him.

"Feng Lian's rage!"

Ouyang Tuo waved his sword, and countless lotus petals made of translucent wind storms were like countless rotating sharp blades. With a sharp roar, they shot towards Chen Yue.

Tsk tsk, Chen Yue smiled disdainfully, his figure turned into a thick black fog, and disappeared on the ring.

"Bang bang bang!" The wind swords all passed through the black fog and hit the ground of the ring, with knife marks, which were shocking.

"Ghost Shadow Mist. Chen Yue is young and has learned the second of the mysterious skills of the three major towns of Rakshasa Sect. He is such a strong talent." Zhou Chengtian, the leader of the Shengming Sect, sipped a mouthful of fragrant tea on the rostrum.

"So what?" Shen Tu Xin, the leader of Qinghua Sect, emphasized: "My disciple Ouyang Tuoke has a high-level cultivation level, Chen Yue..."

"This Chen Yue is not simple." Before Shen Tu Xin finished speaking, he was interrupted by the Fire Phoenix Ancestor: "This Chen Yue's cultivation is definitely more than the mid-level heavenly level that looks like on the surface."

At this point, Shen Tu Xin could only swallow the words he wanted to defend himself and angrily returned to his stomach. This was indeed not simple. The disciples he personally passed on would have a hard fight.

"It seems that the outcome is decided." Usman, the leader of the Witch War Sect who was watching quietly, said slowly: "The biggest threat to the ghost fog is the illusion in the fog, and this kid also melted his cold evil mysterious aura into it, wrapping it tightly. Even we can't see the scene in the fog clearly. This kid is really a genius."

"How is that possible?" Shen Tuxin raised his brow. He was confident that his disciples could enter the top three. How could he be defeated by a semi-saint disciple who suddenly appeared here?

When he looked closely, the ring was already covered with black mist, and the entire ring was filled with thick fog. In the thick fog, a wind blade would flash from time to time, but other than that, nothing could be seen.

The thick fog gathered and became thicker and the cold air had turned the edges of the arena into frost.

In the center of the thick fog, countless Chen Yue's shadows surrounded Ouyang Tuo tightly like ghosts, connecting them into one. Each shadow stared at the scarlet eyes and a chilling smile, making Ouyang Tuo feel panic in his heart.

It seems that he is a cat, and at this time he is the mouse he lets him play with.

What kind of strange mysterious skill is this? Ouyang Tuo feels like he is about to go crazy. If he hadn't had the highest level of heaven, his mood would have collapsed long ago.

At this moment, Ouyang Tuo could not do anything except for constantly spinning in place and emitting one useless wind blade toward the figure.

No matter what you try, the black fog and the ghost will not be destroyed or blown away. Forever, it will be like a shadow.

Fear is like the cold air that penetrates the body, gradually penetrates into the bone marrow.

"Without a skill, come out! What's the ability to pretend to be a ghost?" Ouyang Tuo roared at the dense shadows around him, his previous confidence had already been leaked.

"Hahaha... It's a pity that I can't kill you." The shadows after another made a creepy laugh at the same time: "I hope your bones can be as hard as your mouth."

"Ice Bone-Eating Claw!"

Chen Yue covered his ice mysterious evil on the bone-eating claws of the Rakshasa Sect, making its destructive power closer to the level.

In the black fog, countless shadows simultaneously emitted a bone-eating claw covered with ice, and grabbed Ouyang Tuo.

Ouyang Tuo didn't know which one was real and which one was illusory. All this was like a nightmare that couldn't wake up.

"Lotus in Prosperous Times!"

Seeing the bone-eating claws attacking him, Ouyang Tuo had to make a desperate attempt and use the defensive mysterious skill of the Qinghua Sect's signature, the prosperous lotus. A huge translucent lotus bud suddenly appeared. The huge petals were shining with a light green luster, wrapping him tightly.

He was originally very confident in the defense of the prosperous Lotus, but at this moment, he felt panic and the belief in his heart had long passed away.

However, when he really faced Chen Yue's scarlet eyes, Ouyang Tuo's pupils suddenly opened, and the fear that had accumulated in his heart immediately burst out.

I heard Ouyang Tuo screamed in the thick fog.

Everyone who watched outside the field saw a violent shock on the black fog on the ring, and then Ouyang Tuo was thrown out of the black fog like a sandbag.

"Puff~ Vomit~" Ouyang Tuo vomited a mouthful of blood, and looked at the black mist gradually dissipating on the ring in horror.

The black fog finally dissipated, and Chen Yue also put away his evil posture before in the fog and stood with his hands behind his back. In the sunlight, his unrestrained figure gradually appeared on the ring.

On the rostrum, Shen Tu Xin, the leader of Qinghua Sect, looked at the scene in disbelief. The disciple he had cultivated himself was defeated by a disciple who had not yet become famous in the Holy Land... It was so embarrassing.

"Chen Yue won!" The referee elder announced loudly.

Shen Tu Mengting looked at Chen Yue's back step by step as he walked off the ring, feeling turbulent and complicated. It was obvious that his senior brother lost, but he... damn Chen Yue!

At the same time, in the Casino in Qinghua City.

"Haha... Ouyang Tuo lost! Haha... Ouyang Tuo lost well! He lost well!" Old Zhang cheered with joy. Almost no one in the casino bought Chen Yue to win. In this game, he not only won the spirit stones he lost a few days ago, but there was still some left.

"Shh, Lao Zhang, whisper..." The man next to Lao Zhang, before he could remind him, he and Lao Zhang were beaten up by a group of people.

Lao Zhang was beaten again, but he was happy. When he went home to face his wife this time, he could finally be a man with a decent attitude.

Yan Powu looked depressed, as if he was thinking deeply about something. Without taking the pill, the storage ring on his hand looked a little old, and probably was empty. He just inserted the demon sword ghost seizure upright in front of him, sat cross-legged, and resumed breathing alone on the sidelines.

Although the injuries on his body have been cured as before by the pharmacists off the field, the mysterious energy still needs to be recovered by itself.

"Brother, that fairy Lingwei was my master just now, and it's not unfair to lose." Chen Mo dragged Xiao Ba who had been struggling to escape and walked to Yan Powu and sat down beside him.

"Come on, drink a pot." Chen Mo handed out a pot of Qinghua Sect's specialty "Liang Meng Mijiu", and saw that he seemed a little poor. How many people in the scattered cultivators were endless? Then he handed over a big Xuandan and said, "Don't worry, not everyone on the other side has the strength as strong as my master."

"Thank you brother Chen for your support." Yan Powu raised his head and took the big Xuan Dan, and thanked him with emotion: "If you can use my Yan Powu in the future, even if you speak, I, Yan Powu, will not refuse."

No one in the world wants to become stronger, but becoming stronger requires resources and help. If you can get the help of this kind-hearted person in front of you, no, this kind-hearted person gives such precious elixir at this moment, this kind-hearted person will be enough to remember my kind-hearted person in my heart.

"Where are there." Chen Mo waved his hand and smiled.

"What are you talking about? How did you perform for your brother just now?" At this time, Chen Yue jumped down from the ring and landed in front of them. He sat down on the spot without any restraint. He took the "Liang Meng Miu Wine" handed over by Chen Mo, raised his head and took a mouthful: "Ah~ Comfortable."

Chen Mo was full of confidence in Chen Yue, but he still praised him a few words and told Yan Powu some of the grudges with Ouyang Tuo. Before Chen Mo could add fuel to this process, Yan Powu was already a little indignant, as if he had innate resentment towards these tall, rich and handsome men.

The three of them had a great time talking.
Chapter completed!