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Four thousand five hundred and thirteenth chapter color head

"Assistant Master Wu!" Yang Kai clasped his fists and bowed.

Wu Zhengqi nodded slightly.

Wei Cheng also walked over there, stood on the left side of Wu Zhengqi, and the two blood servants behind him followed him step by step.

Wu Zhengqi raised his eyebrows: "For the sake of the two of you, I invite Mr. Wu to be a witness to this battle. Wu is honored. I also hope that the two alchemists can be the most important thing. Until then, don't hurt the affection of his classmates."

As he said this, look at Wei Cheng, look at Yang Kai, and then said, "If you have no other opinions, then the battle will start today. The old rules are the three games in total. The winner is the winner. In addition, weapons are not allowed on the battle platform. Are you okay with the two?"

Wei Cheng and Yang Kai both said that there was no problem.

"Okay, let's discuss the specific discussions on your own. Wu will not get involved. Come here today and just be a witness!" As he said this, Wu Zhengqi walked aside and watched quietly.

On the battle stage, Wei Cheng looked at Yang Huai, who was as tall as an iron tower behind Yang Kai, frowned and said, "Master Yang Dan, you only brought a guard here? How to compete?"

Yang Kai smiled and said, "Isn't that possible? The rule is that those who win two games win, so they didn't say that they would bring a few guards, right?"

Wei Cheng shook his head and said, "After that being said, does Master Yang underestimate Wei too much? The guard you brought out from the Blood Service Camp is only the second level of the Heavenly Level. The two lowest of the two around me are also the sixth level of the Heavenly Level. He cannot be an opponent."

"I'll know if it's an opponent or not."

Wei Cheng stared at Yang Kai deeply: "Master Yang Dan, if you can apologize to Wei, Wei will pretend that the previous incident has not happened, so as not to let Master Yang Dan be embarrassed."

Yang Kai shook his head slowly: "Master Wei Dan, being confident is a good thing, and being too confident means being arrogant."

Wei Cheng's face darkened and he snorted coldly: "I'm willing to settle things, but since Master Yang Dan is shameless, don't blame me, a senior brother, for bullying the small one. I want to see how you two win over the three of me. The old rules, if you can't decide the outcome in the first two armed battles, you and me will leave it to the last battle."

"Yes!" Yang Kai nodded, "But before this, should we add some lottery tickets? Otherwise, it would be meaningless to just exchange like this."

"Caitou?" Wei Cheng was stunned, "What kind of lottery do you want to add?"

Yang Kai turned his head and looked at Wu Zhengqi: "Assistant Master, this is not going to violate the sect's rules, right?"

Wu Zhengqi said lightly: "You can discuss everything here by yourself, as long as it doesn't cause any death."

"I understand." Yang Kai nodded, reached out and took off the sword from his waist, and held it in front of him: "A spiritual soldier, I wonder if this lottery ticket is enough!"

Wei Cheng's eyes shrank when he heard this, and even Wu Zhengqi showed an interest. Many alchemists under the fighting stage were even more uproar.

"Spiritual soldier, are you a spirit soldier?" Wei Cheng looked at Yang Kai in surprise.

Yang Kai threw the Qingxu Sword to Wu Zhengqi: "Whether he is a spiritual soldier, the deputy director of the Hall of Wu will know after a test."

Wu Zhengqi reached out to take the Qingxu Sword, unsheathed the sword, watched for a while, and couldn't help but look forward to it. After a moment, he returned the sword to the sheath and nodded and said, "It's indeed a spiritual soldier!"

Wu Zhengqi said this, so Wei Cheng naturally would not believe it. He looked at Yang Kai with some suspicion, wondering what he was selling in his gourd.

Wu Zhengqi said in confusion: "Master Yang Dan, are you sure you want to use this spiritual weapon as the first prize of this battle? This thing is quite expensive."

Looking at the world of divine weapons, if the ten divine weapons are not released, spiritual weapons are the best weapons. Each spiritual weapon has extremely powerful power. The power that can be exerted by a spiritual warrior is completely different from the one who has no spiritual weapons in hand. Although Wu Zhengqi is also a spiritual weapon, he still does not have his own spiritual weapons. At this moment, seeing a heavenly alchemy master like Yang Kai, he took out one at his hand, and it was used as a lottery, and it inevitably felt like he was wasting his resources.

How great would it be if this thing was yours.

Yang Kai smiled: "I've been short of money recently, and I really don't have anything to do except this thing."

Wei Cheng's expression changed over there: "It seems that Master Yang Dan is very confident in him."

Even the spirit soldiers were taken out as the lottery. This was not because he was full of confidence, but because he didn't take himself seriously at all, which made Wei Cheng a little annoyed.

"Although I also want to take this spiritual soldier into my pocket, it's a pity that Wei doesn't have the right thing to take as a lottery ticket." Wei Cheng shook his head with some regret. It's a pity that he missed such a great opportunity in front of him.

"It's okay, I don't need anything too expensive. Master Wei Dan should have this thing, right?" Yang Kai asked with a smile.

"Hongyu?" Wei Cheng was stunned, "You want me to use Hongyu as the lottery?"

He couldn't believe his ears. Even Wu Zhengqi looked shocked and cursed the prodigal son in his heart. How could a spiritual soldier be measured by Hongyu?

"I said that I'm a little short of money recently, so Master Wei Dan will do it if he has red jade!" Yang Kai nodded.

"There is certainly a red jade."

"How much can Master Wei Dan take out?" Yang Kai asked.

Wei Cheng said embarrassedly: "Twenty or three hundred thousand? Maybe more than 300,000, no matter how much it is, there will be no more." As a Tiandan Master, it is normal to have dozens or millions of red jade in his hand. Wei Cheng originally had millions of red jade, but for the sake of the Heavenly Fire of the Holy Fire, he spent a lot of money to buy some things, but in the end he was only left with this little.

However, not to mention 200,000 to 300,000, even if it is a million red jade, it cannot measure the value of a spiritual weapon. He obviously knows this, so he lacks confidence when he says this.

"Then let's take it as 300,000." Yang Kai nodded, "Master Wei Dan used 300,000 red jade as the lottery, is it okay?"

Wei Cheng looked at Yang Kai as if he was a fool: "Are you sure Wei can get 300,000 red jade?"

"Confirm!" Yang Kai nodded.

Wu Zhengqi jumped anxiously. If the Witness had not bound him, he really wanted to tell Yang Kai that he could borrow money from him, and there was no need to use a spiritual soldier to bet on 300,000 red jade. This would be a huge waste.

Wei Cheng stared at Yang Kai deeply, sure that he was not joking, and then nodded and said, "Since that's the case, then Wei will use 300,000 red jade as the lottery, and ask Deputy Master Wu to be a witness!"

Wu Zhengqi nodded weakly: "Yes!"

"Master Yang Dan, let's start now?" When Wei Cheng thought of getting a spiritual soldier later, he felt very happy. He secretly guessed in his heart that this could be Yang Kai's own apology, right? Otherwise, how could there be such a stupid way to do it?

A spiritual weapon can also offset your losses in the Holy Fire Cave.

Thinking of this, Yang Kai couldn't help but like him a lot. This new junior brother is tough and actually a slick person. He apologized to himself in a roundabout way!

Yang Kai nodded and said, "Okay!" Turning his head and looking at Yang Huai, "Do your best!"

Yang Huai clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "I will definitely not let the adults be ashamed!"

Yang Kai nodded and jumped off the battle platform. Wei Cheng also jumped down with a blood servant, leaving another blood servant against Yang Huai.

"You two are ready, you can start anytime!" Wu Zhengqi glanced at the two on the stage and said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood servant left by Wei Cheng turned into a afterimage and rushed towards Yang Huai. In an instant, he arrived in front of him. With a loud bang, the entire fighting platform shook.

Yang Huai, like an iron tower, seemed to be hit by a mountain. Her burly body retreated several feet back and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, she stabilized her body at the last moment and grabbed her big hand like a palm fan.

A figure flashed in front of him, rubbing his palms around behind him, and another violent sound came.

"Master Yang Dan, your blood servant's cultivation is too low and you are not the opponent." Old God Wei Cheng was looking at the fierce battle on the battle table and said casually.

Yang Kai smiled slightly, not saying anything.

Yang Huai only has the second level of the Heavenly Level, while the guard left by Wei Cheng has the sixth level of the Heavenly Level, and there are four small levels of gaps between them. On this small battle platform, Yang Huai is indeed no match without any external force.

In less than ten breaths, Yang Huai was hit more than a dozen times. Every time he staggered and almost fell to the ground. But every time he could magically stabilize his body and counterattack in a hurry. Although he did not cause any damage to his opponent, every attack was extremely powerful, which forced his opponent to dodge.

Such a competition with huge strengths should be decided in a very short time, but in fact, Yang Huai's persistence and perseverance were beyond everyone's expectations.

On the fighting platform, Wei Cheng's blood servant seemed to have the upper hand, but he was unable to completely knock Yang Huai down or knock him out of the ring.

Moreover, as time passed, a faint blood-colored mist spread out on Yang Huai's body surface. It was not very obvious at the beginning, but the mist became thicker and thicker.

"This is..." Wu Zhengqi, who had been watching on the fighting platform, suddenly raised his eyebrows and showed an extremely surprised expression, just because he found that Yang Huai's speed and strength seemed to be slowly getting faster and stronger.

Yang Huai is burly, has poor turnover, and has four small levels of cultivation that are weaker than his opponent. Therefore, from the beginning to now, he has been in a passive situation of being beaten. Occasionally, there is no effect in counterattacks, and he is flexibly avoided by his opponent. However, as time goes by, his attack speed is getting faster and faster and stronger.

With a stinging sound, the two figures were about to part. Yang Huai was covered in blood and glared at the edge of a gloomy eyes. He grabbed a torn piece of cloth in his hand, spread it out casually, and rushed towards his opponent with big strides, as if a crazy beast, with red eyes.

The audience watched the audience exclaimed, this was the first time Yang Huai has achieved something since the counterattack, although he only grabbed a piece of the other party's clothes...

On the other side, the sixth floor of the Tianjie looked down at his chest, where his clothes were torn, revealing his close-fitting soft armor. When he looked up, Yang Huai rushed over with great strides, and suddenly looked angry, urging his spiritual power to meet him.
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