"Okay, but are you sure you have five million gold coins?" 6 Feng agreed helplessly. He didn't want to bother with him, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't let him go.

"Hmph, I still have two million gold coins. If I lose, I will give you this storage ring together!" The young man snorted coldly, not thinking that he would lose, but just wanted to settle the bet first.

"Yes." 6 Feng nodded and said, "I promise you, I hope you don't regret it!"

"Hmph, I'm still worried that you will regret it!" said the young man worriedly.

"You can rest assured that everyone present can testify, and I will not regret it." 6 Feng Qing said, turning his head to look at the others around him.

"Yes, I can testify!"

"He will never regret it!"

"We can all testify!"

…………

When they heard the conversation between the two, everyone agreed, not afraid of the big deal, and witnessed for the 6 Feng. They were willing to respect the strong, let alone 6 Feng, a legendary figure who won thirty consecutive victories.

"Don't worry now!" Looking at the young man, 6 Feng said with a smile.

"Okay, just wait and lose!" The young man and the few people who came together left and walked towards the observation stage.

"Hurry, hurry up, win the number seven!"

"No. 7, 7, one million gold coins!"

"No. 7,500,000..."

…………

The show ended, and for a moment, everyone took out gold coins to win No. 7. Although they didn’t know who No. 7 was, how could someone who could be favored by the 6th wind lose?

Seeing such a hot scene, 6 Feng couldn't help but look at the mighty young man behind the battle stand, with a pair of meteor hammers on his waist, standing steadily, showing his mighty and domineering spirit.

This person is no one else, but Chu Wuwei. When Huang Tong learned that 6 Feng was the winner of the military title of 30 consecutive victories in the arena, he also wanted to try it out and temper his cultivation here through fighting to consolidate his cultivation.

I found a seat to sit down. Liu Feng didn't go to the backstage and was in the audience, watching the battle above.

At this time, it was the No. 9 and No. 10, the fourth-level Qi Transformation, that it would take Chu Wuwei a long time to make it his turn.

It just so happens that 6 Fengs can enjoy the audience's addiction, look at the battles on other battle platforms, learn some combat experience, and confirm yourself.

No.9 is a middle-aged man about thirty years old, while No.11 is a young man with a jade-like face and a fair and clean face. He is obviously also a young talent.

"The Great Destruction Sword Technique!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly, and then the light of the big sword in his hand flowed, and a series of domineering sword lights slashed out, as if they were about to split the space, drew arcs in the air, and enveloped the young man.

"snort!"

The young man snorted coldly, then the long sword in his hand flew, and his whole body jumped up. Countless sword lights were drawn out, carrying the fierce energy and the sword light, making waves of gold and iron attacks.

Swish...

The sharp sword light tore the knife light and cut it into the middle-aged chest, making a cut of a foot-long hole. Blood flowed out, and the flesh flipped open, which was shocking.

He retreated sharply, and the middle-aged man waved his sword light to defend himself, wanting to have a buffering opportunity, but the young man pressed forward step by step, with sword light flying, wanting to take advantage of the situation to pursue and win.

"I admit defeat!" Forced by helplessness, middle-aged man had to shout for admit defeat, and chose the latter in front of gold coins and life.

"Hmph!" Without stopping, the young man thrust his sword straight, piercing the middle-aged man's body directly, then kicked it away, landing under the battle platform, a large amount of blood flowed out, obviously there was no hope of survival.

"Win the No. 10 win, will you fight again?" The referee stood up to the battle stage, looked at the young man with a frown, and asked in a process style.

"Fight!" The young man raised his head proudly and looked at the referee and said, with a faint disdain in his eyes.

"Okay, next game, No. 10 vs. No. 11!"

As the gong sounded, another battle began again.

Looking away, 6 Feng looked at the half-step king-level battle platform. Now a human half-step king is fighting against a half-step tiger-type monster. It has been going on for a while and is almost in full swing.

"roar!"

The tiger and beast have strong limbs, sometimes floating in the air and sometimes swept on the ground, which is extremely fast and makes people unable to defend themselves.

The half-step king of humans was a middle-aged man about forty years old. Although his real age must be more than forty, he was also extremely extraordinary. A two-meter-long big sword danced like a tiger and tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like tiger-like

Without taking the initiative to attack, the middle-aged man was steadily fighting, always staring at the tiger beast, guarding against every attack, and then moving from the feeder.

"good!"

A burst of warm cheers burst out from the crowd. Just now, the middle-aged man seized the opportunity and slashed the tiger's tail with one knife, cut it down, and then slashed it diagonally, hurting its hind leg.

This is the first time that he has really hurt the other person.

"roar!"

The severe pain came, the tiger beast roared, and a pair of tiger eyes stared at the middle-aged man, emitting flames of hatred.

call out!

A sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the tiger beast jumped up suddenly, and a red source attack came out of his mouth, cutting through the space, and instantly arrived in front of the middle-aged man.

"A little trick for carving insects!" The middle-aged big sword was raised, and the source energy was circulated between his hands. A dazzling sword light slashed out, colliding with the source energy attack.

boom!

The battle stage seemed to tremble because of this, and the sword light and red light disappeared at the same time.

call out!

At this moment, the figure of the tiger beast suddenly disappeared, and a stream of light passed by, two sharp giant claws in the void attacked, and they suddenly stumbled towards the middle-aged throat.

"Cunning beast!" The middle-aged man shouted secretly, retreated quickly, poked his long sword out, pressed against the giant claws, and then rose up in the air, interchanged with the tiger beast, and appeared above it.

"die!"

Using all his strength, the middle-aged man pulled out his long sword, and then a sword light slashed from top to bottom, as if he was about to cut the sky and the earth. The blazing light drowned the entire battle platform, and the huge collision sounded throughout the sky.

Rumble!

After a few breaths, the light converged and the battle stage appeared in front of all the audience. The tiger beast was now limping on the ground, and a blood mark from the center of his forehead directly extended to his abdomen.

The gurgling blood gushed out wildly, soaking the battle platform.

"Hu..." When he landed on the battlefield, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. The moment was too dangerous. Although it was an opportunity, he might die at any time. Fortunately, he succeeded.

He waved his long sword and slashed it out with one knife, cut off the tiger beast's head, waved his big sleeve, and put his body in the storage ring.

"Will you fight again if you win the No. 4?" A half-step king referee stood up and announced the results in time.

"No more fight!" Middle-aged man waved his hand. He didn't come to fight because he wanted to sharpen himself, but he just lacked a fresh half-step king-level monster inner pill, and was struggling to find it, so he came here to obtain it through battle.
Chapter completed!