Beast

Under the ring with a radius of 100 feet in Luoji City, in such a hot weather, hundreds of people still gathered around to watch the competition on the ring. As the situation of the two fighting men changed, their emotions fluctuated. Some cheered and some shouted angrily.

, I can’t wait to rush into the ring and help him fight for a round.

Yang Qing stood calmly under the ring, responding gently from time to time, while the slovenly man next to him patiently explained what gambling was, what handicap was, and what odds were.

"Brother, you are bored with cultivation and have fun with gambling. Why don't you relax for a while? Watching in such a boring way loses a bit of passion," the slovenly man said in a coaxing way with a smile.

Yang Qing was aroused by the man's words. That time he won a thousand taels of silver in a gambling battle with Ziyu, a middle-aged man, but there was not much fluctuation in his heart. After all, he thought that the middle-aged guard would not kill him.

Defeated, and only agreed to the bet under duress.

At this time, he went to watch others fight and stayed out of the fight. He allowed others to concentrate on the fight and assess the situation, or they panicked and fled in panic. He watched them leisurely under the ring. This feeling was not considered enjoyment, but it could be said to be comfort.

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On top of this, if you add some fun, he will happily accept it. However, when it comes to spiritual stones, you need to be cautious.

Yang Qing nodded in agreement, and the slovenly man was overjoyed. The two walked side by side to the gambling shop.

The gambling shop was full of onlookers, and some were still lingering between the dilemma. When they saw the two approaching, they showed no intention of giving way. The unkempt man didn't take it seriously. He blocked the way with two thick arms, squeezing out a gap and rubbing it.

Go forward.

Yang Qing imitated this, gathered up his strength and squeezed in. The monk who was touched by his arm didn't care, and continued to watch the situation in the arena with various expressions while his body was shaking.

When he walked to the desk, the crowd was still there. The body temperature from all around made him feel uncomfortable. The slovenly man had already adapted. He skillfully took out the wolf brush, took out a piece of talisman paper, and waited for Yang Qing to place a bet.

I have said several times that 'a man cannot be rich without a windfall, and a horse cannot be fat without a night of grass', but in the end I can't force myself on who to place my bet with.

There was a big difference in strength between the two. Yang Qing did not hesitate and said casually, "Bet on Zhu Yong to win."

He had a feud with Pi Shixu. Although there was no major conflict, he still expected him to be beaten badly. Therefore, even though Zhu Yongsheng's chance of winning was low, he still placed a bet on him.

The slovenly man looked overjoyed, his true energy poured into the Langhao pen, dipped in ink, and wrote quickly. The black honey light flashed and the word "Zhu Yong" was formed. He raised his head and asked familiarly, "Brother, how much do you want to bet?"

Yang Qing thought for a moment and said lightly, "One hundred spiritual stones!"

"How much?!" the slovenly man asked in surprise.

"One hundred spiritual stones!" Yang Qing said clearly without changing his expression, and then took out a hundred spiritual stones. These hundred spiritual stones contained dozens of pieces belonging to the Ye family.

"Okay, one hundred spiritual stones!" The slovenly man shouted loudly, and with the wolf brush dancing, he recorded it on the talisman paper. Then he picked up the thumb-sized square seal on the side, and the real energy poured in, and pressed it on the talisman paper.

The slovenly man's loud shout caused others to turn around. The people who place bets here usually place bets of five yuan, ten spiritual stones, or twenty yuan at the most. Because of the constant betting battles in the arena, they bet less each time.

Little things add up, and losing won't hurt too much. Yang Qing bet a hundred spiritual stones at a time, and he bet on a side with a very small winning rate. People couldn't help but suspect that he was colluded with gambling shops to deceive everyone.

Bet on the trend!

Yang Qing didn't know why, a hundred spirit stones was a lot for him, and he also needed spirit stones very much. He bet on Zhu Yong to win, not because of his personal preference, but because he wanted to use this attractive odds. Come and earn some spiritual stones.

Although the yellow talisman paper in his hand is not a talisman, it is a proof that with the breath of true energy, the square seal can prevent forgery. This is because the breath of true energy of each monk is not the same, even if they have the same spiritual root. Practicing the same technique will also lead to differences due to the length of practice, personal physical body, meridians, spiritual consciousness, etc.

After a while, the two people on the ring had already decided the winner. Before Yang Qing could walk towards the bottom of the ring, he was pushed out by the monks swarming in.

The monks who bet on this competition were slightly disappointed if they lost and placed their hopes on the next one, while those who won the bet were excited to receive their spirit stones, and some even bet all the spirit stones they won this time on the next one. One game.

Regardless of whether there is a possibility of losing money, gambling shops must bite the bullet and accept it one by one.

As soon as the ring was free, Zhu Yong and Pi Shixu jumped on the ring, looked at each other, and before the verdict was announced, they each took out their magical weapons.

After Yang Qing was pushed out of the gambling shop, he walked quickly to the ring with his head lowered and stood less than two feet away from the edge of the ring.

Pi Shixu was a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm. He jumped onto the ring with a fierce look on his face, turned over his hand and took out a sword that was not as long as a ruler but a flat magic weapon. His true energy surged and was sacrificed in the air. He stamped his feet and turned over. When he came up, before he could stand still, he summoned a blue wooden ruler again.

Pi Shixu has an eccentric personality, but he can still analyze his own advantages in fighting. He gets on the ring and directly launches his magic weapon into the air. This is to deceive Zhu Yong into only being able to manipulate one magic weapon, and once the magic weapon flies, he can fight again. The power of the spell will be weakened, and the range covered by the spell will be reduced.

This is the steady and steady approach.

Zhu Yong's lips trembled, his anger undisguised. While waiting under the ring for a moment, Pi Shixu provoked him from time to time. He lowered his head and did not look. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He would fight regardless of the opponent's strength.

I don't know when I changed the brocade cloth boots under my feet to a pair of deerskin boots that looked very old. Perhaps it was because the deerskin boots were more comfortable for the feet and more suitable for fighting. I put my palms into the bulging arms and took them out. A light red long knife was first injected with light red essence and shot out quickly.

"Whoosh!"

The fiery red light of the long sword circulated, and with the sound of breaking through the air, it stabbed Pi Shixu, who was floating ten feet in the air and looked down at the sneer.

"Bang!"

Pi Shixu did not dodge or dodge. He held a cyan wooden ruler in both hands. The cyan true energy was poured into it. The wooden ruler trembled and the light shone brightly. He resisted the blow from the light red long knife.

"Whoosh!"

The wooden ruler and long sword made slight contact and separated. The strange-shaped magic weapon at Pi Shixu's feet spun half a circle and turned sideways with a sound.

When the body turned, his hands did not stop. He saw the wooden ruler flipping against the long knife between his hands, holding the ruler with one hand and tapping the tip of the long knife.

"Buzz!"

The long knife trembled and slid downwards, as if it was about to fall!

In this gap, Pi Shixu abandoned the strange magic weapon at his feet and stepped on the pale red trembling long knife. In a "swish" moment, the long knife continued to fall, but he was rising half a foot.

"Whoosh!"

The strange-shaped magic weapon floating in the air, with green light flowing around it, changed from static to shooting downwards at extremely fast speeds. It was aimed at Zhu Yong, whose expression changed slightly.

Yang Qing stood under the ring and frowned. The wooden ruler was not very powerful, but it could be used offensively or defensively. The transition between offense and defense was rapid. Pi Shixu first resisted the stabbing attack with the long knife, and then slapped it briefly to make it lose control.

This is an opportunity to raise the foot wooden ruler to keep your body in shape.

But the magical weapon that does not shuttle, and does not use a sword, is used for attacking, and its speed and power are more than a step ahead of a long sword.

If this continues, the outcome will be decided soon, and the hundred spiritual stones will be gone forever!

A distance of more than ten feet passed by in a flash, and just when the onlookers who had bet on Pi Shixu's victory were about to shout excitedly, they saw that the knee-high deerskin boots were in pale cold purple and light red.

He quickly increased his speed, paused on the spot, and dodged a throat-cutting blow from the strange magic weapon.

Not only Pi Shixu was slightly stunned by this situation, but also the onlookers under the ring were also slightly stunned. Those old deerskin boots turned out to be magical weapons.

Most of the magic weapons are weapons. This is because most of the magic weapons are forged from metal or jade. When the weapon is in its embryo, patterns are carved on it. The grade of the magic weapon is determined by the material, pattern, and carved pattern.

way to decide.

And the deerskin short boots are made of leather. How are the formation patterns carved and how can the leather withstand the true energy urging the formation patterns?

The talisman that seals the spell is made of fragile material, so it will be damaged after being activated and cannot be used again.

Everyone secretly thought that their knowledge was shallow, no wonder the monks in the Sea Knowledge Realm dared to compete with the Zifu Realm.

The shock brought by the deerskin boots to everyone was not over yet. When the strange magic weapon hit the Baigangyan arena surface and made a 'click' sound, Zhu Yong stepped into the air and stood up. The deerskin boots shined brighter, in the air.

While running, he was able to slash with the long light red knife.

Since its running speed is not weaker than the flying weapon.

These deerskin boots only need to be filled with true energy, and they can support the monks in the air without the use of spiritual consciousness.

The sneer disappeared from Pi Shixu's face. The strange magic weapon hit the surface of the arena and the force of the shock caused the real energy inside it to tremble. When he was manipulated again, the single sword had already cut to the ground under his feet.

He took out a light green long sword, poured in the real energy, and slashed downwards.

"bite!"

The long sword slashed in haste, and the true energy was not yet fully charged. The two of them struck each other, evenly matched.

The long sword fell, and the long sword carried Pi Shixu backwards.

"go!"

Pi Shixu's arm swung in a circle, and when he swung up, the long sword came out of his hand. The strength of the arm and the manipulation of his spiritual consciousness made the long sword's speed soar!

"tear"

The sound of flesh being torn apart!

The deerskin short boots only need to be injected with true energy to drive the monks to fly. The speed is not as fast as the imperial weapon, but the agility is even better. However, Zhu Yong is only a monk in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm. He can't dodge sideways, and the long sword turns into a cyan stream of light and hits Zhu Yong.

's left arm.

The muscles near the shoulder are rolled up and white and boney. This is caused by the true energy scattered in the body of the long sword. If you dodge a little slower, one arm will have been lost.

The cyan wooden ruler under Pi Shixu's feet was shaking. He had just straightened his body and was already forming seals with his hands. The cyan true energy in his body surged out, gathering and turning into dozens of long cyan needles, which were arranged in a radius of half a foot. He quickly pushed them out with his palms.

Dozens of long needles are like arrows leaving the string.

"Boohoo!"

The sound of breaking through the air was low and continuous, the wound on his shoulder was in severe pain, and Zhu Yong's face was distorted. He was covered in all directions of avoidance by dozens of long needles.

No matter which direction you dodge, you will be stabbed by several long cyan needles.

Moreover, Pi Shixu did not wait for the result when he cast the spell, but instead manipulated the strange magic weapon lying on the ring.

Seeing this scene, some people looked ugly, and some wanted to cheer!

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