Emperor Yutianwu

Dragon King and Tiansha fought, and Chu Yan lost all the immortal stones he had won.

To be precise, this time, he didn't even have the capital, and his own 100 immortal stones were also betted in.

"I lost all my money, I should be considered a big gambler, right?" Chu Yan smiled bitterly, then looked at the business place of Shuratai, and sighed: "This is not my fault, you are betting against me."

Originally, Chu Yan thought that if he just bet to win some, he would not fight, after all, his situation is special.

But the battle just now was clearly manipulated by Shuratai, deliberately making Dragon King lose, and all his capital was lost, so there was no way, he could only fight himself, and got up and walked towards the depths.

All contestants will pass through a separate passage. Soon, Chu Yan came here. In front of a huge bronze door, there was a fifty-year-old old man guarding, the top immortal realm.

He should be receiving countless people every day. He glanced at Chu Yan casually and said lazily: "Newcomer or old man?"

"Newcomer."

"Realm, title." The old man said casually.

Before coming, Chu Yan had learned the rules clearly and responded: "Immortal level eight, Qingyan."

"Follow me." The old man nodded and led Chu Yan. Soon he entered the bronze door. This place is a special space, directly connected to more than ten arenas in the outside world. The old man said: "You stay here. If you are a newcomer, you will be arranged to fight in a while. The realm will not be higher than you. Just listen."

After leaving a sentence, the old man turned and left, leaving Chu Yan alone.

Chu Yan was not in a hurry. He looked around in the space and found a very interesting list.

Zifeng City, Shura List.

It is mainly divided into two, the Immortal Realm and the Immortal Venerable Realm.

Chu Yan is not very interested in the Immortal Venerable Realm, but the Immortal Realm List made him slightly stunned.

First: Fire Eagle, record, win 173 games, lose 4, win streak, 159

Second: Yinglong, record, 103 wins, 6 losses, 93 consecutive wins.

Third: ...

Seventh: Demon Blade, record, 69 wins, 21 losses, 30 consecutive wins.

Eighth: Sword Demon, record, 41 wins, 36 losses, 17 consecutive wins.

The ranking of the immortals in Shuratai is actually the Ten Prodigies of Zifeng City.

"No wonder the Ten Prodigies are all code names." At this moment, Chu Yan suddenly realized that the ranking of the Ten Prodigies should be the record of Shuratai.

Then he glanced at Huoying and nodded secretly. The first of the Ten Prodigies is indeed extraordinary. So far, he has only lost four games, and he has not lost since he reached the top immortal position. He has never lost. He holds the highest winning streak in Shuratai.

"Qingyan, come out."

At this moment, a sound of emptiness sounded, and the next moment, the door of a ring opened.

Chu Yan put on a wolf head mask and walked out. On the other side, a young man in a flame robe was waiting. This person's code name is: Ghost Fire. Chu Yan has seen it in the rankings. The last ranking is not high, but it is not weak.

The handicap is also opened, with a 1:9 odds, a scary ratio, deliberately letting himself lose a game and make a profit.

As a newcomer, according to common sense, he should not encounter such a ranking. It seems that Shuratai deliberately arranged it.

Chu Yan thought of this and turned to look at the referee: "Can I bet on myself?"

"I can only bet on myself." The referee said indifferently, Chu Yan nodded, this is normal, otherwise all bets on Ghost Fire, and I admit defeat. Shuratai has existed for many years, and there is no such loophole.

"Okay, then I will bet on myself." Chu Yan first exchanged all the low- and medium-level immortal stones on him, which added up to 100 top immortal stones.

"Do you look down on me?" Ghost Fire frowned slightly when he saw Chu Yan's action. Participants can bet on themselves, but few people actually do so. After all, most of those who come to the Shura Stage to participate in the battle are casual cultivators who come to earn resources, and who can guarantee that they will win every battle?

Fire Eagle, maybe, he has also bet on himself like this.

But who else dares?

The man in front of him did it.

In addition, this is also a kind of humiliation to himself.

"No." Chu Yan shook his head. He bet just to make more money. There is no way. He found out that he was very poor when he arrived at the Nine Heavens God Realm.

"Humph, you will regret your behavior." Ghost Fire snorted coldly, and then said no more, waiting. It takes a certain amount of time to bet.

This battle has attracted a lot of attention. The reason is very simple. A strong man on the Shura List fights against a newcomer. This kind of money-spending thing is rarely seen in the Shura Stage.

Soon, the betting was over. Even though the odds were very low, the odds of the Ghost Fire side were almost piled up with immortal stones. Looking at the odds of Chu Yan, there were very few people, except for some people who wanted to try their luck. It can be said that there was no one.

Looking at the odds, Chu Yan laughed: "Is he being looked down upon so much?"

"Competitors, get ready. There are no rules on the stage. Everything can be used until one side falls or admits defeat." The referee said, and the next moment, he shouted with a breath: "Start!"

The two words resounded like thunder. The next moment, the battle formation rose into the air. Almost at the same time, the Ghost Fire moved, took a step forward, and punched Chu Yan in the air. Immediately, the shadows of mountains appeared on the stage, superimposed and came to suppress Chu Yan.

"So strong!"

"Of course, the Ghost Fire squeezed into the Shura list with the eighth level of the immortal position. There is no doubt about its combat power. It even has a record of beating the top immortal position across levels. This newcomer is probably in trouble."

"Ghost Fire is getting stronger and stronger. It seems that he is not far from breaking through. Once he enters the top fairy position, his ranking will be before the exam. Recently, you can keep an eye on his battles and win a lot." The people in the audience talked and laughed. Seeing Ghost Fire punching out, it seemed that they had seen the scene of Chu Yan being shattered by the shadow of the mountain. The fairy stone waved to them.

They came here to bet, only caring about winning or losing. As for Chu Yan's life or death, what does it have to do with them?

"Boom!"

The shadows of the mountains fell down with the fist shadow, like a raging wave. Everyone smiled, as if waiting to count the fairy stones.

But at this moment, everyone's eyes shrank, and they saw that the broken stones were flying wildly on the stage, but a straight figure stood in it, and he did not shake at all, like the immortal Hades.

The next second, the breeze blew, and Chu Yan's figure appeared again, with a faint holy light flickering on his skin, and then everyone saw him slowly raise his head and raise his hand to shoot Ghost Fire.

In an instant, the space where Ghost Fire was located was suppressed and shattered. The whole person seemed to be imprisoned by an incomparable force. Then a huge palm print pressed down. His eyes widened and he tried desperately to resist.

But it was only a moment. Everyone heard a snap. Ghost Fire flew backwards and fell to the ground in a mess. I don’t know how many bones were broken.

At this moment, everyone’s eyes were a little dazed. What happened just now?

What happened to the last attack?

A slap?

That’s right, it was a slap.

Chu Yan’s palm had no rules, nor was it a martial art. It was a slap?

“Really... fake?” Someone came back to his senses and murmured. A strong man on the Shura list was almost slapped to death by someone?

“Is this the way I am?” Chu Yan retracted his hand and didn’t look at Ghost Fire anymore. He turned around and asked the referee. Although the rules of the Shura stage ended with one party’s death or surrender, Ghost Fire didn’t die after being slapped, but he lost his combat power and fainted. It was almost the same.

The referee came back to his senses with a strange look. This was actually the first time he had encountered such a situation.

In the Shura Arena, all the fighters were at the same level. Some of them were life-and-death battles, and some would die. Otherwise, everyone would have the opportunity to admit defeat, and there would not be such a gap that would cause people to faint before admitting defeat. But now, it happened.

"Forget it. Do you want to quit now, or continue to defend the arena?" The referee responded.

"Defend the arena." Chu Yan nodded. He didn't have a winning streak. He couldn't make anything in a fight, so it was better to bet on himself.

"This Qingyan is not weak." Someone whispered, and then his eyes moved slightly. The next bet could be considered.

Defending the arena means fighting a series of battles. Then a storm began in the Shura Arena.

Chu Yan, winning streak, invincible, and every time he bet on himself, no matter how much he won, he bet everything.

Five consecutive wins, ten consecutive wins, fifteen consecutive wins...

Soon, thirty consecutive wins.

In the Shura Arena, the one with the highest momentum in a short period of time was Qingyan. He kept hearing: Qingyan, win. Qingyan wins.

Instantly, Chu Yan's battle arena also attracted the attention of most people. You know, it is difficult to maintain a winning streak, let alone thirty consecutive games. This number has exceeded the ten Tianjiao: Sword Demon.

Of course, because of this, Chu Yan's odds began to change, from 1 to 9, and finally dropped to 10 to 1, which made Chu Yan a little helpless. If he had known this earlier, should he have been more low-key?

"Qingyan wins, 46 consecutive wins."

Qingyan won another game. At this time, everyone in Shuratai was a little numb. He was too strong. He was just breaking records. Many people also followed Chu Yan to make a lot of money and smiled.

However, a winning streak like Chu Yan was definitely not what Shuratai wanted to see.

At this time, in an independent space of Shuratai, a handsome young man stared at the front: "How much did this person win in my Shuratai?"

"Reply to the young master, 70,000 immortal stones." An old man smiled bitterly.

The young man frowned. Seventy thousand immortal stones was not a small amount even for Shuratai. He snorted coldly: "Go find Tianjun and break his winning streak."

When he heard Tianjun, the old man's turbid eyes flashed with a sharp light. As the manager of Shuratai, he understood the meaning of Tianjun better than others. Thinking of this, he glanced at Chu Yan on the stage, and a little sympathy appeared in his eyes.

"Also tell Tianjun to try to keep him alive and see if this boy can be used by Shuratai."

"Yes!" The old man bowed and retreated.