Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

"Defeated, the Son of the Fengbu was defeated! And he was defeated by two swords..."

"How can this swordsman be so tyrannical? I have never seen him have such power in previous fights? This speed of progress is too fast, right?!"

"incredible!"

"Hiss—"

Yuan Jiansheng easily defeated the Holy Child of the Fengbu, Qingyan, which shocked the audience.

Even the rest of the holy sons looked at him gloomyly, sneered, and regarded him as the enemy.

"Swordsman?... Interesting."

Immediately afterwards, many people beat their chests and stamped their feet, crying ghosts and wolves.

"Damn it, I bet all my net worth on Qingmai to win, now I lost everything!"

"Trash! The Nightmare is such a rubbish, it can't even defeat the untouchables of the Central Province, and I lost all the Spirit Stones!"

"Not only is Qingmai a trash, but everyone in Okabe is trash!"

"Fuck, what are you talking about, you want to die, don't you?!"

"Come and fight!"

Gu Xuan turned a deaf ear to the noise, and a smile slowly appeared on his face under the cloak.

Yuan Jiansheng did not disappoint him and defeated the so-called Holy Son of the Wind Department.

Barely considered qualified to stand in front of him and become his opponent.

Of course, the most important thing is that Yuan Jiansheng made him earn a lot of Spirit Stones.

With odds of 1 to 9, he bet 1 million top-quality Spirit Stones, and directly earned a full 9 million top-quality Spirit Stones!

"hehe……"

Gu Xuan stared at Yuan Jiansheng on the fighting stage, and said with a light smile: "For the sake of these nine million top-quality Spirit Stones, next time I fight with you, I won't kill you!"

After speaking, Gu Xuan turned and left.

At the same time, Yuan Jiansheng on the stage seemed to feel something, and looked in Gu Xuan's direction.

It's a pity that he only saw the back of a black robe.

"who is it..."

Yuan Jiansheng's eyes flickered, and he always felt that he was very familiar with this figure from the back.

"Master Overlord!"

The staff of the arena respectfully delivered the nine million top-quality Spirit Stones won by Gu Xuan to him.

Gu Xuan took the storage ring casually, glanced at it, and said to this person: "Arrange a competition for me`

The man was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Who do you want to compete with, Lord Overlord?"

Gu Xuan's eyes flashed coldly, and he replied slowly: "The holy sons of the three tribes..."

The man showed a look of embarrassment on his face, and replied cautiously: "I can help you challenge them, but it's up to you whether you agree. After all, those adults all win more than 5,000 games. It’s hard to lure them to the end.”

Gu Xuan thought for a while, then sneered, "You can add one more condition for me."

Gu Xuan directly threw the own identity token and the storage ring he just got on the ground, and said: "Whoever promises to fight with me, the winner will take away all the points on my identity token and ten million top-quality Spirit!" Stones.

Of course, those who lose will have to pay the same price.”

The man looked shocked.

Gu Xuan put forward such a condition, even if it is the top figure in the arena on the fourth day, it is difficult for anyone to refuse.

"This guy is simply a fighting maniac! Isn't he afraid of dying on the fighting stage..."

The man swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty: "I'll help you arrange it now! I don't know which opponent your lord prefers?"

Gu Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Just him!"

The man took a deep breath, took a deep look at Gu Xuan, nodded and said: "Yes.

After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry.

Using additional conditions to increase bets to attract powerful opponents is the fastest way Gu Xuan came up with to accumulate points.

"The next three days, Leibu, Lie!"

A tall man who was more than a few feet tall, full of muscles, with streaks of thunder all over his body, and fine lightning flashes beating in his eyes, looked at the book of war in his hand, and his expression became extremely cold.

"Humph!"

The holy son of the Zhongtian Leibu smashed the letter of war into pieces, and said in a dark voice: "Do the trash from the Zhongtian Leibu dare to challenge the majesty of our Zhongtian Leibu? Alright, nine million!" The best Spirit Stones, 5,000 points...

Why don't I want it for free.

If you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

Soon, the news of the three-day Leibu Shengzi in Gu Xuan's challenge spread throughout the fourth day competition arena.

Countless people were astonished and shocked.

"Lei Lie from the Ministry of Thunder in the next three days?

I think I've heard that name before!"

"My good fellow, this person's strength is not simple. He was promoted to the fourth day with a thousand consecutive victories, and it took less than three months during the period. No wonder he has the confidence to challenge the Son of Leibu!"

"In the next three days, the Tianjiao of the Thunder Department will challenge the Holy Son of the Thunder Department for three days. Are the two of them going to compete for the title of the strongest person of this generation in the Thunder Department? This is a good show!"

All of a sudden, countless people came after hearing the news.

The news of the battle between Gu Xuan and Zhongtian Leibu Shengzi was aroused, and many people were alarmed.

On the day of the competition, countless people gathered in the arena.

All the holy sons, and Yuan Jiansheng [many saint sons from Zhongzhou are also here.

".々That is Lei Lie?!"

Everyone saw Gu Xuan standing on the stage at a glance.

Dressed in a black robe, his breath was quiet and oppressive, hovering there like a dark cloud.

However, compared with the arrogance of the three-day Leibu Shengzi, who is like a thunder prison, Gu Xuan's aura is undoubtedly much weaker.

"Ninth Stage?! This guy's Cultivation Base is one level lower than Seiko Leibu's, how dare he?"

"He's also the top talent in the Ninth Stage. Could it be that he still wants to challenge him to the next level?!"

"Submit it, give me the all-out victory over the Son of Leibu!"

"I also beat the Son of Thunder to win!"

"Sure enough, this guy challenged the three-day-old Seiko Leibu!"

On the side of Zhongzhou, many holy sons specially caught up with the news from the fifth day to watch the battle.

"Do you think he can win?"

"I don't know..."

A holy son gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "No matter, I am willing to believe in Lei Lie once, and I will pressure him to win."

"Then I will press you too!"

Several saint sons in Zhongzhou deeply felt the fear of being dominated by Gu Xuan in Yuqingtian on the fifth day (Nuo Wanghao), so even if everyone was optimistic about the son of Leibu in the middle three days, they still chose to believe in Gu Xuan , They bet heavily on Gu Xuan one after another.

The people next to them looked at them as if they were looking at fools, and sneered secretly.

"These bumpkins from Zhongzhou actually think that Lei Lie, who will play for three days, will win, and they will cry later."

"hehe……"

At the same time, Yuan Jiansheng was also looking at the two people on the stage.

His eyes fell on Gu Xuan for a long time.

Yuan Jiansheng recalled that this was the back view he had seen after the battle with the Fengbu Shengzi.

For some reason, this person always gave him a rather familiar feeling.

And as soon as he saw this person, the Sword Qi and fighting spirit in his chest had a tendency to burst forth.

"Who are you..."

Yuan Jiansheng stared at Gu Xuan closely and whispered to himself.

A figure of a person could not help appearing in his mind, but he was not sure...