God Of Slaughter

Chapter 69 is to believe me!

A large stone square, quiet and silent, the scream of the ink battle, seems to echo in the battlefield.

Shi Jian’s majestic body was slightly shaken, and his face was blue and his eyes were filled with anger and anger. He could not wait for a slap in the face of the ink battle in the center of the battlefield.

The eyes of the Northern meditation, Lingjia, Mojia, and Zuojia all fell on Shi Jian's body. Many warriors around the battlefield also took sympathetic eyes and looked at Shi Jian, who was ugly.

No matter who they are, at this point, they all see the murderous heart of the Mohist family. They also know that the Mohist family must have abnormal means.

However, the Wudou will be like this. The two sides have different means, as long as there is no serious violation of the rules of the battlefield, the losers lose again, and no one jumps out to say anything.

Even the stone family can only be angry at this time, and there is nothing to say, other people will naturally not be ignorant.

At this time, Han Feng suddenly stepped forward from behind the Shijia people, took a small note to Shi Jian, whispered: "Home, someone asked me to send a note to you."

Shi Jian took a deep breath and kept licking himself to calm down. He took a look at the paper that Han Han handed up and his face suddenly changed!

"Moji Erlang has taken the blood yuan Dan refining the refining pharmacist of the God of the Emperor Dulong Valley. The blood yuan Dan can make the Mojia kid's strength soar in a short time! The price is that one year can't use force, the following is better, the best is Don't go on, or you will still be defeated. The old man standing beside the ink battle is the blood of the refining pharmacist in Duron Valley! The raft is sent."

Shi Jian was sullen and looked at the words on the note, finally knowing what the Mohist had done.

In order to deal with the Shijia, at the expense of his grandson’s one year’s hard work, Moto killed the three generations of Shijia’s sons and killed Shi Tianluo and Shi Tianqi, and they were seriously injured in at least three or five years. This is extremely toxic!

Shi Jian took a note, looked gloomy and hesitated to look at Shiyan. For a time, he didn't know how to be good.

If there is no paper sent by the raft, Shi Jian may also send Shiyan to the end.

However, now that he has learned the truth, he knows that the ink battle must have taken the blood yuan Dan, and the strength can double in the battle, so that he will not rashly decide.

The ink war itself is in the congenital three heavens. After taking the blood yuan Dan, the strength must reach the human level. The warrior in the human position is likely to break the petrochemical martial arts in the second stage of Shiyan.

Shiyan’s exposure to the martial arts was too short. He naturally believed that Shiyan lacked practical experience.

Under this circumstance, Shiyan is likely to be defeated, and Shiyan is also wearing a double martial spirit. In time, it will surely become a stronger than the shoulders and become the real hope of the future of Shijia.

If after this war, Shi Yan’s fiasco and serious injuries would not only delay the road to his strength, but he might not be able to attack him.

The more the gains and losses are measured, the more hesitant he is, the more hesitant to save himself.

Just at this time.

Zuo Shi took a huge rucksack and walked slowly from the left side.

The poetry of the left poem caused a commotion inside and outside the fighting arena. Many people looked at the left poem in amazement. The line of sight was lingering on the beautiful legs of Zuo Shi.

Soon, Zuo Shi went to Shijia this piece, stood next to Shi Jian, put the rucksack in his hand on the stone house's table, whispered: "Grandpa, my grandfather asked me to lend the Dragon Turtles You, I hope you can win."

Then, the left poem looked at Shiyan again, and whispered: "You have to cheer."

After the words were finished, the left poem shrank and shrank. He hurriedly walked away from the Shijia side and returned to the left family.

Although the person has already arrived at the left home, but the left-handed poetry of a pair of moving alum, but across the battlefield, has been watching Shiyan.

In this piece of stone house, everyone has a layer of despair in their hearts.

The stone family who don’t know the status of Shiyan is so, even knowing that Shiyan has broken through to Han Zhong, the congenital triple heaven, is also true!

A warrior who has just broken through to the congenital three heavens, and a hard-working 20-year-old, step by step into this realm, after a lot of battles in the ink battle, barely cowardly, at a glance.

What's more, the Mohist side obviously used unclean means. As a result, the gap has been narrowed.

"Dragon Turtles!"

Shi Jian looked awkward, and he felt a little more in his heart. He hesitated a moment and handed the note sent by the raft to Shi Yan. He whispered: "Grandpa is not sure, hey, you. Decide, if you feel difficult, then... give up."

When it comes to the word "abandon", Shi Jian is exhausted, as if he is old and many years old.

Shi Yan looked indifferent. From the beginning to the end, he did not show too much horror. After picking up the paper slipped by Shi Jian, he just glanced at it. His face was still the old well without waves. He guessed the Mohist movement. What are the hands and feet.

Before Shi Jian’s words, Shi Yan jumped up and appeared directly in the center of the Wudouchang. He said: “Shijia Shiyan, the congenital three heavens, please enlighten me!”

The audience suddenly set off an uproar!

Silent and silent, the battlefield suddenly became more lively than the vegetable market. Many people looked horrified and looked at Shiyan inexplicably.

"Who is this kid? Haven't heard of Shi Jia who has this person?"

"Yeah, every time the fighting party, this guy has not appeared? When did the Shijia have such a good hand?"

"...Shi Yan, I know, isn't that the stone master who likes ancient Chinese? This guy never cultivated martial arts. I also know him because he always has trouble."

"Is it impossible? Never cultivate a martial arts, can you have a congenital three heavens?"

"Who knows? But even if it is the congenital three heavens, how can it be? Mozi only has the congenital two heavens, and he will deal with Shi Tianyi, the congenital three heavens. Well, you all saw it. Guy, maybe Shi Jian can't afford to lose people, take him out and die."

"Yeah, hey, it’s a poor guy, it’s been sacrificed."

"..."

Around the Wudouchang, there were many voices in the discussion. No one warrior was optimistic about Shiyan. After knowing his identity, he took it for granted that Shi Jian was forced to play, and the result... was already doomed.

On the other side of the North meditation, North Mind also frowned slightly, and turned to ask a person who was beside him. "What happened to Shiyan? Why didn't he have the slightest news? When did Shijia have one more?" Is it true that the boy of the congenital three heavens is out of thin air?"

"Homeowners, their subordinates do not know. Because Shiyan has no stone family martial arts since childhood, and never cultivated martial arts, we did not waste energy on him. Who knows, who knows that he suddenly..."

"It's a little weird." North Mind nodded and frowned and didn't continue to ask.

The North meditation was a slight glimpse, and there was a slight astound in the eyes. I stared at Shiyan and glanced at it. I suddenly realized: "Hey? Isn't this the kid who was drinking with Yingchun Pavilion and Han Zhong a few days ago?"

Mu Yudie and Diylan also recalled, and at the same time gently nodded, Diyalan looked far away at the rocky rock in the battlefield, and the face was a bit weird, whispered: "It is him. ""

"He is dead." North meditation shook his head and did not care: "No matter how good his luck, this time he met the ink battle, it is also dead and dying."

Mo Tuo also stunned and immediately sneered: "No matter where the rabbit scorpion comes from, there will be no chance to see him again in the future."

"Stone, something!" Shijia that piece, Shi Jian, a low drink, his face was ugly, pointed to the "Dragon Turtles" sent by the left poem, and constantly pointed to him.

"No need." Shi Yan looked back at Shi Jian and gently shook his head. He immediately smiled and said to the ink: "When Yingchun Pavilion, I said we will see you again. Now know who I am?"

"Know it." The ink war haha ​​laughed. "You are just coming up to die! Haha, Shijia really no one, even sent a study of ancient Chinese! Hahaha, I really laughed at me!"

Shi Yan is not angry, looks indifferent, standing in the battlefield waiting.

"Cough, the stone master, you can take out the gambling money." The person in charge of the round table, Yang Sheng shouted.

"Home!"

"Home!"

"Home!"

This stone family, many stone homes, and they sang together, looking at Shi Jian one by one, constantly shaking their heads.

They have all heard of the story of Shiyan. Although they don't know how Shiyan entered the congenital three heavens, they can be sure that Shiyan will definitely lose this! It may be ugly to lose!

In this battle, if you lose a lot of gambling money from Shijia, Shijia will not only be defeated, but also may not be able to recover!

"Big Brother! No!" Shi Tie also pressed his hand on Shi Tianyi, but he looked at Shi Jian and shook his head. "Big Brother! For the sake of glory, it is not worth it! Tianluo, Tianzhu has already lost You can't take Shiyan up! Let's let go!"

Behind the noise, Shi Yan listened clearly and calmed down. He looked back and looked at Shi Jian calmly. He said, "Grandpa, believe me!"

"it is good!"

Shi Jian, who was hesitating, saw Shi Yan’s face as if he was self-conscious. He did not know why, but he really chose to believe him. He suddenly screamed: “Phoenix! The right to operate this city, my stone house. Ceded out! As long as the Mo family wins, my Shi family will immediately withdraw from Phoenix!"

When the words came out, the whole audience set off an uproar, and everyone again talked about it.

Phoenix is ​​a big city in the Shangmeng. Shijia has been operating in Phoenix for decades. It has been deeply branded in Shijiazhuang.

It can be said that Phoenix is ​​the city with the deepest influence of Shijia. Now Shi Jian has taken the management rights of Phoenix City and gambled. Is he crazy?

"Big brother!"

"Home!!"

Everyone in the Shijia family stood up from the seat and looked at Shi Jian with an unbelievable look. They all pleaded with Shi Jian to take back this sentence.

"Don't persuade! My mind has been decided!" Shi Jian's temper is coming up again, his face is cold, and he said coldly: "If you don't succeed, you will become a sin! I will bet on this!"

The people of the North Nether and the Ling family are also amazed and obviously do not understand.

Left stunned for a moment, gently sighed, whispered: "Shi Da Ge really has no retreat this time."

"Good!" Moto hurried and stood up and shouted: "No remorse!"

“Get it!” Shi Jian took the words out of the close-fitting clothes and handed them to the person in charge who was charged. He immediately said: “Moto, your gambling money is not enough!”

"I will add three more mines!" Moto sullenly sullenly, sneer: "The win-win ratio, how much does not matter, anyway, it is my Mohist!"

Soon, the person in charge took the Mohist gambling money to the round table, and then violently screamed: "Before the fight!"