Martial Arts Murdering Nine Heavens

With a roar, a towering bald man appeared at the door.

This person is tall, two feet taller than ordinary people, the muscles on his shoulders are directly connected to his neck, and his body is full of explosive power.

"Iron Bear Zhuo Wencheng" suddenly exclaimed.

"How come the second best player in the samurai list today in our freshmen?"

"He seemed to be calling Ye Yang just now. I don't know how Ye Yang offended Zhuo Wencheng. It seems that Ye Yang is going to be unlucky."

Ye Yang watched Zhuo Wencheng come in, and he had a general understanding, presumably to help cross-eyes to find the scene.

Ye Yang stepped out slowly and came to Zhuo Wencheng. The two figures were very different from each other, as if one person was facing a humanoid Warcraft.

However, the momentum emanating from Ye Yang was not weaker than the other party. Ye Yang said lightly, "I am Ye Yang. What's wrong with me?"

"You are Ye Yang? Did you hurt my brother?" Zhuo Wencheng stared at Ye Yang and shouted.

"Yes, your brother ..."

"Enough, for whatever reason, as long as you hurt my brother, I will never let you go. I will challenge you now," Zhuo Wencheng said coldly.

"To me?" Ye Yang said for a moment. It was always someone who challenged the people on the list, or was the first person to hear that some people on the list challenged ordinary people.

Because the person who challenges the list, if he wins, he can take up his spiritual residence and half his points on his card.

The challenge qualification requires more than 10,000 points as collateral. If you lose, you will give away 10,000 points.

However, the people on the list do not need to challenge the list, as long as the other party agrees.

Seeing Ye Yang faint, thinking Ye Yang was scared, Zhuo Wencheng said coldly, "You can't agree, but from then on, your students in Badhuang City will be rejected by us in Haiyu City. Don't try to do any tasks in the future"

Ye Yang suddenly looked cold. "Are you threatening me?"

"Yes, I'm threatening you. If you can't shrink, your companions will be implicated by you. I don't think you will reject it. Let me try to evaluate how great the first place is." Zhuo Wencheng slightly Disdain.

Ye Yang nodded. "Okay, you succeeded in igniting my anger. I do n’t care if you take the initiative or are used."

"Boy, beware of a big flash of tongue, a new warrior, dare to be so arrogant, be careful not to know how to die if you die"

"Well, stop talking nonsense, time and place?" Ye Yang said.

"At noon tomorrow, No. 3 will be in the ring," said Zhuo Wencheng.

"No problem" Ye Yang shrugged.

"Well, I hope that the effort you have tomorrow will be as hard as your mouth, don't let me down" Zhuo Wencheng sneered.

"There is so much nonsense, just like your waste brother." Ye Yang waved in disgust, like driving a fly. "Get out, we will make you **** tomorrow."

"Asshole, you wait for me," Zhuo Wen left without looking back.

When Zhuo Wencheng left, a group of people whispered.

"Zhuo Wencheng actually challenged Ye Yang? I heard that right, this is too bullying."

"I heard that Zhuo Wencheng occupied the second place on the samurai list for half a year, and no one has shaken him."

"Yeah, Zhuo Wencheng's warrior peak cultivation, and also entered the college last year, a year earlier than us, Ye Yang is definitely not an opponent."

"Yeah, Ye Yang is just a samurai practice in the early days. It looks like there will be no suspense for tomorrow's challenges."

Meng Fei was worried and said, "Boss, why did you agree to him, he is the peak of the samurai, you have just entered the samurai, and you have n’t been trained to higher level, how can you fight him?"

Ye Yang then noticed that he did not expect Meng Fei, a wretched fellow, to be a samurai warrior.

"Anyway, by the way, I heard that our platform seems to be able to bet on points," Ye Yang asked.

"Yes, why do you want to bet on the boss?" Meng Fei was a little surprised.

"Yeah, I just don't know if the market is open. What's the odds?"

"This will not come out until Zhuo Wencheng goes to the platform to register. They will give the odds based on the strength difference between the two sides, but I believe that your boss's odds must be very low," Meng Fei shook his head.

"Meng Fei, do you want to get rich?" Ye Yang asked.

"Boss, you mean ... Could you be sure to win?" Meng Fei was not stupid, and her eyes brightened.

"Don't dare to say one hundred percent, at least 80% can be sure. How do you want to bet?" Ye Yang looked at Meng Feidao.

"Since the boss has said it, the younger brother can only give up his life with the gentleman, and the three thousand points will be lost," Meng Fei gritted.

"Haha, rest assured, follow me and make sure you don't lose money. After a while, you will see the odds offered by the market and come here to find me right away." Ye Yang told Meng Fei about his house.

Meng Fei turned and ran to the platform to make an inquiry. Ye Yang didn't stop. He went directly to his apartment, got some food, and was eating with the little guy.

Suddenly Bai Ze visited and Ye Yang rushed him in and invited Bai Ze to eat.

But when Bai Ze saw the scorching flesh, he drew on his face and said he had eaten it.

Ye Yang was not reluctant to make tea for Bai Ze, listening to the whole story of Bai Ze.

It turned out that Zhang Lin was outstanding from Haiyucheng and was a disciple focused on by Zhuo's family. He just passed the assessment last year and became a deacon. Today, suddenly Zhuo Wencheng's brother came out to help.

Zhuo Wencheng's brother, who wanted to scare the freshman by his own brother's name, should be able to get a place to live. He didn't expect to kick Ye Yang.

Zhang Linjie originally helped replace the patrollers in that area and did not let others know their affairs. However, Ye Yang was so difficult to deal with it that he had to take the shot.

Now Zhang Linjie has been removed from the college and expelled from the college, which has relieved Ye Yang's depression.

It turned out that the college was not as dirty as it thought.

"I want to know, who provided me with that cross-eye?" Ye Yang asked, and that was the point.

"I checked this out. It's a man named Zhao Zilong, who is also from the Eight Deserted City." Speaking here, Bai Ze took a special look at Ye Yang.

Ye Yang groaned a little, "Zhao Zilong should be the last college, I heard that he was the only disciple of the Eight Deserted City who stayed in the last session. What kind of power does he belong to now?"

"Indeed, you were the only one in the Eight Deserted City last time, and now you are attached to the south of the city." Bai Zepin sipped a tea ceremony.

"Sure enough, thank you Brother Bai today." Ye Yang thanked Bai Ze and chatted with Bai Ze a few more times, and Bai Ze left.

Until the early evening when Meng Fei came, he brought news that this time Zhuo Wencheng's challenge with Ye Yang, the handicap had been opened, and the odds were one to six.

That is to put 10,000 points on him. If Ye Yang wins, 10,000 points will become 60,000.

Ye Yang smiled at the news and said to Meng Feidao "Do you know who opened the bank? Is it reliable?"

"Rest assured, here are people from the south of the city. Although their personality is not good, but this is related to the issue of reputation, they dare not rely on their accounts," Meng Fei explained.

"Okay, I have some points here, you can help me bet, buy them all, remember to find some reliable people to split up and don't let the other party notice" Ye Yang handed Meng Fei a points card.

Meng Fei took the score card. When he looked at the numbers above, he was startled and almost threw the score card.

"Eleven ... 110 thousand points, my God." Meng Fei never thought that Ye Yang actually had so many points. I am afraid that the top ten people on the samurai list don't have so many points.

"Boss, do we really bet?" Meng Fei hesitated.

"Of course, people will give us points, how can you not, you should do it quickly" Ye Yang laughed.

"Okay, boss, I must take care of this matter for you," Meng Fei said excitedly.

Meng Fei was so touched that he was able to hand over 110,000 points to himself. Ye Yang obviously had absolute trust in himself.

After sending Meng Fei away, Ye Yang settled the little fox, and he started to practice.

Early the next morning, Meng Fei came to tell Ye Yang that the betting had been completed. He found a dozen of trusted family disciples, and it was absolutely fine.

Originally, it was still early, but Meng Fei pulled Ye Yang to the site of Biwu on the ground that he was familiar with the site.

What surprised Ye Yang was that a contest was already underway here, and two figures were fighting fiercely on a ring platform.

Immediately, Ye Yang discovered that this is an open-air site covering an area of ​​100 acres, with a total of four platforms.

"Seeing that, that man with thick eyebrows is the 13th place in the samurai list, and his challenger is a master from Qingfeng City," Meng Fei introduced.

"You often come?" Ye Yang wondered.

"Hey, it's not like that. We are also ranked forty-nine, how can we not come?" Meng Fei said slightly proudly.

"Boss, who said they can win?" Meng Fei asked, pointing at the two figures on the stage.

"That man with a thick eyebrow," Ye Yang affirmed.

"No, that man with thick eyebrows is clearly out of breath, and his steps have started to be a little messy, but his opponent is as imposing as possible," Meng Fei said puzzledly.

"This man with thick eyebrows is just the opposite of you. Your insignificance is on your face, his insignificance is in your heart, and he is a negative opponent," Ye Yang laughed.

"Boss, you are spreading salt on my little brother's wound. I have done this, so don't stimulate me, tell me why he won." Meng Fei was depressed.

"Look at him asthma, his footsteps are floating, that's all an illusion. He is asthmatic but his breath is not chaotic, but his steps are fictitious. He is waiting for an opportunity," Ye Yang explained.

As if to verify Ye Yang's judgment, when the challenger made an attack, because of a flaw in his intentions, he was immediately seized by the thick eyebrow man, and a three-stroke hit the ring.

Meng Fei suddenly opened her mouth and spit in spit, swearing "Sinister, really insidious, pretending to be too similar, but fortunately, the boss is more sinister than him, seeing through at a glance"

Ye Yanggang wanted to teach this guy who didn't say a word, a voice spread through the audience. "Next, Yantai No. 2, Ye Yuhan will not be right."