my witch servant

"Get out!" Su Lang said, and threw the big man's entire body to the side. He stopped after a full seven or eight meters. "How dare you be here when you are vulnerable to a single blow!" Su Lang snorted coldly.

"I'm very interested in you. I haven't met such a strong person for a long time, and I finally met one today." A man with average build, regular features, white shirt and black trousers walked out of the crowd and said.

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"Feel free to come here." Su Lang looked down upon this man at all. No matter how powerful a human being was, his own fighting strength would not be better than his own. Moreover, he was considered a middle-level master in the demon world whose weapons had been strengthened to the thirty-first level. His divine weapon, Qing Yan,

Although it is not as good as the Twelve Forbidden Artifacts, it is still a superior weapon.

The devil's weapons are innate, and sometimes they also depend on luck. Weapon strengthening starts from the first level, the first to the fifteenth level is elementary, the sixteenth to the thirty-sixth level is the intermediate level, the thirty-seventh level to the fifty-seventh level is the advanced level, and the fifty-seventh level

Super level above.

Zhang Zhenyu has memorized these things about weapon strengthening since the mountain.

"Haha, a competition here can't fully demonstrate our true skills. When we get out of the ceremony, we will have a big fight. Today I can finally find someone who can compete with me." The man laughed.

"Okay!" Sulang simply agreed.

Except for Zhang Zhenyu, Su Lang, and Mo He, everyone present knew who this man was. His name was Huang Qijun. He was the winner of every week of the dance this year. According to many people, this Huang Qijun only needed one second to win.

It can make people cry for father and mother and surrender immediately.

About half an hour later, a man dressed as a waiter shouted from the stairs leading to the performance stage: "Invite the forty contestants participating in the martial arts competition to come to the performance stage."

Then a total of forty people, including Zhang Zhenyu and a few others, crowded onto the performance stage. Fortunately, this evil performance stage was big enough. If calculated based on the number of people, this performance stage could hold more than 100 people.

More than sixty people stood on the stage, and there were dozens of young men and beautiful women under the stage. Among them, Wen Xiaozhi was eating mango pudding and looking at a few people he knew.

A host in the audience picked up a microphone and said: "The first round is a big brawl. It will stop when there are only ten people left. Three, two, one, start!"

Then a team of exactly ten people surrounded Mo He. It seemed that they wanted to use cheats and beat up one person. Poor our Mo He, I don’t even know if we can get a tie in a duel, but now there are so many people.

Someone beat him up.

Zhang Zhenyu walked up, pulled Mo He away, looked at the ten-person team, and said, "Mo He, I'll take care of these ten people while you play."

Mo He looked at Zhang Yu with tears in his eyes, "Brother Yu."

"Let's go." Zhang Zhenyu didn't say anything, he just pushed Mo He about a meter away and let him watch the battle. In fact, he also allowed Mo He to be his follower with peace of mind.

"Boy, you want to pretend to be awesome, I don't blame you, but it's a pity that you are pretending at the wrong time." One of the men with tattoos on his right hand shouted, and then rushed towards Zhang Zhenyu.

Zhang Zhenyu clenched his fists. There were vague changes in the hands of the Demon Dragon Emperor. However, Zhang Zhenyu suppressed the changes in the hands of the Demon Dragon Emperor because he knew that he could not expose his special hands in front of others, otherwise he would be abnormal.

Captured by the Human Research Center.

A stream of air surrounded Zhang Zhenyu's clenched fist on his right hand, and with a "boom", he hit the tattooed man in the stomach hard. The tattooed man was knocked directly into the wall, and the wall was broken into pieces.

But Zhang Zhenyu had just reserved seven points of his strength, otherwise this man would definitely die.

"Ah, there is a pervert like Huang Qijun here, let's all come together!" Then the remaining nine people swarmed towards Zhang Zhenyu. The leader among them took out a knife from nowhere and pointed towards Zhang Zhenyu.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

A strong gust of wind passed by, and all nine people were kicked by Zhang Zhenyu. Several people were kicked off the stage with "ah" sounds, and they clutched their stomachs and screamed "ouch".

Just when Zhang Zhenyu got those people down, the host shouted, "Stop, there are ten people left."

When Zhang Zhenyu came to his senses, he saw that Mo He was surprisingly lucky and was still on the stage. Speedy Wolf was also there. Needless to say, Zhang Zhenyu's strength was equal to that of a scumbag, and he swept through ten people in just a few seconds.

Not to mention Su Lang, that Huang Qijun also stayed on the stage, and like Zhang Zhenyu and Su Lang, not even a hair was injured.

It seems that this Huang Qijun is also capable.

"The following is a small gambling and entertainment session. Please take out your money and smash it as hard as you can. Everyone, please look up!" The host pointed at the ceiling and looked at it.

Several people looked up at the same time. What was projected on a projector, the photos of the remaining ten people on the field were projected on it. No. 1 Huang Qijun, No. 2 Dong Sulang, No. 3 Mo He... Just like that, Zhang Zhenyu was actually ranked in the queue.

eighth.

"Ahem, then it's time to place bets. Huang Qijun, as a legend who has been undefeated for a year, has odds of 1:1, and other number contestants have odds of 1:2." The host began to talk about the odds.

Rate.

"I'll spend 10,000 yuan on Huang Qijun." "I'll spend 100,000 yuan on Huang Qijun." "50,000, Huang Qijun." "Registrar, hurry up and register for me. I want to bet 20,000 yuan on Huang Qijun."

As soon as the host finished talking about the bets, people started placing bets one after another, but all they heard were bets on Huang Qijun.

"Well, that Sulang is a bit powerful. Let me bet three thousand." Um, Sulang costs one thousand yuan." "One thousand Sulang." "Registrar, by the way, help me bet that Sulang ten thousand.

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It seems that after the brawl just now, everyone is quite optimistic about Speed ​​Wolf.

After a while, everyone had some. Even Mo He was so lucky that he actually had more than 2,000 yuan in total. Sulang cheated him for more than 100,000 yuan, but Huang Qijun had even more.

, more than 400,000.

Zhang Zhenyu also occupied a place because one of them beat ten, and he had a total of 50,000 yuan.

"What a fool, you are a bunch of blind men. Do you still need to doubt my intelligence and strength? Just throw away a hundred and eighty thousand and you will be killed by then." Zhang Zhenyu complained in his heart.

Just when people thought no one was betting, a bass voice shocked everyone in the audience, "I bet Zhang Zhenyu, one million!"

"What, Xiaoxiaoxiao...sister, are you right?" The registrar looked at Wen Xiaozhi and stammered because he was overly excited.

"That's right, one million yuan is not a penny." Wen Xiaozhi looked at the registrar and smiled.

"Oh, let me register..." After confirming that there was nothing wrong with her ears, the registrar still registered and placed the order with some hesitation, "Isn't this beauty planning to lose and use the meat to pay off the debt? How many years will it take for our boss to play with her?"

The registrar muttered in his mind.

"Well... someone just bet a million, and now he comes back and starts assigning heads-up competitions." The host wiped his sweat and continued.

"Wait a minute, I'll bet a million too!"

[Throwing two swords in front of your brother, the King of Soldiers is domineering, absolutely awesome, you won’t regret it if you don’t read it! 】