But Mu Xinya didn't want to use it. The Sky Wolf King left her strength, which would make her weak for a long time.

In the end, he also lost by Gao Yangyu's sniper and stopped forty-eight consecutive victories.

Why!

In the huge audience, with Mu Xinya's defeat, thousands of people sighed, "No one broke through fifty consecutive victories, let alone sixty games. This time I lost all my money."

The last big trouble in his heart was also eliminated, and Gao Yangyu's mood became particularly good. He smiled and said, "Calculate how many intermediate spirit stones he obtained in this battle."

A moment later, an old man took a stack of information and said, "The four people have a total of 20 million intermediate spirit stones, and they all stopped in a fifty consecutive games, which means that the bettors can't get a penny."

If the betting player wins fifty consecutive games, the betting player will get 50% of the odds, and every ten consecutive games that will double the odds.

Sixty games are twice the odds, seventy games are twice the odds, eighty games are four times the odds, and one hundred games are sixteen times the odds.

The odds look extremely attractive, but unfortunately if you stop winning 50 games in a row, you can't get a penny, and you will lose all your money.

Moreover, under Gao Yangyu's clever publicity, this time, the fight was also the first candidate for the Ancient Tower, which led to the betting amount soaring again and again.

After this gladiator ended, I don’t know how many warriors were going to be penniless and start over.

Gao Yangyu paused, remembered something and said, "What is the bet amount of Xiao Chen?"

Several people lowered their heads and searched through the information on the table, and then said, "Hey, why did it get two million at once?"

Gao Yangyu's face changed slightly and he said, "Didn't we refrigerate this kid? Why would there be a bet of two million?"

Several people checked carefully and said, "I found it. I only had one million bets yesterday and the day before yesterday. It should be in the normal range. After all, he is also a winning streak. But today it suddenly has one million more, which is very wrong."

Gao Yangyu sneered: "It seems that some people want to come for a big gamble, but unfortunately the person they chose is wrong."

"It's okay to use Mr. Bai to deal with that kid, now he's the only one winning streak."

Gao Yangyu said lightly: "Old Bai is 150 years old. With all his strength, even I feel it is difficult. Even if Old Bai can't pass, Tuoba Liuyun and Mo Yan have played in the same number of times. Do you think this kid will have a chance?"

In the stands, when everyone's eyes were focused on Mu Xinya, two acupoints exploded on Xiao Chen's left arm at the same time.

Two rays of green dragon energy slowly wandered on the arms, and then slowly penetrated into the skin.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes slightly, and a faint joy appeared on his face, saying, "It's still a little short of it. The fourth level of Cangming Body Refining Art is about to be completed."

"It seems that after today's war, it will definitely be a success. I just don't know if Gao Yangyu will give me this opportunity."

It was his turn to appear on the stage soon. Xiao Chen thought for a while and stopped practicing. He got up and walked to the front of the stands to watch the fight in the venue.

The battle was with Mu Xinya, who used two double-double swords, and the strength of the challenge on the arena was getting stronger day by day.

Today, the challenger's strength is actually almost the same as the leaders present. After all, they are all middle-aged warriors.

Although the top talents in various places are outstanding, they have not yet fully grown up. With the strength of the players, they are almost the same.

Every battle is extremely difficult. If you want to win, you must do your best.

Even as strong as Mu Xinya, she won extremely hard and had several draws.

After the eighteen gladiators ended, Mu Xinya walked down from the field with some fatigue and took over more than 4,000 intermediate spirit stones from the old man with gray robe.

Her winning streak ended, and her winning streak in the past could not accumulate. Today, she only won fifteen games and could only get so many.

Nodding slightly to Xiao Chen, Mu Xinya returned to Jiang Zimo's side. Pei Shaoxuan, who had recovered from his injury, smiled bitterly: "It's really hard to win these sixty consecutive games, and now there is no last hope."

Jiang Zimo smiled faintly and said, "There is Xiao Chen's winning streak that has not been ended, maybe he will have hope."

Pei Shaoxuan sneered: "What is his ability? Even Dingfengchou can't win in a row."

Others also expressed that they were not optimistic about Xiao Chen, and Yun Ping's words were even more ridiculous as before.

"Just like him, he was beaten to death every day, and he still won a winning streak today. It's a joke. Jiang Zimo, your vision is a little too bad."

Xiao Chen turned his head and glanced at the people who were talking badly one by one, and finally his eyes fell on Yun Ping.

Although he has been immersed in cultivation, he always has the spiritual sense to observe the surrounding environment, ensuring that he can fight back quickly when someone disturbs him practice.

These people are all people who are ahead of him. They have been mocking each other for several days, like flies, and even the best-tempered person will feel a little impatient.

Yunping lost 17 consecutive games today and suffered a considerable sword injury, so he may not be able to recover tomorrow.

He was in a very bad mood. He sensed Xiao Chen's gaze and said angrily: "What do you want to see? What do you want to do? Can you say a few words of yourselves? What's the point!"

bother!

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, stepped on the ground, his figure flashed, and he came directly to Yunping.

Bang!

Before Yun Ping could react, Xiao Chen slapped him in the face with a crisp voice, which made everyone stunned.

"You dare to hit me, you..."

The slap on his face made him swollen, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. The most important thing was to face everyone.

This slap made him lose all his face and completely wiped out. It was said that he would not slap in the face, but Xiao Chen seemed to have no such concerns at all.

Click!

Holding his right hand on the hilt of the sword, Yun Ping showed his murderous intention and was about to strike out his sword and chop towards Xiao Chen.

Bang!

Xiao Chen didn't give him a chance to draw the sword at all. He slapped him on the left face with a backhand, directly slapped Yun Ping in the whole person.

In the stands, there was extremely quiet. Many people opened their mouths in shock and looked at Xiao Chen in a bit of incredible sense.

It seemed as if it was the first time I met this guy, Xiao Chen was extremely cold and murderous intent. Although he did not let him go, he made everyone feel a chill.

Compared with the calm and calm Xiao Chen on weekdays, they are completely different.

ah!

A scream rang out, and Xiao Chen kicked Yun Ping directly in the chest. The place happened to be the sword wound he suffered today.

He injured his internal organs and had just healed a little, but was kicked by Xiao Chen.

The injury and severe pain are all small things. As the injury worsens, he will be over the next two days of competition.

In other words, Yunping has completely lost his qualification for this first round candidate.

This guy's kick must have been intentional. Several people in the field thought with sympathy, and it was really a very ruthless move.

If you don’t take action, you will be fine. Even if you ask you to go, you will be beaten so bad that you don’t even have the qualification to be a candidate.

Several people who had laughed at Xiao Chen from time to time quickly said, hid in the corner, and avoided Xiao Chen's sight.

Xiaorou looked at Yun Ping, who was lying on the ground with a desperate and painful expression on her face, and snorted coldly: "I deserve it, let's see if this guy dares to be humble."

Seeing this situation, Dingfengchou was not surprised. He never thought that Xiao Chen was a person who played according to common sense and had any concerns.

Otherwise, after knowing Jin Wuji's identity that day, he would still take action without mercy.

Being introverted does not mean having no edge or having a temper does not mean having a good temper. This is Xiao Chen.

The aura in the heart of the swordsman cannot be reduced, and his pride cannot be broken. If you want to condense the aura into the will of the sword, how can you allow others to insult one after another?

Dingfengchou withdrew his gaze and no longer thought about it. He just raised Xiao Chen's position a little higher in his heart.

Like Jiang Zimo, he is one of his biggest competitors among the twenty places he competes for this time.

Pei Shaoxuan saw this scene, but his back was slightly cool and he felt a chill inexplicably.

Thinking that his injury had just healed, he summoned a spirit beast, and felt that it was not safe, and then he summoned another spirit beast, and then walked to the corner to start healing carefully.

After doing all this, Xiao Chen ignored Yun Ping lying on the ground, humming Yun Ping, and his eyes were set on the arena again.

This person is abandoned and cannot enter the ancient tower, and will never cause him danger.

As long as he continues to be strong, the sect behind Yunping will never offend him for a second-class genius.

Even if he really attacked him, he still had two tokens available. Xiao Chen had no scruples at all when he attacked Yunping.

When Xiao Chen made such a fuss, the atmosphere at the scene became strange. The originally lively discussion stopped completely, as if he was a little afraid of Xiao Chen.

After a while, the old man in gray robe heard the voice of him, saying, "No. 125, I'm ready to appear."

Xiao Chen jumped gently and fell to the arena. After he left, many people on the field felt relieved for some reason.

It was like a stone pressing on the bottom of my heart, slack.

"The Great Qin State, Xiao Chen, please give me advice."

As the sky gradually became late, the setting sun cast a fiery red brilliance on the arena, and Xiao Chen's body was covered with a faint red brilliance.

With a calm expression, a calm expression, neither happy nor angry, Xiao Chen appeared in everyone's sight again.

"Xiao Chen! This guy is here again. Can you still win in a row?"

Xiao Chen paid a difficult price for every victory, just like a small fallen leaf in the storm.

In the midst of the storm, I was beaten up and down, but every time I persevered to the end, I won my own victory.

Will he continue to win?

I'm afraid no one said it would be OK, but if you want to give the opposite answer, no one would say that Xiao Chen would definitely lose.

At this moment, Xiao Chen and everyone in the audience were already a little puzzled and filled with endless mysteries.
Chapter completed!