Yi Cheng is not cruel, but he is not kind either. At least he is not the kind of person who knows that others have a murderous intention to kill him but is still tolerant. Please use it to visit this site.

Not only did this Jingjiao want to win, but he also wanted to kill himself. How could Yi Cheng not see that?

Although he didn't know the reason, Yi Cheng's murderous intent was aroused by him.

"die!"

This time, Yi Cheng did not intend to delay. Although he did not use all his strength, the Five Elements Spirit Sword rushed to Jingjiao with lightning speed.

The look of horror immediately appeared in his eyes, as if he had murderous intentions.

Such a fast speed means that Yi Cheng's spiritual sense and spiritual power are far superior to him, and he has not shown all his strength before.

"Puchi, puchi, puchi"

The Five Elements Spirit Sword quickly slashed across Jingjiao's body. Although he was also a fourth-grade treasure, Yicheng's strength was enough to shock him.[

"ah"

This exclamation was not made by the horn, but by the monks who watched the game on and off the court.

This incident happened too quickly, and neither the Iron City Lord in the city nor the Mahayana cultivators responded.

"This little guy has such a sharp method and precise control!" Liao Fan was also a sword-giving person. When he saw Yi Cheng taking action, he sincerely exclaimed.

"Yes, it's really rare. Old Man Zhao, congratulations. In tens of thousands of years, you Bailing Sect will probably have another Mahayana cultivator!" Feng Bao smiled and congratulated Elder Zhao.

When Elder Zhao of Bailing Sect heard this, his brows frowned slightly. It was hard to break through the Mahayana stage. Those who experienced it themselves naturally knew that although Yi Cheng's strength and qualifications should be good, it was difficult to break through the Mahayana stage, but it increased the chances compared to other monks. When Feng Bao said this at this time, who knew whether Yi Cheng would be remembered by these people? I am afraid that if Yi Cheng could not be pulled into his own sect, he would find a way to get rid of it. No one would want to see other sects have a powerful Mahayana stage monk.

"Hehe, he is still 108,000 miles away from Mahayana!" Elder Zhao could only answer with a smile at this time, but he cursed Feng Bao again.

"Okay, the game is over. I believe everyone knows what it is to invite you here this time. I don't care what you think, but one thing is that within the scope of my Baizhan City, I have to follow my rules."

The Lord of Iron City looked at the ten Mahayana cultivators, but said without any fear. The fighting spirit on his body made everyone present frightened and said intimidated: This is really like rumors. It is just a warlike lion. I don’t know who can get that thing this time!

"I won, I won, I won!!! Hahaha, I don't have to fly back this time, and I can also exchange it for a complete set of fourth-grade treasures, haha, Yicheng, good example!"

"Damn Yi Cheng, I lost tens of millions. Don't hit me!"

A late-stage fusion monk who lost the spirit stone was in a hatred.

"You dare to take action if you bump into it? Come on, think about who to defeat you in the next game!" His companion lost money, but he could see clearly that at least Yi Cheng was not something they could deal with.

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"Yi Cheng won, and the competition for the monks in the fusion stage ended. Starting tomorrow, one daily tribulation period competition will be held. Yi Cheng will participate in the subsequent competition with the remaining twenty-three tribulation period contestants!"

As the referee finished speaking, the highly anticipated battle ended with Yi Cheng's victory. As for the deadly Yangjiao, no one cared about it anymore. Even if someone remembered it, he would scold him for losing the spirit stone!

"Good news, good news!"

Ma Feng returned to the cave and shouted excitedly to the people present.

"What's so happy?" Luo Xia and his men were studying the mirror images of the cultivators fighting before. When they saw Ma Feng coming back, they immediately asked.

"Junior Brother Yi's game is tomorrow. His opponent is a disciple of the Desire Palace in the early stage of the Tribulation. He is probably the lowest among all the Tribulation players, so many people also bet on Junior Brother Yi to win!"

Hearing this, the few people stopped what they were doing and surrounded him.

"Brother Liuma, what are the odds?" Jiaojiao asked hurriedly.

"It's basically open 28 now!"

"The odds are quite good at 28, how much is the total amount now?"

"There is only more than 800 billion for the time being!"

"That's the point? Well, now you each take the spirit stone to the betting station in the city to place bets, pick places with a lot of people, don't put too much at a time, just push them a little bit!"

After hearing Qian Duoduo's words, everyone nodded.

"Junior Brother Yi, don't go. Now you are a celebrity. At this time, the battle image of the maid cultivator in the desire palace, please take a look. Although women are the weakest among those people, they can also complete a hundred consecutive victories among monks in the Tribulation Period. Their strength will not be worse than me or six horses. You must not be careless, otherwise we will really lose all this time!"

After hearing Qian Duoduo's instructions, Yi Cheng nodded. Being able to win a hundred consecutive victories in the Tribulation Period is definitely one in a thousand.

According to normal thinking, Yi Cheng definitely has no chance of winning in tomorrow's game, but it seems that it was because of Yi Cheng's previous eye-catching performance. Some monks still hope that Yi Cheng can create miracles. There are many people who bet on him, but the amount is limited, and no one will bet on this game.

But as time goes by, Yi Cheng's bets are gradually increasing.

Some monks who originally thought that even if they won the bet this time, they would not make any profit. Seeing that Yi Cheng's bet gradually increased, they also began to bet against the monks of the desire palace.

One trillion, two trillion, three trillion

As the bets increase, more people find profitable, and those who are willing to take risks start to take action and place bets on Yicheng.

"Junior Brother Yi, haha, the total bets now have exceeded 7 trillion, and the proportion is almost one to three.

Yi Cheng smiled, picked up a piece of spiritual crystal in his hand, and said to the people: "Haha, now someone is more anxious than us. Look, this is something that someone just sent it!"

"What?"

Qian Jiaojiao asked in confusion.

"Ah, that female cultivator's information is so detailed!"

The other people were also a little surprised and looked at the spirit crystals.

"Will it be smoke? We can't confirm this information. What if it is misleading Yi Cheng?" Chu Meng said with a cautious attitude.

"Haha, this probability is not high. No matter how you look at it, you will think that my chances of winning are much smaller. There is no need to mislead me. Besides, this is just a reference, and I will not be stupid enough to believe it completely!"

After Yi Cheng finished speaking, everyone nodded.
Chapter completed!