On the God of War Platform, there was no peace. Nie Fan and Ling Wuya confronted each other without any movement. Both of them were very quiet and had never fought.

But the people in front of the ice mirror all looked solemn, because Ling Wuya invisibly put a lot of pressure on them, making them breathing uneasy, and they could hear the violent beating of their hearts.

Ling Zhong Shen and Zhong Weili looked the most calm. They all knew Ling Wuya's true strength and had seen Nie Fan's combat power. In their opinion, there was no accident in this battle.

Wei Changyong, Ye Han, and You He all looked solemn. Even You He frowned slightly. Looking at Ling Wuya in the ice mirror, he actually felt a little bit of crisis!

"Fellow Daoist Nie won't last long. Will the real body appear?" Ling Wuya looked at Nie Fan and said with a smile. The spring breeze was harmonious, so that there would be no malicious speculation in life.

Nie Fan did not change color in this sentence. Everyone below was shocked, his face changed, and his eyes widened at Nie Fan in the ice mirror.

"Nie Fan... This is just a **?" Everyone was shocked for a long time, and a guest murmured with a fierce beating in his heart.

They couldn't help but be shocked. Nie Fan actually killed She You with a **. If She You knew about this, she might be able to survive in anger, right?

"That's right, it's like Kunlun's magic..." Some guests looked dazed. They never expected that Nie Fan would actually fight She You with a ** and kill him. What's even more terrifying is that they are so

No one noticed many people!

At this time, even Ling Zhongshen, who had always been calm, had his face slightly changed. Things were beyond expectations. Nie Fan was so strong that he had not used any magic weapon yet. What about his true body? Even though he was to his son

Very confident, but inevitably there is a slight bad premonition.

Zhong Weili also frowned slightly, secretly looked at Ling Zhongshen, communicated with him for a while, and looked at the God of War Station with a constant expression.

Nie Fan on the God of War Stage was not surprised. His ** was almost exhausted because of the war. He began to disperse and couldn't hold on for long. He looked at Ling Wuya calmly and calmly: "I still feel that there is no need to fight."

, it has no benefit to me."

Ring Wuya frowned, and suddenly smiled with some enlightenment on his face and said, "It's really not fair. In this way, if I lose, I will lose to you a magic weapon."

Nie Fan shook his head and said, "I don't care about magic weapons. If you lose, the Moshan small world is closed for half a year. No one will be born. If you agree, you will fight."

Nie Fan's figure was simply decisive. Dayouling Wuya said the word "no" and then turned around and left, as if he had disappeared with Yang Xuening.

Reigning Wuya's eyes narrowed slightly, the spring breeze on his face slowly calmed down, and he looked at Nie Fan seriously.

Nie Fan's expression was faint, and he looked at him without any hesitation.

The God of War Platform quietly quieted, and a chill filled the air. Everyone in front of the ice mirror felt cold. Unexpectedly, Nie Fan actually proposed such a condition and could not help but turn to the current owner of the Moshan Small World.

Make the God in the Sect.

You should know that the great change that has not been seen in the ancient martial arts world has begun. Many forces have tried every means to escape the world and want to escape this disaster. But Moshan is different. They have been planning very early to plan in this chaos.

Gaining a place and building the thousand-year-old foundation of Moshan and closing the mountain for a hundred years is undoubtedly to make them miss this opportunity, which is tantamount to killing all their preparations and hopes.

Ling Zhongshen did not expect Nie Fan to suddenly put forward such conditions. According to his habit, he should have refused in one breath, but if he refused, then the Ice God Art would undoubtedly be gone. This is what they have planned for a long time.

If you have no choice but to lose it, and even if Ling Wuya refuses, it will undoubtedly give people the illusion that Ling Wuya is strong and dare not fight against Nie Fan, which is a blow to Moshan's reputation.

The god of the Zhongshen refused without breathing or nodding in agreement. He felt a little scared in his heart. If Nie Fan really defeated his son, would their thousand-year-old cause that had been prepared for so long in Moshan be ruined by a bet?

He frowned, his eyes crossed the ice mirror, and looked at the God of War Platform, as if he could see Ling Wuya above.

"Fellow Daoist Nie should know that a battle between you and me is inevitable. Making these meaningless requests will only make people doubt your true strength." Ling Wuya looked at Nie Fan's soft voice. Although he did not see a harmonious expression, he still gave people a sense of '

Gentle'feeling.

"The one who makes people doubt it now is you." Nie Fan said, his figure shaking, as if he was about to collapse soon.

A cold look flashed in Ling Wuya's eyes. He looked at Nie Fan, pondered for a long time, and said, "Okay, I agree."

His words "I promised" came out, and the eyes of the people in front of the ice mirror turned to Ling Zhongshen again. Everyone knew that the one who was qualified to agree was Ling Zhongshen.

The eyes of Zhongshen changed slightly, and he was anxious to make up his mind. Finally, he snorted coldly, his voice was like thunder, and he said to the God of War Platform, "I, Moshan, promised you."

Nie Fan smiled slightly, jumped up, looked at the people under the Fengshen Tower, his eyes fell on You He, and said, "Senior You, please let Senior Ling sign and seal it. By the way, I would like to ask all the seniors from Xueshan to say

Friends, and all the fellow Taoists present will give a testimony and sign a name."

Signature and seal...

The guests twitched their lips, their faces strange. A bet actually rose to this level. Not only did they ask a small world master to sign the bet, but they also asked everyone to review and testify. Nie Fan was sure to win.

, Worrying that Moshan will regret it?

Even though it made Wuya's eyes slightly cold. In his opinion, it was an insult, but he didn't say anything, but the coldness on his face became a little more.

You He's poisonous mouth. Seeing Nie Fan like this, he was afraid that the world would not be in chaos. He immediately appeared in his hand and walked towards Ling Zhongshen with a diligent look on his face, saying, "Xiao Ling, it's not me who said you, little gambling to be happy."

Big gambling hurts your body, why bet so big? Oh, your father failed to educate his son, but he didn't expect that you failed to educate your son. It's really worse than the next generation. Come on, write quickly, I'll go to Moshan to find you in a few days

Dad, let me tell you, you can't continue like this, otherwise Moshan will be destroyed by the three generations of you father and son..."

The crowd kept laughing as they heard You He talking. Even though they knew that Ling Zhongshen was already aggrieved enough, You He was still adding fuel to the fire.

The god of Zhong really wanted to slap You He in front of him with a palm, but he couldn't do anything about his cultivation, and he couldn't do anything in public, ignoring his poisonous tongue, suppressing the roar in his heart, picked up the pen, and started writing.

Bang

Not long after, the god of Zhongshen threw the pen suddenly, looked at You He coldly and said, "Okay."
Chapter completed!