"Can the challenged person admit defeat?" This is what the weaker bandit leader asked.

The stakes for a gambling battle are 10,000 top-quality spiritual stones. It is conceivable that in order to ensure that nothing is lost, a weak bandit must be selected to challenge.

After all, he is the boss, and even if he is weak, he does not want to be beaten up by others.

"Okay." King Huang Salon nodded.

"Everyone, what's my idea?" He paused and continued.

"I have no objection." Nanyang Taoist, the leader of the Nanyang bandits, was the first to agree. While speaking, he also gave King Huang Salon a very subtle look.

He was hired by King Huang Salon.

"Neither do I." The bird-controlling Taoist who most wanted a place to settle down answered.

Taoist Zuo Hu nodded.

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another and a consensus was quickly reached.

"Okay, to show my sincerity, I'll start by offering some advice," Huang Salon Wang took a deep breath and took out a butter-like object that exuded a fragrant fragrance.

"The best ambergris, this one piece is enough to be worth 10,000 top quality spiritual stones," he threw the ambergris into the plate, then picked it up with his finger and pointed it at the person with the highest cultivation level besides himself, Feidu of the Second Tribulation Realm.

Taoist, "The first scene, Taoist Feidu, please."

After King Huang Shalom finished speaking, he flew away from the Buddhist temple - how could the battle between the eight realms be carried out in a Buddhist temple? Only the vast sky could allow him to let go of his hands and feet.

King Huang Shalom had already left, but Feidu was still where he was.

His expression was changing, and he knew that King Huang Shalom was trying to establish his authority.

He now faces a difficult choice: should he fight or surrender directly?

Surrendering directly would be too weak, but it would be better to sell King Huang Salon to you.

If you go up against it, you won't be weak. If you lose, you will definitely lose, but at least it will look better...

.........

Here, King Huang Shalom is already hanging high in the sky, waiting for the Taoist to fly across.

He was in a very happy mood.

It is conceivable that once the Sand Bandit City is established, as the first city lord, he will become the first person in the history of the Sand Bandit.

Well, then the name of the city will definitely not be called Sand Bandit City, it will have to be changed to a nicer name.

When time passes, thousands of years later, who will still remember that Bandit City was built by bandits?

King Huang Salon kept thinking in his mind.

Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine.

This is the premonition ability of high-level monks when faced with dangerous whims.

He quickly came to his senses and looked around, but saw nothing.

Just as he was wondering, in the midst of the lightning and flint, King Huang Shalom felt as if a faint shadow was passing before his eyes.

Before he could realize what it was, an unbearable pain burst out from his neck.

The next moment, he felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, his body could not move out, and he was stagnant in place.

It was only then that a fierce sword intent erupted from his body. While tearing his soul into pieces, it also separated his head from his body.

"It's blood." Moments before his death, King Huang Sharon finally realized that the shadow he saw was his own blood.

But, what exactly killed me?

King Huang Salon is destined to be confused about this issue.

.......

boom!

Inside the Buddhist temple, King Huang Shalom had just left, and Taoist Feidu was still hesitating.

Suddenly there was a crashing sound.

Later, a large hole was broken in the glass roof of the Buddhist temple by something heavy falling from the sky.

With a bang, the heavy object fell from the big hole and landed in front of everyone.

It was a headless corpse.

The first reaction of the bandit leaders was to freeze.

Until Taoist Feidu said tremblingly: "King Huang Shalom?"

That is the body of King Huang Salon.

The question is, where is his head?

They didn't wonder for long.

The next moment, Taoist Feidu's head suddenly separated from his body in front of their eyes without any reason.

It was like a sword had cut across his neck.

Oh, it turns out that King Huang Salon’s head looks like this...

They thought subconsciously.

Without any trace or sound, Taoist Feidu's head was separated from his body.

What a terrible thing?

This made all the bandit leaders present lose their spirits and could no longer arouse any other emotions except fear.

"Run away, run away!" someone yelled.

The Buddhist temple here seems to have become a place where evil spirits seek their lives, and it is not suitable to stay for a long time.

Without any hesitation, and without caring about the corpses of King Huang Shalom and Taoist Feidu, all the bandit leaders immediately fled in all directions and left the place with their men.

As for building a city?

Damn city building!

Surround Fujitang Temple?

Fuck that too!

King Huang Shalom is already dead, and he is still surrounding you!

In the 17th year of Tianyuan's reign, King Huang Shalom gathered twenty-three bandits in a Buddhist temple to discuss an alliance. Unexpectedly, he "accidentally committed a mistake" and King Huang Shalom and Taoist Feidu died on the spot!

The next day, the bandits who had been gathering on the Xisha Plateau for dozens of days, like a bunch of rats, disappeared without a single one left.

…

On the same day, Chicken Soup Temple welcomed a guest.

A young swordsman.

He brought a very unique gift.

A bulging cyst.

Inside the cyst is a big head.

The owner of the head is...
Chapter completed!