Choose neither path?
Wen Shaolong actually looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha! You are really a stupid young man? Do you think you and I want to deal with you, can you escape? If you don't choose, I guarantee that from tonight, everything will be with you
No one involved will be at peace..."
As he spoke, Wen Shaolong looked pointedly at Ao Xin and Chunyang Zi beside him, the threat was self-evident.
Feng Wuchen's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He took a deep breath and sighed: "Forget it, where is the arena?"
After hearing this, Wen Shaolong was startled at first, and then he smiled ferociously: "I didn't expect you to have some backbone! You don't want to sacrifice yourself to protect them, do you?"
Wen Shaolong pointed at the two people beside Feng Wuchen with a look of disdain: "Don't worry! After I kill you, I will not let that little girl go. When my brother gets tired of playing with her, I will
Just sell her to the slums for those untouchables and beggars to play with, hahaha, this is what will happen if you offend my Wen family!"
Hearing this, Feng Wuchen's eyes became increasingly murderous.
"Originally, I considered that you were standing up for my brother and had no grudge against me, so I wanted to spare your life. But now it seems that it is no longer necessary..."
"..."
In just a moment, the two of them arrived at the square that day.
And behind them, there were countless disciples who were watching the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal.
In Fuyao Palace, the life and death arena is not common, not to mention that the two sides fighting are new disciples and inner disciples, and their cultivation levels are eight small realms apart from the fourth level of Heavenly General and the third level of God!
This is almost a battle without suspense.
In front of the square, someone even opened the handicap and started shouting: "Come on, come on! The new disciples challenge the old disciples of the inner sect, and challenge across the eight realms! Place your bets quickly! Place your bets quickly!"
"..."
"Master Chen!"
At this time,
Outside the crowd, a beautiful figure wearing a long skirt quickly pushed aside the crowd on both sides and walked to Feng Wuchen, while Uncle Tian followed behind him without saying a word.
"What's going on? How could you have a life-and-death duel with Wen Shaolong?"
"Miss Lin! It's not that I want to fight him to the death, it's that he refuses to let me go..." Feng Wuchen gave Lin Zhiqing an overview of what had just happened in a few words.
After hearing this, the woman suddenly looked anxious: "You are too impulsive! Among the disciples of Fuyao Palace for nearly ten years, Wen Shaolong is considered to be the best. If he really has to fight to the death, I may not be his opponent!
And in order to kill you, he will definitely use dirty tricks. You listen to me and follow me out of here, and I will find a way to protect your safety..."
Unexpectedly, as soon as the woman finished speaking, a deep voice came from behind her: "Isn't Miss Lin being too strict?"
The two of them looked back and saw that the person who came was actually a middle-aged man. This man looked about thirty years old, with regular features and a white face without beard, but there was a sinister atmosphere between his eyebrows and eyes.
Seeing this person, Wen Shaolong immediately raised his hands and saluted: "Master!"
"Um!"
The middle-aged man nodded, and then looked at Lin Zhiqing: "Miss Lin, this is an internal dispute in our Fuyao Palace. Even if your father, King Beixuan, is here, he can't take care of it, right?"
As he said that, he glanced at Feng Wuchen again: "A man, you must stand up to heaven and earth! If you run away from the battle, even if you save a small life, you will be despised by thousands of people. Fuyao Palace will not tolerate such greed for life and fear of death, and dishonest words."
generation!"
"You..." Lin Zhiqing's face suddenly sank when she heard this person's aggressive tactics. She immediately communicated with Feng Wuchen and said, "This person's name is Zhao Huaiyu! He is one of the elders of the inner sect of Fuyao Palace! I was killed because of you before.
was scrapped to repair
Because, the elder of the outer sect who was expelled from Fuyao Palace is also one of his! If you hit him in the face, he will naturally hold a grudge. You don’t need to care about what he said. You are only a fourth-level Heavenly General, and you are not on par with the third-level God.
A war is not something to be ashamed of, and if it becomes a major event, it will not stick to trivial matters..."
Although Lin Zhiqing kept chattering, Feng Wuchen didn't care and suddenly looked somewhere.
Seeing that this guy was so absent-minded, Lin Zhiqing frowned and subconsciously followed his gaze, only to see Chunyangzi talking with the dealer with a serious face at the place where the bets were placed.
"What are the odds between the two of them?"
The disciple sitting in the bank said: "What are you betting on? The outcome or the round?"
Chunyangzi asked with great interest: "What's the difference?"
The disciple explained: "If it's a win or a loss, and Senior Brother Wen wins, we'll pay one point and one point."
Chunyangzi frowned slightly: "So low?"
The disciple smiled and said: "Of course...Senior Brother Wen is the Third Heavenly Lord of God. There is no suspense in this battle. Moreover, it is a life-and-death duel. There is no way it can be faked. Do you think there is anyone who can beat Chen Wufeng?"
"Then how much is the apology for overpowering Chen Wufeng?"
"Ten for one?"
Chunyangzi still frowned: "If you go through eight realms and challenge, you will only lose ten for one?"
"Hehe!" The other party chuckled and said: "If you are still too low, you can suppress the round! Press them for a few rounds to defeat the opponent. For example, if Senior Brother Wen kills that kid with one move, you will pay three for one, and you will pay one for two moves.
Five, every time you hold on to one more move, the odds will increase by two points!"
"Then what if I beat Chen Wufeng and defeat Wen Shaolong with one move?"
You have to ask, the disciple was stunned: "Huh? You... don't have a fever, right? How is this possible?"
"How is it impossible? When you open the handicap, you have to come up with odds!"
The disciple gradually became impatient: "You
Guys, are you here to cause trouble? Go, go... If you want to be detained, then be detained, if not, then get out..."
At this time, Chunyangzi turned his palm, and a large pile of top-grade Tianling Crystal suddenly appeared in his palm.
Seeing this, the disciple's eyes widened.
"Of course I want to bet, but if you don't give me odds, how can I bet?"
When the disciple saw that Chunyangzi was not joking, he said, "Do you really want to beat that kid to win?"
"certainly!"
"Then tell me how many moves you can make to win against him, and I'll calculate the odds!"
"Wait!"
Chunyangzi immediately turned around, walked to Feng Wuchen, and lowered his voice.
"How many moves do you need to kill Wen Shaolong?"
Feng Wuchen lowered his voice and said seriously: "If you use a sword, one move?"
Chunyangzi pursed her lips, naturally knowing that the identity of Feng Wuchen Sword Immortal could not be exposed for the time being, and immediately asked: "What if I don't use the sword?"
"Two moves!"
"Okay! I'm betting my Heavenly Spirit Crystal on you!"
After saying that, Chunyangzi quickly returned to the handicap and asked: "Two moves! What are the odds for Chen Wufeng to win?"
"Two moves?" The man was stunned for a long time and then said: "According to Senior Brother Wen's upper limit odds! Fifty to one?"
Chun Yangzi was not satisfied: "Isn't this right... Even if Wen Shaolong's odds are capped, the probability is much greater than Chen Wufeng's chance of winning with two moves! One to fifty, you can't fool me.
The spiritual stone in your hand!"
The disciple frowned: "How much pressure do you plan to press?"
Chunyangzi turned his palm, and there was already an extra ring: "This is the number!"
The disciple swept it away with his true spirit.
"hiss!"
Chapter completed!