Han Hui bought Song Shixiong's victory partly because the old boy from the Hua family was tired and wanted to attack him with 10,000 qi-boosting pills. Anyway, he had no shortage of pills now.

Furthermore, Song Shixiong's appearance actually made the magic inkstone in his storage bag jump, which made him very curious and wanted to wait until the battle was over to see if he had anything similar on his body.

After all, after investing 10,000 Qi-Building Pills in Song Shixiong, he pretended to howl at the top of his lungs, or claimed to be Song Shixiong's friend, helped collect the body, and brought things over.

Even if Song Shixiong still has relatives and friends, it doesn't matter. Who can not believe that people are throwing a lot of money for Song Shixiong, who among them can do it? Now that Song Shixiong is dead, what does it mean for others to come to recognize their friends?

It shows that Han Hui is loyal!

The idea in his mind was perfect. When the battle started, he was stunned. Song Shixiong was stunned to exert the power of the joint construction realm.

A Pentium realm exerts power beyond the realm?

This is not relying on a treasure!

Is this what makes the magic inkstone beat? Song Shixiong's bloodline is so strong that the magic inkstone has the desire to absorb it? Is this too ridiculous? If this is really the case, this magic inkstone should be thrown away, it is too evil.

Just when Han Hui was thinking about whether he had lost the magic inkstone, the two people on the stage started to move again. Song Shixiong still kept his feet motionless, and his fists were using the gravity of thunder to press towards the wandering void.

The software in Liu Lang's hand was danced into a shield, cutting into pieces all the punches that came from it.

Now he was certain that Song Shixiong was a master in the joint construction period, a level higher than himself. Even after using all the hidden two-star treasures, he was still at an absolute disadvantage.

Nine levels of Qi training, one level and one level!

If you have a three-star treasure, you might still have a chance, but even the super wealthy families in Mocheng don't have three-star treasures.

Song Shixiong bombarded hundreds of punches in a row, and the entire arena was agitated as if it were standing in the middle of thunder, and the surrounding forbidden runes kept flickering and extinguishing.

"This kid is weird. He is obviously in the Pentium realm, but he actually exerts the power of the Hezhu realm." In a private room in the Iron Blood Battlefield, an old man muttered to himself.

In addition to the chairs in the square, there are also some private rooms to choose from around the arena of Iron Blood Arena. Of course, the price of these private rooms is high, and you need a certain identity to book them, at least not those in the budding realm, you must

Only cultivation levels above the Pentium realm are sufficient.

Otherwise, any kind of dandy can come in this kind of private room, and still show off your ass dignity?

This old man watching the battle is not an outsider, but the person in charge of the Iron Blood Battlefield, a master of joint construction.

Those in the Pentium realm are considered masters in Mocheng, while those in the Hezhu realm are considered super masters. A person in the Hezhu realm can support a wealthy family.

The real big forces in Mocheng must have masters of the combined realm to take charge, otherwise they can only be regarded as second-rate forces.

Liu Lang has the strength to step into the realm of joint construction, which is why so many people work hard to make friends with him, and what makes him truly a legend.

However, this legend is about to end abruptly!

After Song Shixiong fired hundreds of punches to no avail, his feet finally moved.

step!

The sound of thousands of galloping horses came from within his body. This sound shook the arena. If he closed his eyes, it would definitely make people think that ten thousand horses suddenly appeared on the arena.

He dared to reach a distance of more than ten feet, tearing the air with his fist and blasting towards Liu Lang's chest.

Liu Lang's expression suddenly changed, and the shield transformed from the soft sword in his hand was torn apart all of a sudden. The sword light shot out in all directions, but was blocked by the restrictions placed around the arena.

The entire arena almost turned into a fireworks show at this moment.

Of course, these fireworks are deadly.

Tens of thousands of spectators held their breath and stared at the action on the ring with their eyes wide open, their hearts filled with shock. This is the real master!

Some old guys in the Pentium Realm showed horror in their eyes. The two people on the stage showed unparalleled strength. At least they went up and there was no possibility of confrontation!

Everyone is at the Pentium realm, so the gap becomes clear in this comparison.

Liu Lang is at the peak of the Pentium Realm. He has pushed the two-star treasure weapon to the extreme. Half of his feet have entered the Hezhu Realm. He can even be said to be the first person under the Hezhu Realm.

However, the Jing Yuan in Song Shixiong's body was extremely abnormal, so huge that it was unbelievable that the Pentium Realm could show the power of the Hezhu Realm.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Continuous loud noises were heard, Liu Lang's body was knocked into the air, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body hit the void, as if an invisible wall was instantly carved out by the light.

Ban!

Han Hui's eyes lit up.

Although he obtained the Taoist Forbidden Code and had a very advanced understanding of the ban, he still had many shortcomings in hitting the ban.

The densely packed restrictions around the arena formed a barrier, blocking Liu Lang's flying body.

"Bang"

Like mud, the legend of the Mocheng generation collapsed on the ground, without any breath of life in his body, and the soft sword in his hand also fell to the side.

There was a sensation, and one person stood up and looked excited.

"What's going on? Why did Liu Lang lose? My fifty Qi Replenishing Pills!"

"What's fifty pieces? I bet eighty pieces, all my belongings!"

"Impossible, how could the legend of Mocheng lose? Liulang will definitely get up. Master Liu, get up quickly??????"

Song Shixiong, who was standing on the ring, had a crazy expression on his face. He finally took revenge on his brothers, and the dead brothers could rest in peace!

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the treasure software flew into his hand. Touching the soft sword, Song Shixiong shouted to the sky: "God has eyes! Brothers, you can go with peace of mind. I, Song Shixiong, will avenge you."

Yes, this thief robbed this treasure and caused the death of many of my brothers. Now I have finally taken back this treasure! Brothers, come and take a look!"

A rough man, his eyes were red, tears were streaming down his face, and his body was shaking with great grief.

Seeing this scene, everyone realized that it was because of this that Song Shixiong and Liu Lang became enemies. Liu Lang was greedy for other people's treasures, so he killed all Song Shixiong's brothers.

I really don't know what kind of adventure Song Shixiong had, that he was able to exert such abnormal power when he was in the Pentium realm.

It took a while for Song Shixiong to recover from his excitement. The moment Song Shixiong stopped, the audience fell silent.

"Brother, can you come over and tell me that I'm treating you to a guest today. I won't come back until I'm drunk at Zuiyue Tower!" Song Shixiong looked at Han Hui.

Han Hui had just made it clear that he supported him and bet 10,000 Qi-Building Pills. This was especially rare when everyone was not optimistic about him.

Such a good thing was something that Han Hui could only hope for. Han Hui was trying to figure out why the magic inkstone in his storage bag kept beating.

The beating of this thing must have something to do with Song Shixiong. If Song Shixiong didn't look for him, he would look for Song Shixiong.

"That's exactly what I meant!" Han Hui stood up and said loudly.

Elder Hua's face turned green. He turned around and fired out five thousand Qi-Building Pills, which made him feel really painful. Although he basically didn't use such low-grade Qi-Building Pills, he could exchange them for mid-grade and high-grade ones.

You can reward them to juniors to build your own power.

Looking at Han Hui with eyes that seemed to be able to spit out fire, Han Hui smiled: "Elder Hua, if I want to blame you, I should also blame Liu Lang, right? Besides, your elixir was not lost to me, but to the iron-blooded battlefield. If you don't accept it,

You don’t have to pay it!”

Elder Hua paused and cursed in his heart: "Liu Lang is already dead, how the hell am I going to find him? Besides, who dares to rely on the bet of Iron Blood Battlefield?"

Under the guidance of many servants in the iron-blooded battlefield, everyone lined up to pay for the Qi-boosting pills with sad faces. Of course, there were also people who went to receive the pills with excited faces.

These people all won their bets and returned to heaven from hell one by one. Their steps became lighter and they passed by happily.

There was already a long queue to pay for the Qi-Building Pills, but the queue to receive them was very sparse, with not many people in front of the three counters.

Song Shixiong and Han Hui came to a counter together. The shopkeeper in charge of checking quickly stood up when he saw the two of them, raised his hands to Song Shixiong and said, "Congratulations to Senior Song for getting his revenge!"

Song Shixiong is nearly two hundred years old, and he can be called a senior by a shopkeeper in his eighties.

"Haha, after suppressing it for so long, I finally killed that despicable villain!" Song Shixiong's face was full of joy.

"Young Master, haven't you asked me your name yet? You really have a sharp eye, and you can tell at a glance that Senior Song can win, which is really admirable!" After congratulating Song Shixiong, the shopkeeper turned his attention to Han Hui.

Everyone else was registered, but he and Elder Hua were the only ones who announced their commitment in public and were promised by the hostess of the Iron Blood Arena, so no one knew the name of this young man.

"My name is Han Hui! I consider myself a disciple of the Sword Sect. I went down the mountain to practice, and occasionally passed by Mocheng. Brother Song is so heroic that he can naturally win. It's not like he has a bright eye, it's just that those people are blind!"

Just at this moment, the fat man who had been rude to Han Hui pulled his woman past Han Hui with a look of regret on his face. When he heard Han Hui's words, he trembled all over and did not dare to raise his face.

The woman ran away in despair, as if she was afraid that Han Hui would settle a score with him.

How can he afford to provoke people who can provoke anyone in the Hua family?

However, Han Hui was not in the mood to share his knowledge with him. All he could think about was how to test Song Shixiong and find out the reason for the abnormal reaction of the magic inkstone in his storage bag.

A storage bag was handed over respectfully by the shopkeeper: "Brother Han, check it out!"

The shopkeeper is also in his infancy. He is in his late 70s and 80s. Although he looks about the same as someone in his thirties, the vicissitudes of life in his eyes can be clearly seen, unlike Han Hui, who has clear eyes that are not worldly and full of vitality.

In the same realm, it is impossible for him to be so respectful to Han Hui, all because of Han Hui's status as a disciple of the Natural Sect.

The twelve major monastic sects in Middle-earth are not just mentioned casually, not to mention that Han Hui's cultivation level can throw out ten thousand Qi-Building Pills at will, so he must be a favored disciple.
Chapter completed!