"It's this kid who is good at refining weapons. He has many strange magic weapons in his hands. Don't give him the chance to sacrifice these magic weapons!"

An old man pointed at Li Yu and said to a strong man with a whisker.

This old man had joined the war with Hu Chi on the same day and witnessed the tragic situation of Bai Hong being attacked by Iron Watermelon.

The man with a beard looked only about thirty years old. The curly beard on his face was thick and black, but there was no grass above his head. His round head was as smooth as an egg, especially his forehead, which was shiny and looked particularly funny.

"It's a pity to be able to refine rare magic weapons, but it's a pity to die. After the young master captures him, it's probably good to tame him into a ghost slave!"

The bearded man looked at Li Yu with a bright look, as if he was looking at a prey. Suddenly, he found that Li Yu was looking at this side, looking at him, and actually smiled at him.

"Okay, I can still laugh at this time. I am qualified to be my ghost slave!"

The man with a beard was even more excited.

However, Li Yu's eyes only stayed on him for a moment, and then looked at the others.

The bearded man's eyes suddenly became a little cold, and he even snorted coldly, as if he was neglected.

However, soon, the man saw Youyue and his eyes lit up again.

The man looked funny, but no one around was laughing at it, and no one even dared to stare at his egg head. When he looked at him, there was fear and envy, and more people were in a complicated mood.

Although this man is only in the Silver Star Realm, he is also a sensible figure in the entire Northern Immortal Realm. There are many people who know his name. Among the disciples of the Burial Immortal Palace, his realm is the lowest, but he walked in front with a few people like Tiger Maniac, a white-robed young man and others, and no one blocked his sight.

On his right side, Bai Hong, the blonde woman, was also staring at Li Yu, staring at Qinglin and Youyue. On that day, she did not see clearly who gave the iron watermelon, but she still remembered the figure and appearance of Li Yu, Qinglin and Youyue.

Among the disciples of the Burial Immortal Palace, there was a grand golden-painted chair. Dao Kuang was sitting on the big chair, also looking at Li Yu, Tu Lei and others, but his brows were furrowed. Li Yu, Tu Lei, Yun Ye and others looked too calm, which made him uncomfortable and inexplicably felt a little worried.

Could it be that in addition to the valuable precious talismans provided by the Divine Talisman Palace, these people have other killer moves. If so, the efforts he made in the previous series will probably be in vain, and today may not be able to easily kill Yun Ye and his party to establish their authority.

After hesitating for a moment, my lips suddenly moved and I started to communicate with others silently.

"It's still time to place bets now. Hurry up, I'm going to get on the ring soon!"

In the other direction, a blue-robed Taoist priest urging his companions around him with shiny eyes.

This Taoist priest is in his thirties and forties and looks pretty fair. His half-old Taoist robe is greasy and sloppy, and he is wearing a pair of torn shoes under his feet.

However, except for his two companions, no other monk dared to approach the three of them. The three of them had a good position at this moment. This tall and magnificent hall is the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion. At this moment, the gate of the main hall was closed. On the spacious and majestic steps, the three of them stood in front, behind them, a deputy city lord and several elders of Zhenbei City, serving the three of them with a respectful expression.

This hall is not close to the ring, but because of the high terrain, the sight is not blocked, and you can clearly see everything on the ring.

"What's the hurry? It's not too late to place bets after they enter the ring!"

Beside the Taoist priest, the middle-aged man in a purple robe with a big belly said slowly, his eyes on Yun Ye, Tu Lei and his party were circling.

This person has a rosy face, a handsome appearance, and is full of nobleness in every move. At first glance, he is a person who has been in a high position for a long time.

"I bet that eight people on the Beihuan Fairy Palace will win?"

Another man in white robe with a silver mask on his face said, "One of the man's face was blocked by the mask, and he could not tell his age and appearance. His eyes were filled with vicissitudes, but his voice sounded like a young man."

"Oh, let's talk, which eight people will win?"

The Taoist priest of the blue robe was interested.

"Where do I know which eight people?"

The man in the mask gave the Taoist priest a blank look, "I just guess that eight people will win, bull's nose, do you dare to bet on the thing you just got? As long as there are eight people in the Beihuan Fairy Palace that win, the thing belongs to me. Otherwise, my thing belongs to you!"

"Are you sure?"

The Taoist priest in the blue robe looked a little excited.

The man in mask: "I have thought about it, don't regret it afterwards!"

"Okay, one word is certain!"

The Taoist priest of the blue robe was happy. He was not optimistic about the cultivators of the Beihuan Immortal Palace. He knew that Dao Kuang's character was arrogant. Although he was arrogant, he was not a brave and unscrupulous warrior. He never did anything unsure. How could he send a group of waste to fight? It was related to the reputation and vital interests of the two major forces, and the subsequent battle. Dao Kuang must have set up a plan long ago, waiting to severely damage and kill Yun Ye, Tu Lei and others, so that the Beihuan Immortal Palace would lose face and also lose control of Zhenbeicheng.

On the other side, the city lord Sha Mojie and two casual cultivators from the Red Gold Realm who came from afar were also communicating with each other to the bet, and who would win.

For strong men in the Red Gold realm, every time they move forward for a short time, they require huge efforts and a large amount of resources. In gambling, the bet is resources. It is also a pleasure to make small bets occasionally among monks of the same level and win some resources.

There are many people talking about the gambling war, while there are more people discussing in private who dies and who lives.

"Since both sides have already arrived, let's start!"

The voice of Sang Qingshu, the Supreme Elder of the Divine Talisman Palace, suddenly rang, overwhelming all the noise in the field.

The eyes of the cultivators suddenly rushed towards him, and for a moment they were silent, silent.

Sang Qingshu's eyes were looking at Dao Kuang on the left side of the ring.

Beside him, the elder Che Buchi of Wuya Mountain looked at Yin Kaitian on the right side of the ring. In this ring battle, the two of them were pushed as referees.

"Let's start, life and death are fate. After this battle, hatred will be eliminated. Next, I will not seek revenge on this side of the Immortal Palace!"

Dao Kuang's voice was full of energy, and he looked confident on his face. He did not look at Yun Ye, Tu Lei and others anymore, but stared at Yin Kaitian and looked at him.

Yin Kaitian ignored him, but Chong Yunye, Tu Lei and others said, "Go, don't worry, I have prepared fine wine to celebrate the merits!"

After saying that, he actually smiled. He was a harsh person by nature, and often had a stern face. With his lofty status, the disciples of Beihuan Fairy Palace were often as nervous as mice when they saw him. This smile made Yun Ye feel warm and the tension in his heart suddenly relaxed a little.

Tu Lei, Qiu Xingkong and others also felt warm.

Even Li Yu's eyes softened a little.

The opposite Dao Kuang shrank slightly, opened his mouth, and said a few words of raising anger. After hesitating for a moment, he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned his head coldly and looked at the tiger cynical man, the man in white robe and others.

Luo Xinghe did not show up, which made him feel alert. Yin Kaitian, who had always been furious, looked calm and uneasy, which made him feel inexplicably uneasy, but the arrow was already on the string.

"Don't hold back!"

I couldn't help but send a message to the disciples.

Some of the cultivators such as Hu Chi nodded, some of them instantly became murderous intent in their eyes, some even clenched their fists, and some of them glared at Yun Ye, Tu Lei and others again.

Seeing that no one on both sides said anything, the scene had already been put on. After Sang Qingshu and Che Buchi looked at each other, Sang Qingshu coughed lightly and said, "This battle is a life-and-death battle. Only when one side is completely powerless to fight again, the battle situation is over!"

"During wartime, the spectators are not allowed to make loud noises or approach the ring. Violators will die!"

Che Buchi said with a stern face.

The sounds of the two were not very loud, but they echoed clearly in the ears of all monks.

There was silence around, and no one dared to talk too much. Although the fairy world is big and there are many strong people, the strong people in the Color Star Realm have already dominated the world. At this moment, under this arena, there are not a strong person in the Color Star Realm, but many people. Even if they are arrogant, they dare not cause rash at this time.

"The two sides of the war start from the lowest level and go up one after another. The first game of the war will come on stage!"

Sang Qingshu's voice was neither anxious nor slow.

Li Yu's heart sank slightly. He knew this rule in advance that he was the first person to fight and did not worry about how strong his opponent could be. But after all, he didn't know his opponent and he was still a little uneasy in his heart.

There was nothing unusual on his face, his eyes were still calm, and he stepped out of the crowd and walked forward.
Chapter completed!