"If I can't defeat you within one move, I will walk down the stone platform by myself and give in."

"Let's take action!"

"Your chance is only once!"

Zhang Pingfeng's voice is serious and confident.

In his eyes, ancient evil seemed vulnerable.

When ancient times heard this, there was no fluctuation.

He had long been accustomed to such blows and ridicule.

He could even tolerate Liu Wuqian's contempt, let alone a person.

"bass!"

The sword was unsheathed, but Gu E didn't explain a word.

The steps flashed, and the golden light was blooming like a flower bud, bursting everywhere.

When the golden light began to bloom from ancient evil.

Luo Changsheng and Liu Wuqiong in the audience changed their faces.

The two of them could feel the charm of the aura of destiny from Gu E, which was the power of the law belonging to the Emperor.

Such power is not strong due to the limitations of the ancient evil realm.

It can be used to deal with Zhang Pingfeng, which is enough.

"boom!"

The golden light flashed, and the long sword in Gu Ei's hand turned into hundreds of sword lights and slashed towards Zhang Pingfeng at the same time.

Faced with this sudden appearance, like the powerful force of a storm, Zhang Pingfeng had completely lost his previous calmness and arrogance.

The sword came out, and the thick wall of ice was directly crossed in front of Zhang Pingfeng.

But facing the power of the great emperor's laws, the ice wall raised by Zhang Pingfeng was destroyed and broken with one stab.

"Bang!"

The sword light directly shattered the ice wall and hit Zhang Pingfeng's body.

Zhang Ping let out a heavy groan from his mouth, and the blood sword was like a pillar, sprinkling across the sky, and he flew directly out of the Red Stone Platform.

Seeing Zhang Pingfeng flying out of the stone platform, Luo Changsheng looked coldly and his hand curled up to catch him.

And Gu Ei obviously grasped the size.

At this time, Zhang Pingfeng was only shocked by his internal organs and his injuries were not serious.

But Zhang Pingfeng would rather faint now and be defeated by someone he looked down upon.

This made Zhang Pingfeng's face turn red.

I don’t know if it was because of the injury or because he felt embarrassed.

On the Red Stone Refining Platform, the long sword in Gu Ei's hand had been sheathed and slowly walked to the edge of the Red Stone Refining Platform.

From the stone platform, Gu E looked down at Zhang Pingfeng.

His voice was extremely resolute: "Yan Chuge is not the only one in Huangquan Holy Sect."

"remember!"

"Those who defeat you will be evil!"

After saying that, Gu E turned around and flew directly in front of Liu Wuqiong.

He clasped his fists and said, "I am evil in ancient times, but I am fortunate to be unfair to my fate."

Liu Wuqin was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

After a long time, Liu Wuqian's face became stronger and he shouted: "Okay, okay!"

"It's worthy of being my true martial arts master!"

"The Zhenwu Holy Sect is about to rise!"

"Qingxiao Peak is about to flourish!"

"This time I return to the sect, this sect allows you to enter Qingxiao and pass it on your own."

The true teachings and personal teachings are only one word different, but the meanings they represent are vastly different.

Once you enter the personal teaching, it means that you can master one peak by yourself and become the master of the peak.

More importantly, the Holy Sect’s personal teachings were qualified to compete for the position of the Holy Sect’s Holy Lord.

In this era of Zhenwu Holy Sect, only Yan Chuge was a disciple of the personal disciple.

And ancient evil is about to become the second one.

Gu E couldn't help but feel a little excited when he heard that Liu Wuqiong had made him become a disciple of the sect directly.

"Thank you, Holy Lord!"

Liu Wuqian nodded to Gu E with satisfaction, and then looked at Ao Bei again.

Only then did Liu Wuqiong realize that Ao Bei had not lie to him.

But when did he have so many powerful disciples from the Holy Sect? Why didn’t he know at all?

First there is Han Ming, then there is ancient evil.

And what happened to the aura of destiny on Gu E's body?

Liu Wuqiong actually had many questions in his mind at this time, but this was not important anymore.

As long as you can win the battle, the best result is.

Ao Bei ignored Liu Wuqian's gaze directly.

In Ao Bei's eyes, there was no suspense in this betting battle.

The only thing that interested Ao Bei now is the broken sword magic weapon on the throne of the corpus.

Only Ao Bei could feel that it was a magic weapon with life.

A magic weapon with life is much more interesting than the bet battle in front of you.

In the distance, Luo Changsheng looked at Liu Wuqiong laughing loudly, and said with a sudden rain in his voice: "Saint Lord Liu is such a good method. He actually deceived the world and arranged such a disciple as a sedan chairperson."

"I really underestimated the thoughts of Lord Liu."

"This time, I lost without any wickedness."

Liu Wuqin did not deliberately explain Luo Changsheng's misunderstanding.

He said: "Lord Lord Luo should not waste time. In this last battle, our sect still sends Gu Ei to the stage."

"Please, Lord Luo!"

After hearing this, Luo Changsheng's face looked very bad.

The rules of this bet do not limit how many moves a person can take.

Liu Wuqian’s approach is not considered a violation.

But for reason, Liu Wuqian's approach is a rogue.

Luo Changsheng said: "Saint Lord Liu, you are the lord of the dignified Holy Sect, so you really don't want any shame?"

Liu Wuqian smiled faintly and said, "It's all about snakes and scorpions, why are you kind-hearted?"

"Lord Lord will not be unable to afford to lose, right?"

......

"Click!"

Just as the two were arguing.

A sudden crisp sound suddenly came into everyone's ears and attracted everyone's attention.

Following the sound, everyone's faces suddenly changed.

On that throne of the corpus.

The Emperor's secret treasure, the Futu Knife, which was originally inserted on the throne of the corpus, suddenly broke under the eyes of everyone and split into crystal fragments.

Seeing that the Futu knife broke inexplicably, a brief silence fell into the Lihuo Cave.

Then, a loud shout came from Luo Changsheng's mouth: "Liu Wuqin, you actually took a fake butcher knife to bet with me."

"It's really shameless!"

"Do you still have a little bit of the Holy Lord's wind?"

Hearing Luo Changsheng's voice, Liu Wuqin did not react for a while.

He stared blankly at the broken pagoda knife on the throne.
To be continued...