Yang Tian looked carefully again, but still couldn't see any clues. He shook his head helplessly, gently stroked the black sword body, and said: "It seems there is no other way. I wanted to make you famous all over the world."
, but for the sake of my dear beautiful aunt... I can only put you away temporarily."
After saying that, Yang Tian walked towards the martial arts hall of Shenglong Academy with his bare hands and amidst the expectations of everyone...
"husband!"
Just when Yang Tian walked to the gate of the martial arts arena, a cold shout suddenly came, and Long Qingbing's figure came to Yang Tian in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the girl who was still dressed in black, with a cold face and bangs covering one eye, Yang Tian slightly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a sinister smile, and stretched out his paws seemingly naturally.
The bangs in front of Long Qingbing's eyes were placed behind her ears, and she said softly: "This is so beautiful, my dear wife!"
Long Qingbing looked at Yang Tian quietly and said softly in her cold voice: "Can you... win? If... you don't have to force yourself."
"Don't worry, as long as your husband promises you, he will definitely help you do it! Otherwise, he is not worthy of being your "husband"!" Yang Tian said lightly, with a look of contempt for the world on his face: "Let's go
Well, it’s almost time!”
Martial Arts Arena.
The huge martial arts arena was packed with people, and it was packed to the brim.
But it was surprisingly quiet at this time, and everyone looked at the huge competition stage with anticipation. On both sides of the competition stage, there were two people standing on each side.
One of them is wearing a warrior uniform, gauntlets, leggings, boots, helmet, and armor. Each piece is extremely beautifully made and full of beauty and domineering that a warrior should have. His whole body is shining with light blue light and has a strong magical aura.
, turned into whirlpools of blue light as if they were real, spinning around his body in circles. And on his back, he was carrying a similarly sky-blue, beautifully crafted scabbard.
The blue hilt of the sword was exposed. The whole person looked indescribably chic and enviable!
"What awesome equipment!" Everyone, including Yang Tian, couldn't help but say in surprise when they saw Yin Ping Al appear.
However, when Long Qingbing saw all this, she almost fainted. Her figure rushed from a corner of the martial arts field to the competition field almost in an instant!
Long Qingbing's actions immediately attracted everyone's attention. However, no one stopped him. After all, the cause of this game was because of Long Qingbing.
"What's the matter, wife?"
When Long Qingbing appeared next to Yang Tian strangely, Yang Tian looked at Long Qingbing with an angry look on his face and couldn't help but asked in confusion.
But Long Qingbing didn't seem to hear it. He just stared at Yin Ping Aier fiercely. His cold voice sounded like it came from hell, without any human emotions. He said coldly: "Add another bet."
Can we make an appointment?"
"Haha, of course. As long as you have the corresponding chips, of course I, Yin Ping Al, will agree to it." Although Yin Ping Al was slightly surprised, he still cares about one more bet when he is sure of winning?
"If you lose, not only your sword, but also all the equipment on your body will belong to...husband...!" Long Qing said coldly. He just said the word "husband" as if he was so...
A little hesitation. She is smart and has already captured these two words. It seems that it is not as "simple" as Yang Tian said.
"No problem, may I ask, Miss Beautiful Earth Dragon. What do you use as a bargaining chip?"
"Me!" Long Qing said coldly.
"You?" Yin Ping Aier was slightly surprised.
"Yes. Since my husband lost, I will declare my allegiance to you. I can do the same. Can I?" Long Qing asked coldly.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment. Although Yin Ping Aier likes beautiful women, and the beauty in front of him is indeed one of the best among the women he has seen, Yin Ping Aier also has a perverted heart towards conquering such an iceberg-like woman.
, but he didn't think that any woman could exchange for the equipment he was wearing, which was sub-god-level equipment.
However, just as he promised Yang Tian that he could give Yang Tian the sword if he lost, Yin Ping Al only hesitated for less than a second, then smiled slightly and looked at Long Qingbing's towering hands with a look of color.
He glanced at the peak and said softly: "No problem!"
"Ah!" A burst of surprise erupted from the audience.
A set of sub-artifacts only bet on one woman?
However, after hearing the bursts of surprise, Yin Ping Aier's face showed a smile that said, "I am the only idiot in the world and I am wise." It must be said that there are still many sbs in this world. He only knows how to calculate the bet between the two parties.
chips, but don’t know what is hidden behind the chips.
If he wasn't sure of victory, would Yin Ping Al ignore a set of demi-god-level equipment that would allow him to dominate the world?
Are you kidding Tianyuan? Yin Ping. Al is not a fool. Don't say one thing, even one thing is impossible. Especially for a man like him who "sees women as playthings" and only has power and desire in his heart.
"Okay, it's a deal!" Long Qing said coldly.
"No, the contract is final." After Yin Ping Aier smiled slightly, he glanced at Yang Tian, who was dressed in extremely shabby clothes, and imitated Yang Tian's words with great pride.
After the magic contract is signed, the contract can be opened by itself with the blood of the two parties who signed it, and the contract can be modified appropriately according to the mutual intentions of both parties.
"Okay!" Yang Tian shook his head helplessly and said softly. "Don't bet on women" was his principle, but looking at Long Qingbing's firm eyes, Yang Tian knew that she would not give up no matter what. This
You can't blame him. Of course, this is also based on the fact that Yang Tian feels that he is sure of victory, otherwise Yang Tian would not agree to it anyway.
"Ah!" At this time, there was another wave of exclamations from the audience, including the old man on the rostrum.
So what if Yang Tian is a mid-level sword master? With a set of sub-god-level equipment, it is not difficult to win in the later stages, let alone the mid-level, which is not very different from the early stage. But Yang Tian agreed without hesitation.
I saw Yang Tian and Yin Ping. Al taking out a contract at the same time and adding a drop of their own blood. Suddenly, under a mysterious power, the two contracts shone with strange light and gathered together in the air.
Yang Tian was about to speak, but Yin Ping Aier smiled slightly and said: "Let her join. Her blood will be dripped in. The two sides of the battle are the two of us, and she will use herself as a bargaining chip to bet that you win. How about it?"
"
Long Qingbing didn't say anything, and directly broke her middle finger. With a flick, a drop of bright red blood merged into the contract in the air.
After the three of them entered their beliefs at the same time, the magic contract flashed with a strange light again, turned into two parts, and reached the hands of Yang Tian's Yin Ping Al.
Looking at Long Qingbing with a cold expression, Yang Tian smiled slightly and said softly: "Go down. Don't worry."
…
The competition is about to begin!
The old man Sadare suddenly jumped onto the competition stage and made a speech that made Yang Tian very contemptuous. Observation and learning are secondary, but listening to his tone, it sounded as if Yang Tian had lost. What could he say?
It is also a very honorable thing to play for Yin Ping. Prince El. Then the rules of the competition were announced. The rules are that there are no rules, not even rules restricting scrolls. Everything...just depends on the results. You will pay for your life or death!
vomit!
Thinking about it with his buttocks, Yang Tian could guess what benefits this old man Sadare must have gained.
With the cooperation of dozens of teachers from Shenglong Academy, a super powerful barrier appeared in the sky above the competition stage, covering the competition stage tightly.
"Are you ready?" Sadare, as the referee, looked at Yin Ping Al and asked.
"Okay. Dear Principal Sadare, I can start!"
"And you?"
"Okay." Yang Tian said softly. He didn't even look at Sadare. After all, this old man is a god of magic, and his perception is still very powerful. It won't be fun if he doesn't reveal his flaws.
"Is it really better?"
"Of course!"
"But why are you like that kid Yang Tian, who doesn't wear any equipment or hold any weapons? Do you really think you are a god?" The old guy Sadare actually said something that shocked and depressed Yang Tian.
"Ahem...Teacher, you talk too much." After Yang Tian glared at Sadare through the mask, he said coldly, almost not saying the word "old man".
Hearing Sadare's words, Yin Ping Al also suddenly realized a problem. Yang Tian didn't seem to be carrying his black, edgeless sword that exuded a cold aura!
Although warriors can also be placed in the dimensional space, due to the special nature of warriors, most people carry their swords on their backs and can draw their swords at any time!
But the old man Sadare still didn't give up: "As a soldier, you really don't need weapons?"