Soaring of Galaxia Chapter 169: The bet is ready
Innate battles, not to mention injuries, even if the momentum is suppressed, the situation will be extremely unfavorable, let alone the physical body being directly hit by the opponent's sword energy?
Qin Wushuang's powerful sword aura penetrated directly, piercing a large hole, and suddenly causing the blood to flow from the eighth, his face changed drastically, and he backed away again and again.
Fight with the same door, only decide the outcome, not life or death. Qin Wushuang succeeded in a single move, instead of chasing and killing him, his sword was condensed, and he ignored the number eight.
As long as the opponent struggles a little, his sword aura will greet him one after another until he deprives the opponent of his fighting power.
The original arrogance in the eyes of No. 8 has disappeared at this moment, replaced by doubts and panic. He did not expect that he would be defeated so thoroughly!
This defeat is a complete defeat, completely suppressed by the opponent, and there is no hope of a comeback. If it weren't for the ring gambling game, I am afraid that at this moment it has already become the ghost of the opponent's sword!
"How?" Qin Wushuang suppressed the sword and asked lightly.
Although No. 8 is wearing a mask, he can still see the depression in his eyes, and smiles bitterly: "The winner is the king, the loser is the invader, what else can I say!"
Qin Wushuang nodded and turned his gaze to the host.
The host was also very witty, stepped forward and shouted: "The champion of this ring match belongs to number six! Eight bets belong to number six!"
After this announcement, there was a burst of cheers in the audience. Those senior disciples who had been optimistic about the number six were all cheering.
And those who are optimistic about the eighth also exclaimed in low voices.
Especially Yan Feng, smiled with joy, as if he had won the ring match, with his fists tightly squeezed: "You won, Brother Qin is really amazing! He really won!"
Wei Yi frowned slightly while watching from a distance, but didn't say anything. It just looked at Qin Wushuang twice, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Zhou Fu smiled all over his face and greeted him: "Brother Wei, this time, I can see the younger sister more accurately?"
Wei Yi knew that Zhou Fu was deliberately shuddering him, but he was helpless. This time, it was indeed his own pulse that lost, and he lost both inside and outside the game.
Now she smiled and said: "Sister Zhou's vision has always been very accurate. It's natural to beat Brother Yu. Hehe, everyone prepare for it. After this number six has received the reward, we will prepare for the second group arena. In total. There are three groups. This is the first group. Don’t slack off from now on."
Qin Wushuang, surrounded by thousands, came to the camp. The champions of the arena are always the most crowded, and the popularity is very high.
"Brother, can you tell us which line are you from?"
"Yeah, let me talk about it. Maybe there are some brothers from the same line as you. We all admire you very much."
"Brother, say something!"
As soon as you greet Qin Wushuang, saying hello to you and me.
At this moment, the curtain of the camp was opened, and a person walked out of it. It was Zhou Fu. Her peerless face, under the sunlight, was even more beautiful and indispensable. Everyone in Xingluodian was speechless, and no one dared to say another word.
"What do you do one by one?" Zhou Fu lightly scolded, "The identities of the players in the arena are kept secret. You have the ability to go to the ring by yourself, and you must not disturb you here."
Being scolded by Zhou Fu, these disciples were very embarrassed, and they retired in shame, but they were all happy, as if it was a great honor to be scolded by the beautiful senior sister.
There are even a few of them, who clearly came with the thought of peeking at the beautiful senior sister. Seeing Zhou Fu coming out, I was naturally overjoyed. After being scolded by Zhou Fu, they all smiled and walked contentedly. Up.
Qin Wushuang smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking that Senior Sister Zhou's popularity is really not overshadowed, even if it is a lesson, it is so useful.
If another brother came out to say these things, even if they didn't dare to say anything on the surface, they would definitely have to slander in their hearts. However, I was scolded by Senior Sister Zhou this year, all of them looked like they had picked up some treasure... "Senior Brother, please come in." Zhou Fu obviously also knew the thoughts of those guys, but she was not annoyed, except for the main hall master. In addition to dissatisfaction with the rampant dominance of the same line, he is relatively tolerant to the same family.
Qin Wushuang nodded, and followed Zhou Fu to the camp.
All the trophies have been displayed there. Zhou Fu pointed to the jade box containing the eight inner alchemy: "This junior, these eight inner alchemy, only in this jade box can you guarantee that your spiritual power will not Lost. I don’t know if you have items to store inner alchemy. If you don’t, you have to find a way to keep the spiritual power of these inner alchemy from losing."
Qin Wushuang smiled and said, "Thank you for the reminder, my younger brother happened to have a small storage bag. Otherwise, I won't be able to save the inner alchemy here as a bet."
"That's true, why didn't I expect it?" Zhou Fu smiled, "Well, you are welcome, these are all yours."
Qin Wushuang certainly wouldn't be polite. He gathered the eight inner alchemy displayed in the jade box and put them in his sleeve. The sleeves are wide, just blocking his movements, no one can see how he stored the inner alchemy in the storage bag.
His hand surprised the leaders of the core disciples present. The perception of Qin Wushuang has improved a lot.
Zhou Fu admired: "Good skill, no wonder he can win the final championship. It really deserves its name!"
Qin Wushuang smiled slightly and arched his hands: "Thank you for your appointment, brothers and sisters, now my brother will leave."
Qin Wushuang didn't procrastinate at all. He knew that the longer he stayed here, the more right and wrong. Although he is not sure where the person who threatened him previously came from, in all likelihood, it must be related to the leaders here.
These leaders, if you guessed right, should be the most proud disciples of the five main hall masters of the Star Luo Temple, right?
Qin Wushuang was about to walk out of the camp, and someone behind him suddenly asked: "Sir, wait a minute."
Qin Wushuang slowly stopped, and turned around and asked: "I don't know what else brother can advise."
The one who called him to stop was the most talented disciple of the Master of the Three Halls, Zhong Wuyin, named Zhao Muzhi.
The one of Zhao Mu dressed up as a scholar, smiled and said: "Brother Yu has a problem that has been plagued by him, so I dare not ask, Junior Brother, which line of palace master are you under?"
The others are actually quite curious, including Wei Yi. They all want to know which line of the palace master's sect is this Junior Brother who emerged out of thin air.
When Qin Wushuang came to sign up earlier, these five people had seen Qin Wushuang's face, but they were all definitely not in their own line, so they all thought they were disciples from other four lines.
Qin Wushuang smiled calmly, paused, and suddenly said: "Isn't the identity secret in this ring match?"
Zhao Muyi was stunned and laughed blankly, "It was kept secret in the ring, so as not to compete with each other and affect the unity of the same family. Those of us don't participate in the dispute of that level, but you can say it does not matter."
The implication is that disputes of that level cannot arouse their interest. This sense of superiority made Qin Wushuang even more reluctant to talk about it.
With a faint smile, he said, "You may not be able to enter the eyes of the brothers with the existence of this level of brother. This matter of mentorship, without the permission of the master, dare not easily reveal it. Goodbye."
After speaking, Zhao Muzhi couldn't allow Zhao Muzhi to answer, and he rushed out with a kick.
When Zhou Fu saw Zhao Mu’s face with dementia, he couldn’t help being funny: "Junior Brother Zhao, are you boring to ask yourself?"
A haze flashed across Zhao Muzhi's handsome face, and he ridiculed himself: "This kid, don't let me find out in the future."
"Yo yo yo, listening to your tone, I still intend to bully the small with the big one." Zhou Fu smiled.
After leaving the camp, Qin Wushuang found a remote place, took off his mask and competition costumes, restored to his original appearance, and made sure that everything did not reveal any flaws before he walked out of the dark.
Walking to the side of the ring, at this time, the second group of competition is about to start. Qin Wushuang didn't have much interest in watching the game at this time.
Participating in a ring match gave him a rough idea of his position in the Star Luo Temple. Apart from the few core leaders, Qin Wushuang asked himself who he would not lose to.
As he was about to leave, suddenly he caught a glimpse of the distance, Yan Feng looked around, his expression anxious, and he was obviously looking for him, waiting for him to appear.
Qin Wushuang walked over and whispered: "Don't make a noise, you go out of the valley first, go alone, I will follow you."
Yan Feng was taken aback, and then he realized something. After turning around the ring twice, Shi Shiran walked out alone.
Qin Wushuang was not in a hurry to follow up, and he walked out without hurries. Walked to the exit, asked for the two mortgaged congenitals, and followed them out.
After a while, the two of them left Vientiane Valley one after another.
Qin Wushuang was cautious all the way, ensuring that no one was chasing him, and then he let go of some concerns. He was originally worried that those who threatened him would not give up and continue to struggle.
Now it seems that the other party has died down. At least there is no such plan yet.
After leaving the Vientiane Valley for dozens of miles, Qin Wushuang quickly caught up with Yan Feng. At this time, Yan Feng's eyes were full of admiration and envy.
"Senior Brother Qin, you really have you! If it weren't for you to show the Ziyang sword. I didn't recognize you at all, so I was worried for a long time."
"Hey~IndoMTL.com~This Ziyang sword is really extraordinary." Qin Wushuang sighed, "Yan Feng, I plan to go down the mountain. If you can trust it, you can give me all the materials you have on you first."
Yan Feng couldn't believe anything at this time. Without even thinking about it, he took out all the collected materials, including the blue cold stone, and gave it to Qin Wushuang.
"Well, after the year-end assessment, you go to the Qingyun Temple to find me. I will definitely give you an answer. The physical golden pill, the innate first spirit pill, as long as you are trained, you will never be missing!"
Yan Feng nodded: "Okay, brother Qin will be pleased!" At this point, Yan Feng's voice couldn't help but choked up. After so many years of hard work, this time it was realized so easily and dreamily.
If it weren't for going out to meet the nobles, the main materials of these two innate medicines would probably not be collected after ten years of hard work!
I really met a great man this time! From the bottom of his heart, Yan Feng has regarded Qin Wushuang as a great benefactor, a great noble person.
(To be continued)
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