Chapter 91 Zuo Zixin plays the ring

Who is this?

Zuo Zixin straightened her head from Shangyangjun's arms and leaned into the ring. Oh, it was actually the white lotus evil king. She thought he had to play in the finale no matter what. Unexpectedly, he couldn't stand it so fast.

"Do you know?" Zuo Zixin was still taking a look at the arbitrary performance of Bailian Xiejun in the ring, and suddenly there was a low voice of Shangyangjun in her ear.

"Faband, that man is one of the culprits who destroyed our yard." Zuo Zixin gritted her teeth and said that she was not familiar with the man and didn't want to have anything to do with him.

"Oh! Didn't you say you didn't know anything?" Shangyangjun suddenly became embarrassed and looked at her with a smile, which made her suddenly embarrassed and felt a little caught jumping around her tail.

"Well, in fact, my husband heard it wrong." Zuo Zixin giggled and looked quite unnatural. There was a feeling of wanting to escape under Shangyang Jun's X-ray eyes. Finally, she escaped.

She jumped off Yangjun's leg, shook his long sleeves, and said righteously, "Fair, I think this game is very boring. Why don't I go up and make a comparison? Maybe I can earn the title of a city lord for my husband."

"Vit's very good." Shangyangjun looked at her carefully and said.

Wh! Why has Shangyang's character changed? Is there any stimulation? Zuo Zixin was puzzled, but at least she successfully changed the topic.

So, Zuo Zixin was proud and held her head high and went to the ring. Which one was stopped as soon as she approached the ring? She couldn't help but be furious: "Why can't I play?" It is full of vigor and has a lot of tension.

The stewor told Zuo Zixin with a smile that she did not have the jade card of Lao Shizi who entered the ring. Zuo Zixin didn't regret it. Why didn't she wait until she took that stuff yesterday? What should she do now? Go back?

Zuo Zixin turned around and saw Shangyangjun's slight smile. She couldn't help but be angry: This guy actually laughed at himself. He must have known that he would be stopped back and let himself come over. It was really insidious.

Zuo Zixin was unwilling. He smashed the table in front of the stewer with one hand and leaned down to block the way to the ring. Anyway, she went in today.

The stewman was quite distressed and kept wiping his sweat. He said all the good words, and the woman didn't let go. Finally, a middle-aged man came out of the crowd, who was the stew of the ring that Zuo Zixin played yesterday.

She rushed forward with an arrow and almost grabbed his collar. Her first sentence was, "Where's my jade card?"

"Madam, your jade card." The stewor shook his hand, took out a jade card from his arms and handed it to Zuo Zixin.

"Hey, here you are, can I go in now?" Zuo Zixin took the jade card and threw it to the stewer, with his hands behind his back and a swindy face.

With the jade card, everything became easy, and Zuo Zixin successfully entered the ring. Her appearance aroused the boiling voice of the audience below.

"Why is it a little woman? This little woman is thin and tender. I'm afraid she can't hold on for a few times."

"Tut, it's a pity that this girl died."

"I'm afraid this little lady can't stand it. The title of white lotus evil king is not lazy to be false."

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The people below felt sorry for Zuo Zixin, the woman who had just started playing, and thought that it was impossible for her to leave the ring alive. The competition of this city's general election has long been stipulated that life and death have their own destiny. Besides, this white lotus evil king will never leave a living person in his hands.

She is already a dead person.

Zuo Zixin listened to the whispers of the people under the stage, and suddenly had an idea, and a way to make money appeared in her mind. Ha ha, this is a good business of a profitable and empty-handed white wolf, but it needs people's cooperation.

"My husband, uncle, I have a plan. People here think that I will lose. If we take this as a gamble, will we make a profit..." Zuo Zixin entered the room and prepared to inform Shangyangjun of her financial plan and let him implement it.

But Shangyangjun has no expression on his face. Doesn't he agree? Just as Zuo Zixin was about to give up, Tianyi in the crowd walked in front of Shangyangjun. After whispering, Tianyi sneaked into the crowd and indeed began to open a gambling game.

Oh! She is going to make a lot of money this time.

Zuo Zixin couldn't help but be overjoyed and looked proud.

However, because she had been standing still and suddenly giggled, which made everyone feel strange.

"This girl won't be scared, will she?"

"Oh! What are you doing standing? Hit it, hit it quickly.

"What's going on?"

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Zuo Zixin came to her senses and rolled her eyes at the audience under the stage. What is the emperor not in a hurry for the eunuch? She walked to the center of the competition, stood five meters away from Bailian Xiejun, raised her eyebrows and said, "Hey, you still owe me a spiritual stone."

Bailian Xiejun frowned and lit up the giant sword in his hand.

Zuo Zixin was unhappy. This man also wanted to back the debt, so his hands were clawed and he was ready to get a puppet black line. However, before the black line came out, she lowered her hand. Although this is the territory of evil cultivation, no one will say anything about these ghosts. However, the question is that there are still a few hypocrisy in the crowd. If they find out, won't they be exposed?

She stopped and sadly found that she could not find a weapon that could be used except this puppet line. She looked down at her hand in a daze. Does she still have to fight with her bare hands? This delicate hand is against the giant sword. No matter how you look at it, you feel that there is almost no chance of winning.

Zuo Zixin is a little want to cry now. Why didn't she think of this problem just now? This white lotus evil king is a master of Jindan. He has no ghost power. How can he be his opponent? These are not important. The important thing is that he glanced at the people who bet on the treasure under the stage and swallowed their saliva with difficulty. Could it be that she had to pay for a loss and sell it to Lingshan to dig spiritual stones and work for a thousand years.

What should I do? What should I do? Zuo Zixin's head was sweaty and his back was soaked. Forget it. Anyway, it's better to stretch out your head and shrink your head than to rush forward bravely. As for the response, let's adapt to the situation.

"Bailian Xiejun, you destroyed the house that day. You should compensate me for the mental loss in addition to the loss of the house, a total of 300,000 high-grade spiritual stones." Zuo Zixin stretched out his hand, put aside all his fears and worries, and seriously asked for the spiritual stone.

"Hmm! If you have the right to ask me again." Bailian Xiejun snorted coldly, looked at Zuo Zixin, and then suddenly pulled out the giant sword and waved it to the ground. The huge sword spirit without sword instantly became bigger and longer, and the solid sword was cut to Zuo Zixin.

Zuo Zixin hid, and the sword spirit left an extremely large crack in Zuo Zixin's original place. Zuo Zixin opened her eyes wide. If the sword was cut on her body, she was afraid that she would become a scum.

"Awesome."

"It's really worthy of being the evil king of white lotus."

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The audience below

praised.

Cut! Brutal force. Zuo Zixin has a cold face, and her figure is exquisite and agile. Why can't anyone see it? Sure enough, there are often thousands of horses, but you don't often have Bole.

Zuo Zixin secretly escaped a blow and was lucky. Unexpectedly, another sword spirit came one after another. Fortunately, Zuo Zixin reacted fast enough and hid aside.

There is no danger.

She just relaxed, and the sword spirit came like a shadow. This damn guy, he did it on purpose, didn't he? Zuo Zixin dodged and cursed. The sword spirit often flew over as soon as Zuo Zixin stood down and couldn't defend it. Although it didn't cause any substantial damage to you, it was too tired.

"What is this? Does the eagle catch chickens? There are doubts from the audience.

Catch your sister! Zuo Zixin covered her beating heart and was about to scold the speaker when suddenly there was a roar in her ear. Shit, here we go again. She didn't care about the man just now, so she went straight to the side and escaped the disaster.

No, she can't do this? Anyway, you have to counterattack? However, she has no power to bind the chicken, and she has no magic weapon on her body. I'm afraid she can't deal with him.

Zuo Zixin was still thinking about how to deal with him. He had already sneered, and the giant sword in his hand flashed. "The game is over." With that, the sword in his hand suddenly disappeared and disappeared.

Zuo Zixin stepped back two steps, opened her eyes, and gathered her ears. The giant sword is gone. Is it really gone? She can't feel the fluctuation of the sword. What should she do?

Zuo Zixin was a little panicked. The Bailian Xiejun looked at her with a smile, just like looking at a dead man. The audience under the stage also held their breath and looked forward to the arrival of that moment.

Shangyangjun's rather complarant face finally changed, a little heavy.

"Puff" The sound of a sword cutting through the air suddenly came from the right side of Zuo Zixin's ear, and she quickly turned around. The sword was so fast that it had arrived in front of Zuo Zixin in the blink of an eye.

She stretched out her hand, rolled her sleeves into a whirlpool, and kept retreating as the sword approached. Her sleeves have condensed into a transparent shield, and the aura is still accumulating on the shield, as if to make it stronger.

If you wait another minute, maybe this shield can be used, but unfortunately, this enemy will not give Zuo Zixin time. When Zuo Zixin's shield was not strong, the sword flew over and hit the spiritual shield on her chest.

After all, the spiritual shield is still immature. Under the attack of the giant sword, the tip slowly began to crack. With a bang, the aura dissipated, and the sword ran straight to poke Zuo Zixin's heart, and then a mouthful of blood spewed out and fell to the ground.

"Hey! What a pity, he died like this."

"Hey! Life and death."

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Shangyangjun's eyes narrowed, the hand in his sleeve clenched into a fist in vain, and his face was even cold, making the people around him tremble with cold.

Is she dead? How is that possible?

Bailian Xiejun looked at Zuo Zixin, who fell into the pool of blood, and his eyes showed contempt. With a wave of his hand, he withdrew the giant sword, wiped the blood stains on it, and then held it back in his arms.

Two middle-aged people appeared in the ring. They came to clean up the bodies.

"Hear down." Suddenly, there was a weak gasping sound from the ring.

What's going on?