675 Rounds of Super Wars

Under the No. 10 Qingshi ring of the Magic Fighting Platform, Huangfu Binger has been watching the battle with Bai Xiuer. Although the opponents Ye Qin met in the first ten rounds were very weak, Ye Qin still felt extremely happy and excited.

Ye Qin's ten rounds of fighting were a little clever. He cheated and coaxed Yuan Jing of a group of Jindan monks, but at least he earned the first small income after the three of them came to the Southern Demon Continent.

"Sister Bing'er, Brother Ye has won more than a thousand seventh-order meta crystals, which is enough for the three of us to stay in the Magic City for a long time. However, it is not enough. "Let's find accommodation in the city" and all kinds of expenses will definitely cost a lot of Yuanjing. Brother Ye won a few more rounds. "The earned Yuanjing is enough for us to use for a long time."

Bai Xiuer [Xing] worked hard.

Yanfu Binger nodded with a smile. Her husband's ten rounds of fighting are very easy, and there should be no problem in playing seven or eight rounds. She calculated quickly in her heart that she only needed to play more than five rounds, and there would be tens of thousands of seven-order crystals, which must be enough for three people to spend a period of time.

"Today's first "Ten rounds of monks" have been born! This Ye Qin Taoist friend "received the challenge of all the Yuanying monks in the Magic City in the ring!"

The guard of the magic city who presided over the fighting method in the ring shouted out ten rounds.

In the magic arena, it suddenly caused a lot of **. The eyes of many Yuanying monks swept over the ring. Even some of them chose their lords in the Huashen period here, and they couldn't help looking at the No. 10 ring a few more times.

The number of Yuanying monks who pay attention to Ye Qin's No. 10 ring has obviously begun to increase.

Thousands of Yuan Yingkushi in this magic arena, in addition to competing in the ring, have noticed the No. 10 ring.

"Unexpectedly, there is a Yuanying monk playing ten rounds on the magic platform! Doesn't he know what ten rounds mean? Once ten rounds are played, it means challenging all the Yuanying monks in the Magic City!"

"The people who dare to play ten rounds are generally very powerful monks. However, his previous ten rounds were too clever, and the Yuanjing he bet on was also pitiful. He only played more than a thousand seventh-order Yuanjing in ten rounds.

"I don't know if he can play 20 rounds!"

"What do you play 20 rounds? Twenty rounds, I'm afraid that only a few top Yuanying genius monks can do it in the Magic City!"

The monks in the field were talking and surprised.

However, although there are many Yuanying monks trying to play under the ring, there are surprisingly few.

There is a rule that is rarely used on the magic platform. In the first ten rounds, the monks on the court can go to the stage at will to challenge the ring master. There are no restrictions. Some low-level monks can go up and fill the number. However, once there are more than ten rounds of fighting in a row, you will step into a new threshold and automatically get the title of "Ten Rounds of Magic Fighting Platform".

The next fight will become extremely serious.

Only the strong monks who have also played ten rounds of battles are qualified to compete with Ye Qin.

That is to say, after Ye Qin played ten rounds, those golden elixir monks who are cats and dogs are forbidden to come to power." Even ordinary Yuanying monks are no longer qualified to challenge him. Only the Yuanying monks who have played ten rounds in the Magic City can go to the ring to challenge Ye Qin and carry out higher-level challenges.

And every time Ye Qin defends one more time, his title will also be automatically promoted to "Eleven rounds of Magic Fighting Platform, Twelve Rounds..., Monk".

Ye Qin just came to the Demon City to not know the custom of the Demon Fighting Platform, and he has never seen other monks fight more than ten rounds. Seeing that there were no monks on the stage in the court, he was a little puzzled, but he still stood quietly in the ring waiting for other Yuanying monks to challenge.

This is nearly half an hour.

In the magic arena, a small group of seven or eight beautiful and arrogant male and female monks gathered together.

One of them, led by a woman in red, lived in seclusion.

They are all the cultivation of the middle and late period of Yuanying. There are various mountains and rivers logos on the sleeves and corners of the clothes. The monks of the Demon City know that this is the special power logo of the god lord. Only the direct line and cronies of the lord can use the same logo.

Each of these signs on their clothes represents a famous lord of the Magic City. They are monks with a strong family background.

The ordinary monks around are all knowledgeable and don't dare to get close to this group of Yuanying monks.

"There is another one in the Magic City, ten rounds of monks, ttut, I'm afraid there will be many ten rounds of monks who are interested and have a good show today!"

"This guy is so shameless" took some Jindan monks and low-priced Yuanying monks to charge the number and rushed to ten rounds. He probably wants to be famous in the Magic City so that the lord can take a fancy to him and give him a good salary!"

Among them, a man in a purple gold shirt sneered contemptuously. "Who sent a subordinate to abuse him! Let him sweep his face and know that it's not so easy to fool around in the Demon City." "Brother Cao, this man Yuanying has nine levels of cultivation and is proficient in fighting. He should have some strength. If you send any subordinates, I'm afraid you can't deal with him!"

Another white-shirted monk is very idle," he said with a smile.

"If this person really has strength, he will not use that shameless means. He bet so little on Yuanjing that he was afraid of being remembered by other strong Yuanying. Since you don't want to go out, I'll send someone up!"

The man in purple gold looked at the woman in red and saw that she did not object, so he made a slight gesture to the monks around him. In the crowd, he has his own men.

Immediately, there was a male monk who looked like a follower. He flew to the No. 10 ring and reported his name. "I am under the throne of Lord Cao, the ten-round monk Yang Ying of the magic fighting platform" Yuanying is on the eighth floor, please!" He handed over a bag of seven-order Yuanjing, and then summoned a In an instant, a fierce smell of mana surged out with the man as the center.

This self-proclaimed follower, Yang Ying, watched Ye Qin's previous games and also despised Ye Qin's "speculative" approach. His ten rounds of battle was a real victory over ten opponents of the same level, without any water.

Ye Qin had no time to greet the challenger. He waved his hand. "In addition to a gold-based small magic power-level flying sword, "Golden Eye Feather Mang Sword", there is also a wooden magic power flying sword, "Qinghai Fury Tide Sword," is already circling around.

The water sword just restrained Yang Ying's fire knife.

Yang Ying was shocked and hurriedly threw another fire magic weapon from the storage bag.

But the monk's fighting method is not a matter of having more magic weapons, but requires the cooperation of the imperial sword. Without the cooperation of the formula, there are too many magic weapons. It's just messy. It can't form a joint force. Because there is always a limit to the mana output of a monk at one time. At the same time, the more magic weapons are controlled, the less mana allocated to each magic weapon will be, and the power of each mana will naturally become weaker.

In addition, the more magic weapons you control, the higher the consciousness you need. At first, the monk had only one divine consciousness and could only control one magic weapon. You can practice the divine consciousness, dividing one divine consciousness into two, two into four, and four into eight. The higher the number of splits, the more difficult it is to split.

The monk who only controls one magic weapon can also defeat the monk of several magic weapons.

Ye Qin's purple sword can control eight flying swords, and the power of forming a complete set of sword array is far from comparable to the simple eight flying swords.

He only has two handles now, and he has restrained Yang Ying.

The two only fought with each other, and the simple fighting method was played against each other, and Yang Ying showed her defeat.

Generally speaking, Yuanying monks who can play ten rounds basically have some strength and belong to the higher-grade Yuanying monks. But for Ye Qin, it's not enough at all.

Just like the ghost master, who can rank first in the immortal world in the East China Sea, is just a part of death.

Ye Qin dealt with opponents like Yang Ying. If he is serious, he can basically kill him in seconds.

Even the many Jindan monks and Yuanying monks who watched the battle under the stage can clearly see that Ye Qin did not show much strength easily. Yang Ying has been suppressed and the left and right support is clumsy.

"Yang Ying, come down, don't be ashamed on the stage!" ...Change to a challenger!" Get out of here, it's so useless. "I've cost you hundreds of yuan to beat you!" The monks under the stage shouted loudly.

Yang Ying was under greater pressure on the stage. Under the ridicule of many monks, he dodged and fell into the ring to admit defeat. After all, he doesn't fight with Ye Qin. "If he dies on the stage and doesn't admit defeat, he will be killed by his opponent in anger.

"The eleventh round of Ye Qinsheng!", the guard of the magic city who presided over the ring, loudly announced the result.

Many monks under the stage were noisy, and their mood began to rise.

Although the fight ended quickly, the monks in the field finally saw some ways.

The nine-story monk of Yuanying, who claims to be Ye Qin, is definitely stronger than expected. If the previous ten rounds are a little casual, but now, there has been a "Ten Round Yuanying Monk" who has been defeated, which is enough to prove that Ye Qin's strength matches the title of "Ten Rounds of Magic Fighting Platform".

The next fight will be more exciting because after Ye Qin defeated Yang Ying, he has been automatically promoted to "Eleven Rounds of Monks of Magic Fighting Platform".

Now, only those who have obtained the "Eleventh Round of Monks" are qualified to challenge Ye Qin. However, the "Ten Rounds of Monks" have lost the qualification to challenge Ye Qin.

The existence of this strict rule ensures that the strength of the monks and the title of the magic platform match each other to the greatest extent." There will be no challenge for low-level monks to go to the stage, and the number of people will appear. For each additional round of the number of rounds, the opponent's level is absolutely higher.

This is the essence of the rotation of war.

After the seventeenth and eighth rounds, the Yuanying monks at this level have become extremely rare.

"I lost so soon!" The man in the purple gold shirt held the magic fan tightly" and his face became a little embarrassed.

And the white-shirted man was in a good mood at this time. He laughed and said, "Brother Cao, I told him that he had some ability. You still don't believe it. He only sent one of you to challenge and gave him rounds for nothing. Why don't you just go up and kick him out of the ring?! "Hmm, this guy pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger" with some shameless means."

The man in the purple gold shirt didn't look well. He stared at the ring and was obviously angry.

However, as an experienced monk of the magic platform, he will not easily go to the ring. Even the bottom line of the opponent's strength has not been figured out. How can it go up? At least you have to wait until you see your strength and means clearly and are sure before you go to the challenge. Just now, his subordinate Yang Ying did not force Ye Qin's strength at all.

"Ha ha, the boy surnamed Ye did hide a lot of strength, so he had a smooth journey to the 11th round. Why don't you make a bet? Let's see how many rounds of defeat this person can defend. I bet him less than 17 rounds with a grain of eleven-order yuan crystal!"

The man in white smiled and said to the woman in red in the middle, "Sister Dou, how many rounds do you think he can defend?"

"19 rounds!"

The woman in red said lightly, "Nineteen rounds are already hundreds of top monks. Only ten monks in the late Yuanying period have guarded 20 rounds in the whole magic city. My ancestors are exploring their territory and need manpower. If he can defend the 19th round, I will recruit him to play under my command.

The white-shirted man's face also changed slightly and smiled.