Chapter 192 Magic Practice

In the first minute, the bastards resisted the deadly blow of the destroyer with ice, killed the destroyer with one punch, and immediately set off a wave of cheers in the audience.

"Match, bastard, bastard..." Such a sound resounded through the sky and was deafening. When everyone shouts this name, it is full of ** and love. This word is endowed with golden value in an instant, and every practice seems to be proud of shouting.

This is the power of idols, and it is also the resistance of weak and lowly people to strong pressure. It is also a kind of catharsis and a kind of liberation, and it is also a roar that the low-level practitioners who account for more than 90% of the whole fighting arena. This shout made all the superiors in the north stand in the field aware that the power of low-level martial artists should not be underestimated.

The seventh victory of the bastard came so refreshingly that the 10 to 1 odds of this game live up to its name. The bettors don't gain much, but this does not affect their immersion in this victory.

Then, the shout of "the eighth scene, hybrid freedom" sounded again in the field, with a wave of momentum, and the popularity of the hybrids reached its peak.

After winning, the bastard maintained a consistent indifference, did not say a word or make any interactive action to the whole audience, so he silently walked off the high platform. In the corner of the field, there stood a team of warriors in Huwei Hall, five people, responsible for all matters of the hybrids in the arena. These people have been responsible for him since he was sold to Huweitang and taken to the fighting arena by Huweitang.

Several disciples in the fighting arena recarfed the bastard. A man patted him on the shoulder and shouted "powerful", and then handed it over to the Huweitang team. The people of Huweitang prepared a bucket of water, and a pharmacist was responsible for dealing with possible injuries in the fight.

The bastard instantly destroyed the destroyer, and naturally there are no scars left by the destroyer on his body. Some of him are just because of the cracks of his skin caused by ice, and there are countless small cracks on the skin like rocks, as if the stone has been weathered. In addition, there is the blood splashed by the destroyer.

A pharmacist came to treat the cracks caused by ice, which was gently pushed away by him. He took a cloth towel, dipped it in the water in the bucket, and silently scrubbed the blood stains on his body. The water washed his body, and the cracks caused by the ice on his body slowly recovered.

It seems that the bastards rarely communicate with this team, but the days of getting along with each other still make them have some kind of tacit understanding.

Yun Zheng looked down from the elegant position of the Beast Hall, and he could just see this scene. When the bastard looked up, Yun Zheng could feel his knife-like gray eyes coming, and he seemed to see himself.

"A four-stage sporadic warrior was killed in an instant. The bastard is too powerful. I think... he will definitely achieve the eighth victory!" Han Yue said excitedly and was full of confidence in his judgment.

"I hope so." Yun Zheng doesn't want to destroy Han Yue's mood.

The high platform in the field has been cleaned up, and the next step will usher in a competition between the refiner who has won five games in a row and the butcher who has won three games in a row. First of all, the butcher with four-stage and two-star cultivation came on the stage. This guy was originally a scattered martial artist with high talent, but because of his personality defects, he was addicted to killing and was called a butcher.

The butcher was captured and imprisoned by the king of Liangzhou for his cruel means of murder, but he was used by the king of Xiaoliang in the arena. King Liang promised that as long as the butcher won eight games in a row in the arena, he would be chartered to join the border city army and give him a chance to become a new man.

For the butcher, it doesn't matter whether he is a human or not. As long as he is given a chance to keep him in a state of killing, he will be satisfied. Therefore, he is very grateful to King Liang and his son for their hard work and killing very carefully in the previous few fighting skills. In his shadow replay, after killing his opponent in every victory, the butcher will carefully kill him again and interpret his understanding of the killing in a dismembered way. Every time he completes his work, the butcher will celebrate the victory with a creepy smile.

Those scenes made Yun Zheng feel disgusting. Han Yue's face turned pale and turned around and didn't look. The audience in the scene booed, "beast", "perverted monster", "kill him", and other calls came one after another.

The butcher is not tall, looks even a little thin, and his back is slightly hump, looking depressed, but his eyes are as evil as bloodthirsty bats. The weapon of his left hand is a scarlet hook, and his right hand is a snowy knife with jagged back. The close-fitting green armor is shiny, like snakeskin with mucus, which makes people chill. More feelings are disgusting.

Time is passing. Liu Zhi, a fat man who hurried out to collect information, did not come back, and the old god grandpa who was secretly instructed back by Yun Zheng did not do anything. Yun Zheng estimated that it had been at least 20 minutes since he walked out of the door of the elegant room.

Yun Zheng said that if Liu Zhi can't delay, he will definitely miss the matter. The balance of victory and defeat may have a certain tilt in those minutes.

The shouts on the field suddenly rose, and unexpectedly changed a tone. From the disgust when the butcher appeared on the stage, it returned to excitement, and the wave-like sound sounded again.

Yun Zheng knows that he must have made a demon.

The mysterious demon refining is a local martial artist with three five-star to eight-star cultivation, but he can win five unbeaten games in a row. It must be said that this is a miracle. This has also accumulated a lot of popularity for him. Although it is not as good as everyone's expectations for hybrids, it far exceeds other fighters. In the recent fighting arena, the mysterious demon refining is definitely the second killer after the bastard.

The tall figure of refining demons appeared on the high platform, moving forward step by step, and the heavy footsteps seemed to shake everyone's heart. The demon was covered under thick iron armor, and only his eyes were exposed on his head, shining coldly from time to time. The demon who showed his body was armored, like a moving fortress. The powerful murderous atmosphere suddenly produced a kind of pressure that made people breathless.

This figure, this momentum, suddenly raised a sense of familiarity in Yun Zheng's heart. The demon-like figure is still fresh in my memory. That war can be said to be a battle of life and death. In Yunzheng's mind, everything that happened at the foot of Luming Mountain is like a tide and can be recalled uncontrollably.

"...like that devil..." Han Yue showed an incredible expression and shook her head slightly. Seeing the figure of demon refining, the thorny horror felt clear again.

Suddenly, the door of Yajian was opened, and the fat man Liu Zhixing rushed in and gasped, "Master Yun... Master Yun, I'm back. Everything has been found out, that demon refining..."

At this time, the butcher's harsh laughter suddenly came from the scene. He was leaning down and bouncing like a green lizard to the center of the field. The demon refiner on the opposite stood like a mountain and slowly pulled out a long scythe from the Tibetan ring.

This signature weapon is really eye-catching.

Yun Zheng couldn't help laughing, "Master Liu, I know the origin of this demon refining."

"...Ah?! It's really him, Commander Fu!" Han Yue was shocked.

The strong demon refining brought by the strong appearance has made Yun Zheng and Han Yue feel very familiar. When he pulled out the giant long sickle, it made the two more certain about his true identity. He was the leader who left the lord of Hongye City without saying goodbye.

Commander Fu, who was originally under the command of Mo Feng, the owner of Hongye City, had many unknown past events. Shortly after the Luming Mountain War, he left the city owner's mansion without saying anything about his whereabouts. I didn't expect to meet an old friend at the Liangzhou City Fighting Arena, which surprised Yun Zheng and Han Yue.

Liu Zhi stared at his little eyes and said, "Master Yun, Miss Han Yue, this guy is indeed the leader Fu who once lurked in the master's mansion of Hongye City. I have found out the situation. About a month ago, he introduced himself to the son of King Liang, and then he was used by the fighting arena by the son. His actual cultivation is three eight stars, which does not look too high, but the instantaneous outbreak of force is very strong, and some four martial artists can't stop his thunderbolt. This guy seems to be from the Red Lotus Pavilion, which ranks fourth in the cloud list.

"Master Liu, you seem to have timed out, but there should be still time." Yun Zheng looked at him and continued, "How's the other situation?"

"It's not easy. This information has invalidated me of 10,000 crystal lower grades, which can suppress 100 bets." Liu Zhi wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked solemn. "It seems that I'm really careless and don't pay enough attention to this fighting skill. It's really hard to imagine that in addition to refining demons and the small martial arts sect with the right to belong to hybrids, the real * is actually the son of the King of Liang. This is equivalent to the son of Liang's manipulation of the life and death power of both bastards and demons at the same time, turning his hands over for the clouds and rain, and you can do it at will. This son is really calculating.

"It's so true. He's too sinister!" Han Yue was very angry.

Yun Zheng was not surprised by this result, which was already expected. What we need to know now is how the prince of Liang will end this high-profile fight and win countless wealth off the court.

Only heard Liu Zhi continue to say, "... I learned from those spies who specialize in news that now the bastard continues to rise in the eighth game, with more than 1 million bets, and less than 150,000 bets on the demon. Three to one, from this, it can be inferred that if this duel alone is defeated in the demon refining battle, the son of Liang will lose more than 300,000 bets, which is a low-level top grade of 30 million crystals!"

"What if the son of the world lets the demons win?" Yun Zheng played with the teacup in his hand, looked at the direction of the Huweitang team in the field, and thought quickly.