"Then I refuse." Nanmen Feng came here to earn yuan stone. The odds are too low and there is not much profit at all. If there is no accident, the next game will be won, and then the players will be the seven layer martial artists in the real world.

    He has to admit that some people underestimate Leizhou martial arts. Now he is not absolutely sure about the seven layer martial arts in Shangzhen. It''s not worth the risk.

    "Then you can go!" the middle-aged man said coldly.

    "Wait!"

    An old man came out of box 1, leaned over and said, "if you are willing to accept the next challenge, I can change your odds to one to five."

    "The original opponent will change, but it is still the sixth floor of the real environment. Would you like to?"

    Five for one?

    Nanmen Feng bowed his head and meditated. He had won this game for more than 20000 yuan. As long as he wins the next game, it will be enough to support his temporary expenses.

    But according to the old man, this one is not easy. The next person to fight will have strong strength!

    "OK, I promise!"

    Nanmen Feng replied loudly. He also wanted to try where the current limit is. Moreover, in the later stage of Zhenjing, nanmenfeng always felt that he could cope.

    "Go and find him." the old man said and turned back to box 1.

    The middle-aged man looked stunned and clearly understood who the old man said he was. Looking down at the South Gate maple, his eyes were full of pity.

    In box 1, the middle-aged man in White said in a deep voice, "is it too urgent to find him now?"

    "No." the old man said faintly, "this boy is just to earn yuan stone. He won''t stay here for a long time. In that case, he has no use value. I hope he can win. I believe no one outside will buy that boy."

    The middle-aged man in White said, "it''s just the power behind him..."

    The old man said with a smile, "it doesn''t matter. He died in the field of life and death openly. What does it have to do with us?"

    The middle-aged man in white was silent for a moment and looked into the arena.

    When a man in black walked slowly into the arena, the crowd in the stands suddenly burst into an uproar and screamed one after another.

    "How is he!"

    "This boy is really on the second floor of the territory. Although he has strong strength, it''s too much to let him out."

    "It''s over. The boy is dead."

    "What do you care? Look at the odds. The boy is one to five. Such odds have never been seen in the fighting field."

    Someone laughed and said, "since the odds are so high, you can beat the boy to win. Although the odds of this madman are lower, it''s a business that can make a steady profit without losing. It''s early for those who want to make a yuan stone."

    The crowd was hurrying to bet.

    Mu Pengcheng was very anxious when he heard the discussion, but he couldn''t do anything. He had to press all the yuan stones into the South Gate maple.

    At this time, Mu Pengcheng didn''t think about Yuan Shi at all. He just looked at the Nanmen maple in the field and said secretly, "if you win this time, you''ll never fight again."

    The moment the man in black walked out, Nanmen Feng noticed a bloody gas. The source was the man in black who came slowly.

    He was the same age as him, but his face was terrible. Rain, ice and haze, cold and arrogant cold, is a kind of loneliness and arrogance; The cold of the man in black seems to come from bone marrow and blood.

    Without any momentum spreading, the cold seemed to exist naturally, and even the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

    "Zhenjing Level 2. Your strength is very weak, and I will still do my best. Remember, the person who killed you, Fu Zang." the man in black''s voice was cold and could not hear any emotion, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with himself.

    Nanmen Feng smiled bitterly. The odds of one to five were really hard to earn. The strength of Fu Zang absolutely exceeded that of Zhenjing.

    "Fight!" the Xuanyuan sword flashed. Up to now, there is only one war. This war can only win but not lose. Defeat means death.

    "The sword is good, but people can''t." Fu Zang said coldly. His body suddenly moved and didn''t see any action. He hit the maple at the south gate.

    What is this?

    When the maple in the south gate was stunned, Fu Zang had come in front of him and suddenly took a leisurely shot. The cold breath made Nanmen Maple tremble at the bottom of his heart and quickly waved Xuanyuan sword to meet him.

    Fu Zang''s palm was about to hit Xuanyuan sword and turned violently. Nanmen Maple only felt a flower in front of him. Fu Zang had come to his left side, and his left palm fell towards Nanmen Maple''s chest at the same time.

    Feng Yi?

    This was the first time Nanmen Feng met someone who understood the meaning of the wind as he did. He resisted the wind and eight changes unfolded. Kankan escaped a slap. Xuanyuan sword draws a virtual shadow and cuts it quickly.

    "Eh?"

    Fu Zang looked at Nanmen Feng in surprise, "you also understand the meaning of the wind. This is a little interesting."

    The dark shadow draws a faint virtual shadow, moves and jumps in the middle of the fighting field, and the South Gate Maple starts eight changes to resist the wind at the same time, and the wind meaning is integrated to the extreme. For a time, the crowd in the stands was dazzled. Mu Pengcheng was dazzled. He could only tell from color of the figure that it was Nanmen maple.

    Boom!

    The same sword idea erupted from Xuanyuan sword. The sharp sword idea gathered into a thin line and made a hissing sound in the air, like the poisonous snake spitting out its core.

    "The sword''s meaning is condensed?" Fu Zang''s look moved again. "It''s more and more interesting."

    War!

    Fu Zang''s body rushed forward like a high-speed car with a sword full of killing.

    The Xuanyuan sword shook and threw the wind. In the air, only the shadow of the sword drew a golden light and stabbed away.

    Boom!

    Sword meaning and sword meaning collided together, and the two figures shook at the same time, and then fought together again.

    The figure rotates rapidly, the long sword keeps singing, and occasionally there is a dull hum. A faint blood stain exudes from the corner of the maple mouth in the south gate. There is a huge gap in accomplishments, which can not be made up by skill methods.

    Fuzang''s Zhenyuan is strong beyond the scope of the middle stage of Zhenjing, which is not comparable to the current Nanmen maple. If the body was not strong enough, now Nanmen Maple had been defeated.

    "I''m really reluctant to kill you, but the rules don''t allow it. Let''s end it!"

    As soon as the voice fell, Fu Zang''s momentum soared and his long hair danced. The long sword in his hand suddenly rolled up a bloody light and swept towards the maple in the south gate. A strong smell of blood filled the air.

    Nanmen Maple suddenly raised a strange feeling, a feeling of being locked by the air machine. This move has no other way except hard connection.

    Kill!

    Running the whole body, the real yuan rushed into the Xuanyuan sword. The golden awn soared, and the twelfth move of throwing the wind cut out.

    Boom!

    The field was full of light and dust, and the air wave of Zhenyuan impact swept ten feet around. An embarrassed figure rushed out, blood trickled slowly along the arm, and a striking wound on the chest rolled with blood and flesh.

    Nanmen Feng stared at Fu Zang slowly walking out of the air wave, and immediately showed a smile. The latter also exuded blood on his chest.

    This move will hurt both sides.

    "You''re proud to hurt me." in Fu Zang''s cold eyes, the blood color faded, but the killing opportunity did not decrease at all.

    "It''s still that sentence. It''s too early to say."

    "Really?" Fu Zang said coldly, "if I guessed right, your internal meridians are torn and you can''t activate Zhenyuan at all. What can you do except wait for death? End!"

    He''s right. Nanmenfeng really can''t mobilize Zhenyuan at the moment, but his biggest dependence is the body. The chest wound looks particularly dazzling, but it''s just a flesh wound. It''s not a worry.

    Fight!

    A mouthful of blood spilled on the Xuanyuan sword, and the golden awn suddenly flashed and roared and cut to Fu Zang.

    "Dying struggle!" Fu Zang sneered, waved his long sword at will, and greeted him with a gas.

    Click!

    Xuanyuan sword cut off the long sword in Fu Zang''s hand, just a light meal and continued to fall towards his chest.

    "What?" Fu Zang looked frightened, screamed, stepped, and swept back quickly.

    "Go!"

    The South Gate Maple gave a loud shout and threw out the Xuanyuan sword in his hand. It was like an arrow off the string and shot out. Fu Zang felt a flash of gold in front of him, and immediately his chest was cool. He looked down and saw a hole the size of a fist and transparent in front and back in front of his chest,

    "How could this happen?"

    The frightened eyes were full of incredible color. Fu Zang never thought that he would die in the hands of a martial artist who only had the second floor of the true realm. He never thought that nanmenfeng was actually a physical trainer with the strength of the later stage of the true realm.

    If Fu Zang hadn''t been too careless in the end, it would be difficult to predict the victory or defeat of this battle!

    "My Yuan Stone!"

    After a brief silence in the stands, there was a terrible howl. No one thought that Fu Zang would be defeated in this battle. He was a martial artist who had killed the eighth floor of the real world. How could he be defeated by a person on the second floor of the real world?

    "My 3000 top grade Yuan Stone! I plan to participate in the auction in half a month. Now it''s all over!"

    "You''re a fart. I''ve pressed 8000 yuan of stone. It doesn''t matter if you hide that waste. I''ve suffered heavy losses!"

    "Don''t fucking say it. I''m pressing 30000 top-grade yuan stone."

    The crowd suddenly calmed down and looked at the man who had pressed 30000 top-grade yuan stones, full of sympathy. As long as the worst person appears, others suddenly become easy to accept.

    Mu Pengcheng trembled to the place where he bet. The odds were one to five! He pressed down all the more than 20000 top-grade yuan stones, which earned more than 100000 top-grade yuan stones.

    What is the concept of more than 100000 top-grade yuan stones? Mu Pengcheng doesn''t know. He only remembered that before he met Nanmen Feng, he had no more than 200 inferior yuan stones.

    He vaguely took the storage bag. Mu Pengcheng just swept away his consciousness and put it away. It was a hill like pile. He didn''t dare to count it, for fear that his heart would jump out if he couldn''t stand the stimulation.

    Nanmen Feng left the arena and went to the grandstand. He has no strength to continue fighting. It''s time to leave.

    At this time, the old man appeared in front of Nanmen Feng again. He handed the jade card to Nanmen Feng again and said with a smile: "Fengmen welcomes you. As long as you nod your head, you are my Fengmen disciple from now on, and you are the key disciple."

    After taking a look at the jade card, Nanmen Feng shook his head and said, "thank you for your love, but the younger generation already has a family door."

    "It doesn''t matter." the old man smiled faintly, as if he had expected, and continued: "take it. You are welcome at any time in the fighting arena."

    "Nanmen maple, let''s go." Mu Pengcheng pulled the corner of Nanmen Maple''s clothes and signaled him to refuse.

    After a little hesitation, Nanmen Feng still reached out and took the jade card. Maybe he will use it in the future. They went all the way out of the fighting arena towards Zuixian building.

    "Nanmenfeng, this place is too dangerous to fight in the future." Mu Pengcheng said anxiously.

    DANGER?