Chapter 587

The caste youth who hurried towards Zhan Feng looked very dignified, and his mind was full of the battle between Qin Huan and Wang Chuang.

The onlookers were in a daze. Perhaps the disciples in the duel field were immersed in the atmosphere of battle and didn't think much, but the caste youth clearly saw Qin Huan's strength in the eyes of the onlookers.

Especially Qin Huan's last blow shocked the caste youth. He saw several kinds of blood in Qin Huan and saw Qin Huan's strength. In particular, several light curtains broke continuously, which frightened the caste youth.

What made the caste youth more frightened was that Qin Huan broke out stronger in the last collision. The whole person seemed to be at the peak, which made the caste youth unable to believe. Even if he was hit hard in that collision.

It can be said that although the caste youth did not watch the war with their own eyes, it can be concluded from the memory crystal stone that this madman is definitely an evil spirit at the same level as senior brother Wan, and song Xianglong will be defeated once he confronts!

If it is normal, caste youth will not intervene. After all, it is impossible for people to live without a defeat. Moreover, defeat will bring great gains.

But this time is different. Once the war is defeated, song Xianglong will give Qin Huan shoes in the future. Although he doesn't really carry shoes, this reputation will accompany song Xianglong all his life!

Song Xianglong is young and energetic. I'm afraid he will be greatly hit. Once a heart demon is formed, it is likely to destroy song Xianglong.

Even if song Xianglong carried it down, can tangtangyin Shengyang diezong's Quasi sequence son carry shoes to an ordinary disciple? This is enough to make it difficult for song Xianglong to look up all his life.

Therefore, the caste youth now have only one idea in mind, that is to stop the gambling. Only in this way can they turn the tide. Even if they are ridiculed and lose without fighting, it is better than song Xianglong's real defeat!

When the caste youth arrived at the duel field, the duel field was still overcrowded, and the sound of startling discussion formed a sound wave diffusion.

The caste youth swept through many disciples, and his eyes fell on Song Xianglong, who was dignified on the waiting table. He pondered a little. His eyes moved to Qin Huan, who was sitting in the huge pit of the duel field and full of white hair.

There was a huge whirlpool of Taoist spirit power over Qin Huan. It was like a hundred rivers returning to the sea and merging into Qin Huan's head.

Seeing the duel ground reduced to a huge pit, the caste youth looked dignified gradually. When he really realized that Qin Huan's cultivation was the peak of kowtowing to Taoism, the caste youth still had a dreamlike feeling.

Looking back on his peak, looking at this madman, the caste youth have a sense of frustration.

The peak cultivation of kowtow realm has such a cultivation, even in the history of Yin born Yang dead sect.

The caste youth did not immediately stop or warn song Xianglong, but lay dormant in the crowd and waited for the right time.

Three days later.

Qin Huan, who was sitting in the pit, opened his eyes. Compared with before, Qin Huan's face was more pale. With his white hair, the whole man looked more old.

Qin Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he was happy. No matter how long he could stay in this secret place of life and death, at least he didn't have to worry about his contribution.

Qin Huan stood up slowly and his body soared into the air. Qin Huan looked at the waiting table indifferently, not only stunned.

There were 99 people waiting for the battle. I don't know when there were only two left... One of them was song Xianglong.

Qin Huan was stunned. In his opinion, even if the war with Wang Chuang shocked everyone, there should be some unwilling disciples running up to challenge. But now... There is no one, which makes Qin Huan confused.

Qin Huan didn't know that after the final collision between him and Wang Chuang, no one could afford to fight except song Xianglong.

Wang Chuang, the second in the battle list, was knocked unconscious, but Qin Huan was just like nothing... How dare these disciples fight Qin Huan?

Even if you are no longer willing, no matter how much you love gambling, you can only bear it. If you can't take a move or a half on the duel field, won't it become a laughing stock?

Those who can give 100000 contribution points are people with extraordinary status. Therefore, few are willing to become the laughing stock of others.

Qin Huan thought for a moment and shouted, "second!"

The noisy duel field was silent for a moment. Qin Huan's voice echoed in the whole duel field, but no one came to the duel field.

Seeing this, Qin Huan said calmly, "after 100% interest, the right should abstain!"

Soon, after a hundred breath, no one came to the duel field. Qin Huan said casually, "third!"

"Fifth!"

"Ninth!"

……

"Fifty eighth!"

When Qin Huan called 87, the disciple of Hou Zhanxi and song Xianglong raised his feet and took a step. His face was full of hesitation. Looking at Qin Huan, who stood aloof in the air, the disciple took a deep breath and took back his steps.

Qin Huan glanced at the disciple, then his eyes fell on Song Xianglong and continued to shout, "eighty nine..."

"Ninety five!"

……

Qin Huan's voice echoed in the duel. All the disciples were shocked. They didn't expect that no one would dare to fight Qin Huan. This is equivalent to Qin Huan getting astronomical contributions without effort

This made countless disciples feel bad. I'm afraid it's the easiest contribution point ever made... It's funny that I thought this man was crazy before.

As for the disciple who "added fuel to the fire", he had already fled Zhanfeng in fear. He was not afraid of Qin Huan's trouble, but that those who participated in the gambling would miss him.

"The hundredth!"

When Qin Huan called out a hundred, his eyes fell on Song Xianglong. To Qin Huan's slight difference, song Xianglong, who had a dignified face before, was resolute.

As song Xianglong walked slowly to the duel ground, a thick voice sounded: "wait!!"

Song Xianglong, who had not taken a few steps, was shocked when he heard the sound. He quickly looked back at the direction of the sound source. They also turned their heads in doubt.

"As a quasi preface Liezi of Yin Sheng Yang death sect, why do you have to fight with ordinary disciples? Do you think there are no religious rules in your eyes?" a thick voice echoed in the whole duel field, and the speaker was a caste youth.

After hearing this, they all looked greatly changed. They looked at Song Xianglong, who had reached the edge of the duel field.

"The quasi sequence of Yin, Yang and death sect? Second only to the quasi sequence of the nine sequences?" the people stared at Song Xianglong in shock.

Some people have guessed song Xianglong's identity before, but no one thought song Xianglong's background was so big.

Although it is a quasi sequence Liezi, this is a quasi sequence Liezi of Yin Sheng Yang death sect, an evil spirit against the sky above all generations of Liezi!

Song Xianglong turned his head and looked at the gloomy caste youth. He was stunned, wanted to talk and stopped. He pondered for a long time and said, "senior brother Chong, I have a gambling game with him..."

"Bold, don't you want to ignore the religious rules? Don't you come with me? If you want to bet, you can bet again when he is promoted in the future." the caste youth shouted fiercely.

Song Xianglong's face is full of discontent, but he was brought up by a caste youth and dare not easily disobey a caste youth. But if he doesn't fight today, will he become a laughing stock for others?

After hesitating for a long time, song Xianglong said, "elder martial brother Chong, even if I violate the religious rules, I will fight with him!"

The caste youth twitched on his face and said sternly: "the noble Yin Sheng Yang death sect must be in order to compete with an ordinary disciple... If it comes out, you will lose your face! Don't you come with me? Do you want to invite the master?"

Song Xianglong trembled violently, clenched his teeth, and the struggle on his face became more and more intense. After a long time, he took a deep breath, turned his head to Qin Huan, and said sternly, "our gambling game will be postponed. When you become a quasi leader of the tenth generation, it will be the day of our war!" after that, song Xianglong forced his head and left.

According to the clan rules, the quasi sequencers of Yin, Yang and death are not allowed to fight with the disciples under the quasi sequencers of all generations!

Qin Huan's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at the caste youth. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, showing a smile. How could he not see the purpose of the caste youth? But he won't point out. A war with Wang Chuang has eaten him back, and it will take a long time to recover.

In addition, the goal has been achieved, and it's no fun to continue playing. It's better to adjust the state to the extreme and prepare for the sprint of eternal peak in a few months.