Chapter 272

"Ten Liang silver, I'll buy eshulansheng." There was a crowd immediately.

"Ten Liang silver, I buy blue heart rain win." Then there was the silver.

"Idiot, haven't you heard that the God's servant is eight layers of fighting spirit?" The former man reproached.

"But others blue heart rain has three levels of monsters."

"There is no use for the third level monster. The fighting spirit is the most important thing for this kind of strength competition, unless her monster can be stronger."

As the audience wagered and talked, most of them still chose eshulan. The former man was right. The use of the third level monster in the battle of the strong at this level is not very obvious.

Of course, Ling Chuxi also heard these comments, but what she thought was another thing. When it comes to fighting spirit, with the help of tianluodan, LAN Xinyu is now eight levels of fighting spirit, which is no worse than that of eshulan. Besides, there are three levels of fighting wolves. It should be safe to win.

But when she thought about eshulan's sword, Ling Chuxi felt a little uneasy. At first, she had a special reminder from the bald fat man's yard. Later, she saw the power of the sword. It was just a small sword in the mother's sword. One sword broke the Golden Whip of blue Xinyu. How strong should the two swords be in one?

"We met again. I'm sorry about last time." E Shulan looked at the blue heart rain, gentle face full of God to serve the daughter should be kind and love.

"I always remember what happened last time. You don't have to put it in front of me. I can see clearly what kind of goods you are." Blue heart rain scornfully looked at her. She was not deceived by the gentleness on her face, but she had seen the insidious and vicious nature of the goddess's servant girl. Just a word of discord would have ruined her face. If not for Ling Chuxi's warning at the critical moment, her face would now end up like that whip.

E Shulan clearly saw the disdain in LAN Xinyu's eyes and gave a cold hum in her heart. If it wasn't for Ling Chuxi's sake, she wouldn't deliberately put down her posture and make love to LAN Xinyu. Since she didn't accept it, she couldn't blame herself.

In the arena, the referee rings the brass bell to announce the start of the game.

The gambling house also stopped betting. Everyone was quiet and looked at the stage nervously and expectantly.

Blue heart rain wrist a shake, gold whip pa a light ring, in the air across a beautiful golden arc, the whole person for a moment more than a sense of heroism.

E Shulan slowly drew out his sword. Including Ling Chuxi's content, it is the first time for all of us to see the true face of the sword given by the temple. On the beautiful sword, there is a water of Qinghua that is as clean as the moonlight. The sword comes out of its sheath and emits a trilling sound, which seems to have a special sense of flexibility.

"Good sword!" Fu Chengyu praised in a soft voice. As a prince, he was born out of the ordinary, and he had a very strong strength. His vision was not bad. Even he praised it. Of course, this sword was not ordinary.

Ling Chuxi was also slightly surprised. The dexterity of this sword can be compared with the previous falling dust sword. However, after being tempered by the sky thunder, there is a strange smell in the falling dust sword now. It seems that a awakened soul is hidden in the depth of the sword, but it is hard to touch.

Although it can't compare with the current falling dust sword, it is difficult for LAN Xinyu to win because of his eight layers of fighting spirit and the spirituality of the sword.

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!