Chapter 572

"More than four Dan prescriptions, one each?"

The old man of Tangmen suddenly realized that he had taken a fancy to his own danfang of Tangmen.

If it's just a Shen Yuan Dan Fang, the elder of Tang clan can make the main bet, but if there are three kinds of Dan Fang in the back, he should consider it.

The old man squints his eyes and carefully examines Qin Yichen. It's definitely a genuine jiedan period. He is a little suspicious. Can Qin Yichen really drink the first World War in the later period of Huaying period?

But this probability is too low. It's beyond a big level. Generally, it's beyond a small level. That's a great genius.

Since the probability of winning is high, and the bet on three top-grade spirit weapons is not low compared with that of Dan Fang, the old man of Tang clan decided to gamble, but he still had to look at his own idea of Tang Yishui, and now look at Tang Yishui.

Tang Yishui nods his head with a sneer. In his opinion, the Murong elder's brain is pretty funny and bewildered. Is the Tang clan's Dan Fang so easy to take?

Let a jiedan period challenge itself. It's not a gift. What is it?

Up to now, he only has a medium level spirit weapon. If he can get a high level spirit weapon, his strength will definitely be greatly improved.

But this Murong family should not be so stupid, so full support of Qin Yichen?

But think of the precious of the top grade spirit, Tang Yishui eyes hot licked his lips, a greedy face.

Seeing that Tang Yishui was confident, the old man of Tang clan no longer hesitated and said, "yes, I can promise this bet."

With that, the old man of the Tang clan was afraid that the Murong family would repent, and he used the power of divine consciousness to condense a soul contract.

The soul contract is a kind of promise, which is protected by the way of heaven. Once someone violates the contract, it will be unknown, and absolutely no one dares to violate it.

Murong Qiang signed the soul contract with the other party without hesitation.

Seeing the soul contract turned into a light spot and disappeared, Qin Yichen finally showed a satisfied smile.

"Idiot."

Murong Fu took a cold look at Tang Yishui. Although he and Qin Yichen didn't deal with each other, he still didn't come out to destroy them in the face of other forces. Seeing that the soul contract came into effect, Murong Fu hummed coldly.

Tang Yishui naturally heard Murong Fu's words, but in his heart, it must be Qin Yichen, not him.

I just don't know who the fool is——

As time went by, almost all the participants arrived. Suddenly, the sound of war drums came from the square. The drum sound was full of the spirit of killing and thundering.

With the sound of the drum, a flying magic weapon with a height of 100 Zhang breaks through the clouds and falls rapidly. The rune on the flying magic weapon flashes and is wrapped with hazy light. On the spaceship, thirteen people, led by three old men in white, fall slowly.

Although the spaceship is still high in the sky, Qin Yichen still feels a strong pressure.

"The period of looting?"

Qin Yichen can't judge the strength of the first three, but his realm is definitely stronger than that of Murong Ji in the Mahayana period. Even Weng Zixuan, who has refined the dragon's blood, is not the opponent of the other side.

"This is the elder of Tianyan clan, the old monster of Huajie period. You all respect him." Murong Qiang's face was dignified, and he spoke out to dispel doubts.

Even Weng Zixuan, also felt the strong pressure, staring at the three people in the air.

The spaceship stopped steadily. As soon as the old man at the front pointed out, a beam of light suddenly disappeared into the battle platform, and the array was activated, which made it shine.

Ten altars were raised on each platform, which was higher than the battle platform. There were mottled bloodstains on the altars, giving off a strong sense of killing.

In the face of the numerous altars, many people's eyes became hot and ready to move.

"Is this the stage?"

Qin Yichen's eyes are also very hot. Through the study of Qizong array, Qin Yichen has reached a high level of quality in the field of array. He can see that this altar is the only way to enter the platform. If he wants to stay on the platform, he must occupy an altar.

Every battle platform has ten altars. If you make an altar, there will be 90 people. That is to say, if there are thousands of people present, only 90 people will be selected, or even less.

With a wave of his hand, the leader of the old man said, a disc was floating in the air, a bit similar to the meridian in ancient China. "In a quarter of an hour, those who can still stand on the altar can participate in the finals."

At the old man's command, the disc slowly flows, and part of it turns into a shadow. Obviously, when the disc turns into a shadow, it will take a quarter of an hour.

When the old man's voice fell to the ground, some people couldn't bear it and went straight to the altar. Thousands of people rushed to the altar, just like locusts passing through. Some people even hit people around them on the way.

Of course, there are also many people who have not moved. Now it is just beginning. It is not necessary to fight for it. It is wise to wait for some people to lose their fighting power and go up again.

The altar is as high as five feet, just enough for the next person to stand on it. Finally, someone came near the altar and jumped like stepping on the stage. But at this moment, a curtain of light suddenly popped up and a huge force swept over.

This force is very abrupt. Many people are directly ejected by the light curtain and fall to the ground. They have already suffered a lot of injuries.

"This altar has array."

Some people exclaim that they don't dare to make trouble. The power of this array is not small, which is equivalent to the full blow of the infant experts. This is to eliminate some people who are too weak and save time.

Soon, many people promoted the formation and were directly injured by the force of the formation.

Of course, some people easily ascended the altar. A white dress woman, graceful and graceful, easily defeated the array and landed on the altar.

Another young man, carrying a long sword, was sacrificed with one sword. The light of the sword surged like a flying immortal. He flew dozens of people in an instant, broke the array and stepped on the altar.

"This is the man of cangyue sword sect and Luo family?"

Someone recognized the mark on their clothes and couldn't help exclaiming.

This is the gap in strength. They can ignore the power of the array, but most people can't even get on the stage.

"Boy, I'll wait for you."

The young man of the Tang clan also moved. His body swayed and his steps flickered. He rushed to an altar. He avoided the altar where a man and a woman were. Obviously, he knew that if he stayed at that altar, he would not have a chance to enter the top ten.

With a man and a woman on the stage, many young light Junjie also moved, but there is a tacit understanding of the two did not choose the location.

Obviously, the strength of the two is absolutely outstanding, no one wants to meet them too early.

Soon, Murong Fu also moved. He chose a platform where no one was on the stage and rushed up. Along the way, he almost broke through the blockade of the crowd with brute force, broke the array on the altar with one sword and easily reached the top.

Qin Yichen smile, wrong step, body shape like a ghost general forward, body constantly twist, avoid one by one children.

"Stay."

Let Qin Yichen depressed is, he close to the platform, suddenly a sword light to him cut down, with a bright red awn.

"In the late stage of infanticide?"

Qin Yichen eyebrow a pick, the other side and his distance is not short, why will to oneself hand.

"Is it for yourself?"

Qin Yichen is suspicious, but the speed on his hand is not slow. He points his finger fiercely, which is comparable to the physical strength of the spirit beast's body in the infant period. In a flash, he points hard on the sword.

"Click."

The sword burst into pieces, and the spirit of the sword overflowed. With a cold hum, Qin Yichen rushed to the altar without stopping.

The altar lit up a white light, and a huge force hit Qin Yichen. Qin Yichen pointed out again in the weakest part of the battle. The white light was split like a bubble and turned into countless rays.

Qin Yichen fell neatly on the platform and suddenly felt a force that seemed to imprison him and affect his speed.

"Is there still the power of confinement?"

Qin Yichen is speechless. In this way, the sooner those who rush to the altar, they will all bear this influence. If they are not careful, they will be defeated and fall down the altar.

However, Qin Yichen didn't pay attention to this array. With his physical strength comparable to that of the baby, the power of this kind of imprisonment can be ignored. Instead, he looked at the person who had attacked him before.

Qin Yichen's eyes narrowed slightly. This is a young man with gloomy eyes and cold breath. He holds a blood red dagger in his hand and stares at Qin Yichen.

Jiang Wu's eyes are gloomy. He is an expert in the later stage of Huaying period. He thought it was an insult for Jiang Bin to let him deal with a little man in jiedan period. He thought that Qin Yichen's life could be killed by a random blow, but Qin Yichen broke his attack at will.

It seems that he really belittled each other. Thinking of this, Jiang Wu's figure rose and fell several times, and his short sword kept waving.

Every time Jiang Wu makes a move, someone will step back. Jiang Wu's move is extremely tricky. Not only the angle of his sword is strange and unpredictable, but also his attack is extremely fierce. One move can make the warrior lose his fighting power.

By the time Jiang wuchong reached the bottom of Qin Yichen, dozens of people had fallen to the ground and lost the ability to attack the altar.

Rushing to the battlefield, Jiang Wu's eyes flashed a killing opportunity. His short sword waved and chopped out, and his sharp sword broke through the air.

Qin Yichen frowns slightly, he has not gone to the other party to settle accounts, the other party is to find himself first.

However, in the later period of Hua Ying, Qin Yichen didn't pay attention to it. As soon as he turned his hand, Tian Xuan sword was already in his hand. The golden sword was surging and rolling, and he chopped at Jiang Wu.

"Sonorous."

The air of the sword is surging and the light of the broken sword is rampant. Many people with poor strength are scared to give way.

This blow, two people are just testing, didn't give full strength, the next moment Jiang Wu has already soared out of the air, the short sword in hand fiercely sacrifice.

As soon as the short sword comes out, the blood color of the sword will spread all over the world like a cloud of blood, and the altar will be covered in an instant. Even the onlookers will feel cold and cold, as if they are about to fall into blood.

The fierce aura swept out, with a fierce killing opportunity, this is not to beat Qin Yichen down the altar, but to kill Qin Yichen.

Jiang Wu's attack is totally different from that before. It completely stimulates the power of the top class spirit weapon. His sword is extremely fast. He doesn't give Qin Yichen the chance to escape, but forces Qin Yichen to fight hard.

In the face of the terrible surge of bloody sword Qi, Qin Yichen was not ready to escape, and once again opened up a sword.

However, this sword has already contained his frozen field, the terrifying power of the field and the power of ice confinement, which swept out in an instant.

A cold breath to the extreme appeared between them like a gap, and snowflakes fell down with the chill.

At this moment, Jiang Wu felt a strong crisis and felt that this sword seemed to kill him.

What a terrible sword. Jiang Wu didn't understand that Qin Yichen just hit a sword at random, and didn't use any sword skills at all. How could he have such terrible sword spirit.

Qin Yichen cut out with one sword, and his fierce sword Qi broke through the red cloud and stirred it violently.

"Click."

The bloody red cloud is like an egg. It is crushed by the sword Qi in an instant. The red cloud surges and dissipates into countless red awns.

"Boom."

The sword Qi, which contains the power of the field, collides with the bloody red light rain. The terrible power lifts Jiang Wu several Zhang away, and there are several bloodstains on his chest.

Qin Yichen was also shocked by this force. His Qi and blood were surging, but his aura was flowing, and he was as good as ever.

"Who's this man? He's too fierce. Jiang Wu is the first young master in the city master's mansion. How could he suffer?"

"I don't know. It seems that Murong's family came here - this is jiedan period?"

This scene was seen by many people and discussed by countless people. When they noticed that Qin Yichen was only jiedan period, a group of people almost fell to the ground with their jaw shocked.

"Lord of the city?"

Qin Yichen's eyes flashed a killing machine. When he knew the identity of the other party, he didn't need to know that this man was sent by Jiang Bin to deal with himself.

To deal with such people, Qin Yichen has always used a solution - kill.