when Ding Shu's roaring fist was ten meters away from Xiong Qi's body.

All of a sudden, there was a crash. Ding Shu's figure was grabbed and could not move forward.

The runic chain on his clavicle was stretched straight and restrained, and the farthest distance he could go was over.

Whoa, whoa!

Ding Shu is unwilling to struggle for two times, a penetrating pain from the clavicle toward the whole body.

Ding Shu helplessly put down his fist, looked at the frightened bear seven, and spit a mouthful of phlegm toward him.

"Lucky for you!"

A moment later, Xiong Qi shakes to his feet. He seems unable to bear such humiliation, and starts fighting with Ding Shu again.

"It's over. The bear has lost seven times. Even if he continues to fight, he can't win."

I do not know who in the demon group said this sentence, other demon clan look depressed.

Also subconsciously agree with this statement.

But they are not reconciled, they are shouting for bear seven refueling.

However, Xiong Qi's performance is getting worse and worse, and the next battle is simply played by Ding Shu.

He was scarred all over the body, and was caught by Ding Shu several pieces of meat.

In the end, the body of more than 60 meters fell and couldn't get up again.

The fat referee shook his head and sighed, and announced Ding Shu's victory with a heavy look on his face!

All of a sudden, the whole venue was in mourning!

Many demon losers, rich businessmen and young masters of small and medium families all walked out of the venue with different expressions.

Some of them were in a trance, some were pale, some were hopeless.

But soon they gritted their teeth and rushed to borrow money from all over the place.

At this time, it was already 3:00 p.m., and the competition of one day was over, waiting for the next day to continue.

In the evening, Xiongqi went into the herbal medicine store with rich Shenjing and bought many pills needed for cultivation.

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After a night of silence, Ding Shu won four consecutive victories in the duelling field the next day, the third day and the fourth day.

And most of the demon clans who bet on it are with the bottom of the sky.

Another part of the demon clan thinks that the time has come to get rich.

On the fifth day, the arena was full, and almost all the demon clans who loved it came. Even the rich guests from other cities also came.

They came running for the Dingshu.

Ding tree is like a shining money tree, attracting their eyes.

"I'll win with Ding Shu!"

"I'll buy it too!"

"I'd better take a look at it and talk about it..."

There are many demon clans to bet on, but there are also many demon clans watching.

Their minds were still clear, but with another victory of Ding Shu on the fifth day, they could not sit still.

Even if the proportion of compensation is not very high now, you can earn 80 If you bet on one hundred crystal gods.

"Ah! If I had known that, I would have bought Dingshu the next day. Now I can not only bring back 2.8 million Ben, but also earn three or four times more! "

"Ah! I wanted to buy Dingshu the day before yesterday. Unfortunately, I hesitated at the end of the day. What a pity

“……”

Listening to their complaints, Zhang Xing sneered in his heart, which is the gambler's heart.

You will never be able to count on the banker.

If there is no wrong guess, Ding Shu will die today!

On the sixth day, Ding Shu's odds are one to three.

If he wins, he will get 300.

It's a pretty tempting proportion.

The odds on the fifth day were less than one, and today it became three. Obviously, there was still a large amount of Shenjing who bought Ding Shushu lost.

So, the crazy demon family rich merchants and young masters took out a large number of divine crystals from their pockets, and they all bet Dingshu to win.