Peerless Tangmen's God of War restarts

Chapter 61 Victory

Longwu Soul Arena.

Since Xiang Wuqing spent a lot of money last time, he has also become a VIP member of the soul fighting arena.

As soon as they entered the door, the eyes of a group of new little girls brightened. This handsome young girl with white hair has a lot of temperament.

In the crowd, Fan Ya, who was rejected by Xiang Wuqing last time, felt hatred in her heart when she saw Xiang Wuqing, this little bastard, and she finally had a good time, and was tricked by this little cunning.

But hate turns to hate, it's a guest, and as a receptionist, she can't make faces to the guests.

Gritting her teeth lightly, Fan Ya smiled and said,

"Welcome to Longwu Soul Arena."

Xiang Wuqing nodded, looking up and down wantonly at Fan Ya's figure and said with a smile,
"I haven't seen you for a few days, and you look a lot prettier."

Fan Ya gave Xiang Wuqing a blank look, and said angrily,

"Let's go, brat, don't be silly."

Fan Ya twisted Xiaoman's waist and walked forward.

Xiang Wuqing followed immediately, and said, "Same as last time, beat me to ten consecutive victories."

After receiving Xiang Wuqing's gold card, she smiled elegantly and said, "Little brother, you are quite confident.

"Would you like to go to the main fighting arena to try it out? The audience there are all wealthy people who spend a lot of money, and if you win, you will earn more."

snort!The soul masters in the main fighting arena are all ruthless people, even the weakest ones are the best among the three-ringed soul masters.Brat, let's see if you make a fool of yourself this time.

Xiang Wuqing didn't care about the elegant Xiao Jiujiu at all, and said,

"As you wish, arrange it quickly."

"Okay."

Fan Ya smiled slightly, and immediately walked towards the fighting spirit hall, to see if my sister will kill you little bastard.

Xiang Wuqing looked at Fanya's back and smiled indifferently...

Soul fighting, this kind of competition between soul masters in the arena has already begun ten thousand years ago.

It is the best choice for ordinary commoner soul masters to survive. Of course, many dignitaries in the arena are also one of the goals of the soul masters on the field. Teachers will also have the resources to continue cultivating.

The blond-haired host is already on the scene.

As the audience outside the arena began to cheer wildly, Xiang Wuqing, who was dressed in casual clothes, stepped on the fighting spirit stage with casual steps.

The host explained in a timely manner,

"The one who is playing today is a newcomer to our soul fighting arena. According to people familiar with the matter, he has bet 100 million gold soul coins for himself for ten consecutive victories. Friends who haven't bet yet can consider it."

The insider is of course Fan Ya, and she hopes that the spirit fight tonight will be as lively as possible.

……

100 million gold soul coins is no longer a small number. For a while, many people are eager to move. It is estimated that some people will follow up after the first game.

However, those people in the VIP box are completely motionless. They have watched the game all year round, and their eyes are more sharp. Naturally, they are not comparable to those who occasionally have fun off the court.

However, there was an accident in these VIP seats. A middle-aged fat man who looked very rich looked at Xiang Wuqing on the field and smiled slightly, and said to the subordinates next to him,

"Go, win ten consecutive victories with that young man."

"Boss, how much?"

"100 gold soul coins."

……

This fat man is exactly the fat man who watched the game off the field when Xiang Wuqing came to the soul fighting arena for the first time.

He also sent his men to follow Xiang Wuqing that night, but found nothing...

But what made him mean was that this young man left his name in Longwu Soul Arena, Xiang Wuqing.

With his many years of experience in the rivers and lakes, this young man named Xiang Wuqing is very interesting.

……

At the end of the warm-up event, some beautiful ladies in short skirts began to stand around the VIP seats, ready to accept bets from the audience at any time.

"Next, let's invite our soul master, Sanhuan Hunzun, Shihu!"

I saw a 1.9-meter strong man slowly boarding the fighting spirit platform.

The size is quite big, Xiang Wuqing said indifferently, "Please."

With a bang, a stone hammer appeared on the soul fighting platform, and three soul rings, Huang, Huang, and Huang, floated beside the strong man.

The first soul skill, charge.

Swinging the stone hammer, Shi Hu strode towards Xiang Wuqing.

Xiang Wuqing just stood there quietly waiting for Shi Hu's arrival, which was undoubtedly a very humiliating provocation to Shi Hu.

What a crazy boy, the veins on Shihu's forehead popped out, the second and third soul rings lit up at the same time, and the stone hammer in his hand shot out a black light instantly and smashed fiercely at Xiang Wuqing.

Xiang Wuqing's short white hair was blown by the strong wind of the dancing stone hammer, but he was still calm.

Gently rubbing the left foot, a Tai Chi phantom appeared under Xiang Wuqing's feet, the pair of eyes behind the short white hair stared at the stone hammer tightly, and the right hand followed the direction of the stone hammer dancing through the black and white Tai Chi power. pull.

Shi Hu instantly felt his body stagger as if his strength had been removed, and he was being pulled closer to that kid.

With a muffled bang, Shi Hu's eyes tended to bulge outward.

Withdrawing the fist resting on Shihu's abdomen, Xiang Wuqing said very calmly,
"next."

With a bang, the Shihu who had just fallen to the ground kicked up waves of dust.

The middle-aged fat man in the VIP seat couldn't help but his eyes lit up, as if he was stronger than the last time he saw him.

He ordered his men to say,

"Follow another 200 million."

After the first round is the only chance to raise your bet.

Although Xiang Wuqing's performance in the first game was very impressive, but the people in the auditorium are all veterans. They still don't think that Xiang Wuqing can win ten consecutive victories. After all, he looks too young...

In the second round, Xiang Wuqing's opponent was a three-ring soul master, Wu Jun.

click...

The sound of a long knife being unsheathed.

Wu Jun tilted the long knife in his hand and rushed towards Xiang Wuqing.

interesting.

The storage soul guide at the waist flashed, and a black broken sword appeared in Xiang Wuqing's hands.

Still standing still?Boy, you really care about it.

Wu Jun's eyes flashed brightly, and his whole body was full of flaws.

With a wave of the long knife, it slashed towards Xiang Wuqing's left shoulder.

At the moment when the long knife was about to cut Xiang Wuqing, his right wrist flipped, and the split of the black broken sword happened to be stuck on his shoulder.

With a ding, the swords intersected.

Such a quick reaction, although Wu Jun was shocked, he quickly withdrew the knife and stabbed at Xiang Wuqing's abdomen.

Xiang Wuqing took his left foot as the axis and spun in a circle to avoid the stab. At the same time, the broken sword in his hand also took advantage of the situation to slap Wu Jun.

This Mr. Wu is worthy of being an old man in the fighting spirit field, he reacted quickly, and dodged the sword with a single step back.

But the next kick he had nowhere to hide.

Xiang Wuqing kicked Wu Jun's waist and kicked him into the air.

Wu Junren was still in the air, and Xiang Wuqing, who jumped on the spot, was also in the air.

"next."

As Xiang Wuqing's words fell, Wu Jun was also kicked off the fighting spirit stage.

Fan Ya in the audience was dumbfounded, it seemed that the difficulty was not enough, then she smiled like a little fox, and said to the people next to her, "Go to the Soul Sect Group."

(End of this chapter)