The strong from the wild

Ling Qianjian was worried about Hu Tutu's life, so he looked extremely nervous.If he was on the battlefield by himself, Ling Qianjian would definitely not be a little nervous.

Having cultivated for tens of thousands of years, Ling Qianjian has not only experienced hundreds of battles?

How could the Xuantianzong Sword Immortal, who had been killed from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, be afraid of a life-and-death battle?

But now that Hu Tutu was on the battlefield, Ling Qianjian was nervous.

Because Ling Qianjian not only does not hate Hu Tutu, but also admires Hu Tutu very much. He once thought of taking Hu Tutu as a true disciple, or even a personal disciple under his sect. Pass it on to Hu Tutu.

It's a pity that Hu Tutuzhi is not here, he would rather die than follow, even if he doesn't take a bath for ten and a half months, he wants to stun Ling Qianjian. Fight against Ling Qianjian everywhere, unless Ling Qianjian beats and kicks him, Hu Tutu will never listen to Ling Qianjian.

Non-violent non-cooperation!

Hu Tutu's attitude finally made Ling Qianjian unbearable, and he gave up the idea of ​​accepting Hu Tutu as his apprentice.

Although the two have no relationship between master and apprentice, Ling Qianjian cares about Hu Tutu very much.

Tang Jiawen knew about the relationship between Hu Tutu and Liu Yi, and had a good impression of this fat man covered in fat. Now that Hu Tutu was involved in the trap, he looked very worried.

"Hu Tutu is an extraordinary kid, so you don't need to worry."

With a smile on his face, Liu Yi raised his sword eyebrows. He actually used the method of sound transmission, and said to the Qingtian Immortal in the distance: "Qingtian Immortal, are you willing to bet with me?"

The Great Immortal Qingtian was watching Hu Tutu and Fu Gaofeng in the air, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Liu Yi, and asked, "What are you betting on?"

The Great Immortal Qingtian is located on the West Peak, and Liu Yi is located on the North Peak.

The place where the two are located is several kilometers away from each other.

However, practitioners have sharp eyes and ears, and their voice transmission method is also very extraordinary, so even though the two of them are miles apart, when they speak through voice transmission, there is not much difference from talking face to face.

Liu Yi smiled slightly, and said calmly: "I bet that fat man will win, and I'm willing to bet on a fairy artifact."

"Don't gamble!"

Immortal Qingtian's expression changed, but he flatly refused, saying: "I have already said that last night was the last moment of the game, and after last night, I can't gamble again. I have made a promise, how can I go back on my word?"

"Hahaha……"

Liu Yi laughed out loud, looked at the Great Immortal Qingtian with interest, but refused to say more, just thought in his heart: "When I asked him if he would like to gamble, he asked me what I wanted to bet. It has been proved that he is not unwilling to gamble again. It is only because I bet that Hu Tutu will win that he refuses to accept the bet. Could it be that the Great Immortal Qingtian also believes that Hu Tutu will win? Hu Tutu's cultivation base has already arrived In the realm of the real person, he has cultivated three dantians intensively, and his strength is not lower than that of ordinary monks in the pure yang realm, and he has also practiced the ancient breath restraining formula taught by me, and has hidden his cultivation base, how can the Great Immortal Qingtian think he will win?"

"It is rumored that the Holy Fire Sect bet with him and used more than a dozen Lingshan dojos to bet against my Xuantianzong, and the Qingtian Daxian took the bet. But Shen Haibing bet with him, betting on the Lingshan Dojo, but the Qingtian Daxian refused to take the bet Just because Shen Haibing bet, my Xuantianzong won!"

……

Seeing that Liu Yi was silent, the Great Immortal Qingtian also stood up, cupped his hands towards Liu Yi from afar and said, "I have been focusing on gambling for 3 years, so I should never refuse anyone who comes. It's just that gambling also has its own rules. , and please fellow Daoist Liu don’t take this matter to heart. This seat sincerely welcomes Fellow Daoist Liu, come to gamble next time.”

Liu Yi nodded and said no more.

However, at this moment, a blood-colored radiance flew from the distant sky and landed more than ten meters away from the Great Immortal Qingtian.

"Old ghost Qingtian, if you don't poison him today, aren't you afraid that you won't have the chance to bet with him in the future?"

A figure appeared in the blood light, with red hair, red beard, and even red eyeballs, with a thin body like a living fossil, wrapped in a red robe.

This person glanced at the Great Immortal Qingtian, and said: "Daoxuanzong and Xuantianzong fought a total of ten battles. This Liu Yi will inevitably participate in several battles, and will die on the battlefield in [-] out of [-] battles. Rumor has it that Liu Yi's beauty is boundless , there are many beautiful women around me. Although there are many beauties in my Qiongyu land, there are very few women comparable to those around Liu Yi. I don’t know who will be cheaper after Liu Yi’s death? Hehe ..."

Died on the battlefield?

Liu Yi frowned, disgusted with this bloody man, and thought in his heart: "I haven't participated in the battle yet, this man keeps saying that I will die in ten to one. Could it be that I die, what good will it do him? He has no vengeance, and he cursed me like this."

"Crimson blood old monster, don't speak wild words, be careful and wait until Xuantianzong wins, and then come to settle accounts with you. Although you have the cultivation base of Taiyi Jinxian, you can only learn to write crooked supernatural powers. If Ling Wanjian escapes from trouble one day If you don’t come out, or become a god Ling Qiujian comes through the air, you will definitely die!"

The Great Immortal Qingtian looked coldly at the scarlet blood monster, and said indifferently: "Red blood monster, you usually offend a lot of people, and you don't have any relatives or friends. If you die, I'm afraid no one will collect your body, and even more No one mourns for you."

"Take your sister! Hang your sister!"

The red-blooded old monster became furious and wanted to fight the Great Immortal Qingtian, but after he turned around and looked at the two monks, Jiekong and Vacuum, he put away the bloody magic weapon that had been taken out of his sleeve, and said coldly: You are here to watch the show today, not to fight. If you provoke me again, I will definitely not let it go! Also... you should call me the Scarlet Blood Dharma King, not the Scarlet Blood Monster!"

The Great Immortal Qingtian didn't care, "Brother, you want to bite me?"

"Humph!"

The red-blooded old monster turned around and said, "I bet that Fu Gaofeng wins, do you dare to bet with me?"

"Don't gamble!"

Immortal Qingtian narrowed his eyes and said, "Rules cannot be broken."

Hu Tutu and Fu Gaofeng confronted each other in the air. The two were about to kill each other several times, but they were stopped by the Jiekong monk and the vacuum monk.

The two monks of Daning Temple were not at all anxious about the battle. The vacuum monk slowly took out a flagpole from his sleeve and threw it beside the white jade ring.

The flagpole grows against the wind and becomes more than a thousand meters high.

The Vacuum Monk took out a large copper gong with a diameter of three meters and hung it on the top of the banner, and then bowed to the Jie Kong Monk, and a hammer for beating the gong appeared in his hand.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Three gongs sounded, and Jiekong monk waved the sleeve of his robe and shouted: "The first battle begins! Both sides don't care whether they live or die, and each has his destiny!"

"Hu puppy, let me see how you survive this time!"

Fu Gaofeng only waited for Jiekong Monk to finish speaking, then he rushed towards Hu Tutu with a white jade fan, and the fan opened with a snap, like a cloud of white clouds pressing towards Hu Tutu.

Hu Tutu was not afraid, he pinched a magic formula with his fingers, releasing billowing white smoke all over his body...

As soon as the white mist appeared, it shocked all the monks present.

Is it fairy energy?

Or bewitching?