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Looking at the ten Holy Son orders falling on the ground, the presence was silent.

Everyone’s eyes were as if nailed to death, looking straight at the Holy Son orders.

Ten!

This is definitely an astonishing number. Even Peak Heaven’s Chosen, if you want to cut ten Holy Sons in just one month, it is almost impossible.

And Ye Guchen, leaving aside the time to recuperate, is only half a month of time.

Little Zhanhuang’s always cold and arrogant expression also changed suddenly.

The pupil light stared at the ten Holy Son orders, the expression was extremely condensed.

Zhou Tong’s expression also showed a slight stunned expression, and Ye Guchen unexpectedly exceeded his expectations for the first time.

Yuan Xi’s Imperial Princess is even slightly trembled with a lovable body slightly trembled, her eyes are a bit dazed, as if she has not turned around yet, she is in extreme shock.

The three Holy Son orders she got were obtained with Mo Langya, Fang Chen and the others, after a great effort and besieged.

It is precisely because of this that she knows how rare Holy Son is.

According to her idea, with Ye Guchen’s badly injured body, it should be difficult to get.

But now, those ten Holy Son orders, like a heavy punch, fiercely hit Yuan Xi’s Imperial Princess’s heart, making her face extremely embarrassing.

On the side of Lingxi God Palace, Lu Qinghan has a slight change of color, and there is also some lost self-control.

Qin Fairy covered her red lips with her jade hand, and there was a trace of excitement in her beautiful eyes.

Her eyes are right.

Even if Ye Guchen was seriously injured, he completely crushed the little war emperor.

Qin Fairy’s eyes turned towards Ren Tingting.

Ren Tingting had no scruples before, and her words were ironic.

At this moment, her face was pale, and her lips were trembling slightly.

In front of ten Holy Son orders, any verbal satire seemed pale and weak.

Ren Tingting murmured her lips, trying to say something, but couldn’t speak.

“Ren Tingting, who is a frog in well?” Qin Fairy said coldly.

She was ridiculed by Ren Tingting because she praised Ye Guchen before.

But now, it is Ren Tingting who is most embarrassed and unable to come to Taiwan.

“I…” Ren Tingting bit her lip tightly, her face alternating blue and white.

At this moment, Ye Guchen was standing with his hands on his hands. Although his face was still pale with a bit of unhealed serious injury, no one could despise him.

Especially for those who had doubts about Ye Guchen before, they felt their cheeks hurt.

Those ten Holy Son orders, like ten slaps, slapped their faces.

Some people looked ashamed and lowered their heads.

“Sword Ancestor is amazing!” Gongsun Xiaoyue shouted, her big eyes staring round.

Gongsun Xuanlong also sighed.

They didn’t expect a bet that everyone thought was doomed, but it turned out like this.

Countless martial artists in the stands of Martial Arena chanted the name of Sword Ancestor.

The Dragon Girl was hiding in the crowd, watching this scene with a smile. She knew Ye Guchen had seized ten Holy Son orders, so she didn’t feel surprised.

In another corner of the crowd, a middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance, his expression extremely cold and severe, his clenched fists were shaking.

“Ye Guchen, it turned out to be you, but with the cultivation base of the big brother Life and Death Profound Gate, how could you die in his hands? I don’t believe it.” The middle-aged man whispered in his heart.

He is no one else, but the clan old bloodless soul sent by the Blood Barbarian Race, that is, the younger brother of Xuelieshan.

At this moment, looking at the ten dazzling Holy Son orders, the bloodless soul is full of killing intents.

He already has an absolute desire to kill Ye Guchen.

When Ye Guchen took out ten Holy Son orders, the entire Martial Arena was also caught in a long-lasting noise.

Even the old man who hosted it was a bit dazed.

Ye Guchen’s record is really outstanding.

“Sure enough it is Senior Brother Ye. We won this bet!” The many disciples in the inner courtyard were excited and excited.

This bet, on the surface, is a bet between Ye Guchen and Xiao Zhanhuang.

But it’s not a battle between Sword Ancestor Pagoda Forest and 3 Imperial Palace.

The smile on Yan Huang’s face had long since disappeared.

He originally thought that this time the little war emperor would fiercely overpower Ye Guchen, but who would have thought it would end like this.

Just as everyone thought, this bet had already settled.

Zhou Tong’s pupil light flashed, and he made his debut in one step: “Sure enough to be Ye Sword Ancestor, ten Holy Son orders, shocked the audience, but… these Holy Son orders are all Holy Sons of the Blood Barbarian Race, right?”

Zhou Tong’s words calmed the whole noisy Martial Arena.

What is the meaning of what he said?

Ye Guchen pupil light was profound, and he glanced at Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong shook his head slightly and said, “Although Zhou admires Ye Sword Ancestor very much, the Blood Barbarian Race is a 2-line Barbarian Race after all, and the strength of Holy Son is also limited, and Senior Brother Yang, although he only has 8 Holy Son orders, among them There are 3 of them, from Feng Clan, Mu Clan, and the Tu nationality. They are most of the real Barbarian Race.”

“So what do you mean?” Ye Guchen expression said flatly.

“So I think that the Holy Son order cannot be determined solely in terms of quantity, but also in terms of quality. Senior Brother Yang has 3 Holy Son orders, all from the first-line tribes, and Brother Ye, yours are all For the 2-line blood Barbarian Race, which one is better than the other should be judged.”

As soon as Zhou Tong said this, many children in the inner courtyard of Sword Ancestor Pagoda Forest yelled at him.

“I have never seen such a shameless person!”

“That is, the little war emperor at first agreed to judge the outcome by the number of tokens, and the result is now here again!”

“Shameless!”

The disciple of the inner courtyard is angry, but Yan Wushang, Chu Qingchi and the others also show contempt.

They have never seen a sophistry like Zhou Tong.

Many people in Martial Arena have different eyes, although some people think that Zhou Tong is arguing.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that it has several points of truth.

There is also a gap in strength between Holy Sons. The Holy Sons of those big tribes are indeed stronger than the second-tier tribes.

The corner of Xiao Zhanhuang’s mouth evoked a cold smile.

Zhou Tong is the best at sophistry. With him, it’s hard for Xiao Zhanhuang to lose today.

In Martial Arena, a lot of discussions sounded, and the victory or defeat, which had no suspense, was once again swinging.

Ye Guchen faced all this indifferently, he opened the mouth and said: “So what do you think is this bet?”

“Zhou believes that it is unfair to judge who wins now, otherwise it will be settled in a tie.” Zhou Tongdao.

He also knew in his heart that it was impossible for Ye Guchen to surrender.

In that case, he took a step back and the tie was a draw. Anyway, it was originally the little war emperor who lost. In this case, Ye Guchen suffered a big loss.

According to Zhou Tong’s words, some people present were slightly nodded, it seemed that this could only be the case.

“Oh, Zhou Tong, good plot against, but unfortunately, in the face of strength, all tricks are useless.” Ye Guchen shook his head and smiled indifferently.

Seeing Ye Guchen’s calm performance, Zhou Tongpu was frowned.

But he couldn’t think of how Ye Guchen could come back, is it possible that another Holy Son order?

Even if this is the case, Zhou Tong is confident that the outcome will not change.

Seeing Zhou Tong’s eyes, Ye Guchen coldly smiled, his palm wiped the origin ring.

A blood jade-like token reappears before everyone’s eyes.

Zhou Tong didn’t even look at it. He directly opened the mouth and said: “Ye Sword Ancestor, even if you take out another Holy Son order, it is useless. This is not something that can be determined, but…”

Ye Guchen looked at Zhou Tong lightly, without saying a word.

Zhou stopped talking, his eyes were suspicious, looked towards the token, and his expression instantly solidified.

Not only him, but everyone present was stunned when they saw the scarlet as blood token clearly.

The old man who presided over, even more as if he had seen a ghost, shouted out of his voice.

“This is… the clan leader of Barbarian Race?”