The saint power of Mr. Yiling was so powerful that he was full of murderous aura. He stared at Lu Yi with his eyes and asked coldly: "Do you want to beat me in this game or kill me?"

Lu Yi smiled slightly and asked back, "Do you want to lose? Or do you want to die?"

“What’s the difference?”

"There is no difference." Lu Yi said: "If you go to the Life and Death Platform and lose, you will die."

"Do you want to kill me?" The aura on Mr. Yiling's body became even colder. In an instant, everyone present felt a sensation of murderous intent, like a ray of light on the spine.

"It seems that Mr. Yiling is going to fight Lu Yi for life and death!" someone whispered.

"It depends on you whether to kill you or not. Although I don't like to kill people, if someone wants to kill me, I will not show mercy." Lu Yi then said: "Make a decision quickly! Should I go to this competition or go to the life and death stage to fight life and death."

Suddenly, the spiritual power of Mr. Yiling was surging, his clothes were shining, and his body was filled with divine light, and he was extremely independent, like an immortal who appeared in the world.

"Buzz!"

Lu Yi activated the Nine-Turn Golden Body Skill, and his body was full of golden light, as if he was wearing a piece of armor, which set him off like a peerless war god and extraordinary magical martial arts.

Both of them were staring at each other, and their fierce fighting intentions were rising.

"Even if it's not a life-and-death battle, the battle between these two must be very exciting."

The onlookers opened their eyes wide and stared at the stage.

Sudden.

The murderous intent on Mr. Yiling quickly retreated like a tide, and said coldly: "I am doing everything in my life, open and honest. My realm is higher than you. If you win, you will be unfair."

"What do you mean?" Lu Yi was puzzled.

"Isn't my meaning clear enough? I don't want to fight you. You won this battle." After Mr. Yiling said, his body flew out from the sky, like a god who fell into the mortal world, leaving everyone with a chic back.

What's going on?

The onlookers were all confused!

They originally opened their eyes wide, focused and prepared to watch the competition between the two, but unexpectedly, they waited for such a result.

The female monks who admired the young master Yiling were shocked and excited one by one.

"Young Master Yiling is unwilling to suppress his opponents to win by his high cultivation level. He is really a gentleman!"

"Such a broad mind is admirable!"

"If you get married, you have to marry a man like Mr. Yiling!"

Of course, many people also expressed envy, jealousy and hatred for Lu Yi's victory.

"This guy is so lucky!"

"I guess he is smoking from the ancestral grave, otherwise how could he win another game in this way?"

"The most despise of such people who win without fighting."

Lu Yi was very surprised. From his perspective, Young Master Yiling came from a family, had a young age and extraordinary cultivation. He was a proud and arrogant person, but why did he leave without being beaten?

Could it be that he is really a gentleman?

Anyway, I won this game.

Lu Yi was too lazy to think too much.

"Congratulations to Mr. Lu, this victory!" the referee announced loudly.

After Lu Yi stepped down, the referee came over and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Mr. Lu, you won the first game today. You can go to the second round of lottery competition."

"Okay." Lu Yi came to the lottery place to draw lots, opened the lottery ticket, with a very ordinary name written on it, Hao Shuai!

Lu Yi doesn't know him.

"Mr. Lu, congratulations. I wonder who your opponent in the second game is?" Ning Yurou walked over and asked with a smile.

Lu Yi handed the lottery ticket to Ning Yurou.

Ning Yurou took it and looked at it, her face became strange.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yi asked.

"I didn't expect Hao Shuai to come to participate in the competition," Ning Yuru said: "Hao Shuai is a disciple of a major force in the Southern Region. He is relatively introverted and taciturn, but he has been promoted to a saint and has a strong cultivation level. You should be careful when encountering Mr. Lu!"

"How much is he better than Young Master Yiling?" Lu Yi asked.

"Although Mr. Yiling is very famous, he may not be able to win if he really wants to fight Hao Shuai." Ning Yurou analyzed.

"I understand." Lu Yi smiled and said, "Thank you Fairy Ning. Please don't worry, fairy, I will be careful."

"Um."

Then Lu Yi went to watch the battle.

Muen, monk and Tuoba Huanhui each fought one match, but there was no doubt that they all won, and they also drew a lottery to prepare for the next round of competition.

After waiting for more than an hour, Lu Yi took the stage again.

After waiting on the stage for dozens of seconds, Lu Yi saw a young man wearing a linen shirt walking up.

"You are Hao Shuai?" Lu Yi asked.

"I am." Hao Shuai nodded.

Lu Yi looked at Hao Shuai seriously, and saw that he looked sallow, thin, and looked malnourished.

"Are you Lu Yi?" Hao Shuai asked.

"That's right." Lu Yi smiled and said, "Are you ready? If you are ready, then start!"

"Wait!" Hao Shuai stared at Lu Yi for a while, then bowed and said, "Lu Yi, you are very powerful. I know you are not as good as you, so there is no need to fight in this game, I admit defeat!"

After saying that, he turned around and stepped down.

coax!

There was an uproar in the audience.

"Damn, that bastard won again!"

"His grandma, you're so lucky!"

"I'm so envious that I'm almost blind!"

Lu Yi himself was also stunned.

He couldn't believe it. He didn't put in any effort and actually won two games in a row. He was so lucky!

The referee ran to the stage and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Mr. Lu, you won again in this game. You have another competition today. Can you choose whether to start with a rest or start now?"

"Now draw lots, start it right!" Lu Yi didn't want to waste time, and he didn't take any action in both games, so he didn't need to rest at all.

"Okay." The referee called the staff on stage and asked Lu Yi to draw lots.

Lu Yi opened the lottery ticket and took a look, then handed it to the referee. The referee whispered: "In this game, Mr. Lu's opponent is An Moshen!"

The audience was surprised.

"Oh my God, it's An Moshen!"

"Lu Yi is finished this time!"

"His good luck has finally been used up!"

"Brother Lu has met his opponent this time." Tuoba Lunhui said with a smile.

"Who is An Mosun?" asked the monk.

"He has no sects and sects, his cultivation is unfathomable, and his martial arts are very mysterious. It is said that he may be the descendant of the witch sect."

Witch Cult!

The monk's pupils shrank. The Witch Sect is a very mysterious sect. Its strength is not weaker than Lingshan. It is just because it cannot be found in the world, and very few people know about it.

"The boss is in trouble." The monk was worried.

Lu Yi stood on the stage, waiting quietly for An Mosun.

After more than ten minutes, no one was seen.

The referee then shouted: "Please come on stage!"

No one responded to the audience.

"Please come on stage!" the referee shouted again.

Still no one responded.

The referee frowned.

"What did An Moshen go? Why didn't he come?"

At this moment, a servant ran to the audience and shouted to the stage: "Referee, I am the servant of Mr. An An. My master had a stomachache today. He said that he would not participate in any competition today. If anyone draws him, he would admit defeat!"

What!
Chapter completed!