"Look, I'll stew it in the evening to replenish your health!"
The shrew woman slapped the man on the shoulder. When the latter heard the shrew talk about mending his body, he immediately turned pale with fear.
"The most beautiful lady, no need, you see there are others!" the Lord of the Eighth City said hurriedly and respectfully.
Hearing this, the shrew looked at the entire duel field and then at the other city lords, and all she saw was the half of the back of their heads that they had turned around.
"Humph, my aunt still doesn't believe it!" After the shrew said, she flicked her sleeves.
Bang!
The entire duel field was shaken. Looking in the direction of the sound, the shrew was already sitting on the table, looking very domineering.
"My man must be domineering that other men don't have."
After saying that, he waved to the man. The latter seemed to have guessed something and let out a wolf howl, "Haha, mother-in-law, I will be yours tonight!"
"Ten spiritual pills and a spiritual weapon that failed to be forged. I can't waste it too much, huh?"
The shrew wanted to reach out and make a bold throw, but she glanced at the other things on the table and whispered before falling into silence again.
"Forget it, you can't embarrass a man, a Haotian Pill, a spiritual weapon that also failed to be forged!"
The shrew pondered for a moment, then finally took out the jade bottle and placed a long sword on the table before retreating behind the Eighth City Lord.
In response to the shrew's extravagant expenditure, the seven city lords behind him could only shake their heads helplessly. They knew that no matter how much they paid, the shrew in front of them would suppress them even if they went bankrupt for the sake of the eight city lords.
"Everyone, according to the previous agreement, the person with the highest reward can choose first, in any way!" The Seventh City Lord glanced at the eight rewards on the table, glanced at the duel field, and then said loudly.
"The remuneration is obvious to all. The reward given by the Eighth City Lord is slightly better. Naturally, the first candidate will start with the Eighth City Lord."
"Eight City Lords, Eight City Lords!"
As soon as the rules were announced, there were roars from below.
Lao Ba also patted the non-existent dust on his body, with a smile on his face, his head held high, and he waved his hands in an exaggerated way.
"Brother Seven has already said the rules, whoever can make my mother-in-law like a Haotian Pill and a spiritual weapon that failed to be refined will belong to him."
"Ha ha……"
This time, even Lu Chen had a smile on his face. I don't know if this old man was crazy or intentional, but he said such words.
"Everyone..." As soon as the shrew opened her mouth, the duel field was completely silent.
"My wife and I have discussed it. Warriors above the peak level should respect themselves and do not challenge the patience of our eight brothers. Others are casual and want to suppress their cultivation. You should think clearly. If you want to do this in Gangnan City, hum!"
With a cold snort, violent spiritual energy exploded out of the body, which was very terrifying, and the faces of those who were closer turned pale.
"Is this the strength of a strong man in the realm of a great martial artist? It is indeed terrifying. Patrolman of the Lu family, just wait! I will definitely catch up with you, for the sake of the Lu family, and for the sake of the man who was seriously injured by your move.
"
Lu Chen clenched his fists, and there were traces of red threads in his eyes. If he got too close, he would definitely find that there was a very thin black flame on the surface of his body. It might be too thin, or it might be that everyone was staring at a big man.
The martial artist's burst of strength was so shocking that no one noticed anything unusual about him.
"Our rules are very simple. In the middle duel field, ten will win!"
"What?"
As soon as these words came out, not only the viewers, but also the people in the stands looked surprised.
Ten consecutive wins, they knew what it was without anyone having to explain it. One person stood on the duel ring in the duel field, and no matter who below challenged him, he had to win ten games in a row, and it could not be interrupted under any circumstances during the period.
Not to mention these onlookers, even among the eight strongest people in Gangnan City, no one can guarantee that they will fight ten games in a row against strong men of the same level, let alone maintain a winning record in ten games.
"Baby, isn't this a bit much!" The Seventh City Lord said with an ugly expression. This method of selecting people is too cruel. Even if someone wins, they still have to heal their wounds when they take action. Not only the elixirs are wasted, but also
Time, right now, what they are short of is time.
"Hey, this is my mother-in-law's idea, and I can't help it!" Lao Ba grinned.
"Don't look at me. Is it such a good thing that a warrior at the peak level wants to get a Haotian Pill and a spiritual weapon that failed to be refined? What we want is the elite!"
The shrew said so, and the Seventh City Lord was helpless, "Everyone heard clearly what the Eighth Madam said, the things are here, if you have the ability, come and get them!"
The high remuneration is terrifying and makes people jealous, but not just anyone can get it. The Eighth City Lord's idea is very simple, if you want it, just show your ability.
What they want is the elite, no, it should be the elite of the elite, at the same level, with almost no rest time, and the possibility of winning ten games in a row is almost zero.
After the rules were announced, the Seven City Lords ducked back and sat down on their chairs. They had nothing to do with them now, and the only ones left were these viewers.
Lu Chen, Uncle Wen and others were also a little speechless. They thought they were encountering a duel between the eight city lords, but they didn't expect what they saw when they came over.
"I'll try it!"
I thought that no one would go up. Ten consecutive victories would be easier said than done. Unexpectedly, a monk walked up just a moment later.
"The peak level of a warrior!" The Seven City Lords glanced at the others and nodded.
"Humph, are you also qualified to win ten consecutive games?"
Seeing someone coming onto the stage, a sinister voice immediately sounded from the crowd, and then a black shadow flashed and appeared on the duel ring.
"Get out or die!" Black Shadow came on stage, very arrogantly, looking at his opponent not far away with a gloomy face and said.
"You're crazy!"
"You must have the capital to kill you with one move!" Black Shadow was so arrogant that even the spectators below were a little angry.
"Crazy..." The figure who came on stage first started to speak, but he was horrified to see a fist enlarging in his eyes, and the figure hurriedly backed away.
Bang!
He retreated very quickly, but he was horrified to find that the black shadow was faster. He gritted his teeth and could only move his body slightly to avoid the vital point. With one punch, only two breaths fell on his shoulder, and a muffled sound echoed in the duel ring.
Rings.
"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, with a look of fear on his face. One arm dropped down, and it was obvious at first glance that it was broken.
"Hiss..." The sound of gasping sounded in the duel arena. No one expected that a strong man at the peak of the warrior realm would be seriously injured by another strong man of the same level.
"This..." Lu Chen frowned. This black shadow was so strong that he found it unbelievable. It seemed that he was not a peak warrior at all.
call out!
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and another figure appeared on the duel ring.
"Seven City Lords?" The figure that appeared was none other than Zhi Duoxing from Gangnan City, the figure with fair skin.
"Lao Ba has already said, don't challenge our patience in Gangnan City!" The Seventh City Lord looked indifferent.
"Seven City Lords, spare your life, spare your life!" The black shadow saw the figure clearly and collapsed to the ground, with a look of fear on his face.
"One win!"
A very calm voice resounded throughout the duel field. When everyone was about to ask, what they saw was a black figure that was thrown outside the duel ring. It had no breath and was killed with one move!
"Hiss..." Below the ring, gasps of air rang out one after another, and several monks with strength above the peak of the warriors were ready to try their luck, but they were so frightened that they sat back in their seats, their faces turned pale.
"The great martial artist is really terrifying!" Lu Chen exclaimed. He carefully checked Heiying's strength and found that he should be around the fourth level of martial arts. However, he was still killed by the Seven City Lords in one move and was thrown outside the duel ring. He was very strong.
"I give up!"
The figure on the stage smiled bitterly. He did not expect that he would be so unlucky. When he came up, he encountered a martial artist who had hidden his strength. If the Seven City Lords had not discovered it in time, he might have lost his life.
Lu Chen shook his head, "How unlucky!"
Then several more people came on stage, without exception. Even if they didn't meet a strong person whose cultivation was above the peak level of a samurai, no one could maintain ten consecutive victories. The strongest one only lasted for six games.
This was extremely rare, and several city lords in the stands nodded.
"I'll give it a try too!" A voice suddenly sounded in the duel arena that had just fallen silent, and a figure suddenly stood up.
"Young Master Lu... Lu Chen, this is no child's play, you..."
"It doesn't matter, this isn't a life and death fight. If it doesn't work, I'll just give up!" Lu Chen chuckled, signaling Mr. Wen to rest assured.
Uncle Wen stopped talking when he heard this, his eyes were full of worry. He regarded Lu Chen as his own child, and when he saw him on the stage, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Haha, you little kid is here to join in the fun. Do you have the peak level of a warrior? Don't get knocked out by one punch. Your mother comes to me!" Lu Chen walked up to the ring step by step. The man who had won three consecutive victories mocked.
"Cultivation has nothing to do with age. If you are older, there is only one possibility!"
"Oh? Then tell me what's possible. If it's good, I'll be gentle. If it's bad, just wait for your mother to come to me! Haha..." The man was very arrogant, with a lewd smile on his face.
!
When Lu Chen heard this, his face turned gloomy, "People have scales, and if you touch them you will die. In my eyes, you are already a dead person!"
"Haha... why are there so many bragging words today? Is he another one who has hidden strength and is waiting to be killed instantly by several city lords?" The man was thinking carefully. The young man in front of him still had such a tone after witnessing his three consecutive victories. He couldn't help but think of the third time.
There was a fight, and my heart suddenly jumped, and I looked in the direction of the eight city lords.
"Whether there is hidden strength or not is up to the eight city lords to decide, but you have no chance to see it!" Lu Chen whispered, his voice like the voice of the Nine Netherworlds.
"Humph, I don't know whether to live or die!" Seeing that none of the eight city lords took action, the man felt relieved. He shouted loudly and rushed towards Lu Chen.
"Look at the punch!" the man shouted sharply, gathered all his true energy into his right fist, and punched Lu Chen suddenly.
Seeing the fierce punch approaching, Lu Chen didn't move at all, his eyes were bright, he just stared at the fist that was rapidly enlarging in his eyes.
"Too weak!"
A punch as fast as a thunderbolt suddenly came out, and it came first, hitting the man's wrist from below. At this moment, the man's fist was only an inch away from Lu Chen. As long as he took one more slow breath,
Based on the man's strength, his head would probably explode.
Click!
ah!
Screams suddenly sounded, and the man's figure fell back and staggered, his left hand holding the wrist of his right hand tightly.