"For ten taels of silver, I'll buy E Shulan Sheng." Immediately, someone rushed towards him.
"For ten taels of silver, I'll buy Lan Xinyu Sheng." Then someone handed over the silver.
"Idiot, haven't you heard that God's Maid has an eighth level of fighting spirit?" the man from before scolded.
"But someone else, Lan Xinyu, has a third-level monster."
"The third-level monster is useless. In a duel of this kind of strength, fighting spirit is the most important thing, unless her monster is stronger."
The audience was talking a lot while placing their bets. The vast majority of people still chose E Shulan. The person before was right. In this level of battle between strong men, the usefulness of third-level monsters is no longer very obvious.
Of course Ling Chuxi also heard these discussions, but she was thinking about another thing. Speaking of fighting spirit, with the help of Tianluo Dan, Lan Xinyu now has eight levels of fighting spirit, which is no better than E Shulan.
Not bad, and with the help of level three wolf warriors, logically speaking, we should be sure of victory.
But thinking about E Shulan's sword, Ling Chuxi felt a little uneasy. First, she was reminded specifically by the bald fat man's yard. Later, she also saw the power of that sword with her own eyes. It was just a small sword in the mother-child sword.
The sword shattered Lan Xinyu's golden whip, so how strong would it be if the two swords were combined into one?
"We met again. I'm really sorry about what happened last time." E Shulan looked at Lan Xinyu, her gentle face filled with the kindness and love that a daughter of a god should have.
"I always remember what happened last time. You don't have to pretend in front of me. I have already seen clearly what kind of person you are." Lan Xinyu gave her a look of disdain. She was not impressed.
The gentleness on her face deceived her. She had seen with her own eyes the insidiousness and viciousness of this servant girl of the gods. Just a word of disagreement would destroy her own face. If Ling Chuxi had not reminded her at the critical moment, her face would have been destroyed.
Now I'm afraid I will end up like that whip.
E Shulan clearly saw the disdain in Lan Xinyu's eyes and snorted in her heart. If it weren't for Ling Chuxi, she wouldn't have deliberately lowered her posture to show her goodwill to Lan Xinyu. Since she didn't accept it, she couldn't blame herself.
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On the ring, the referee rang the bell to announce the start of the game.
The gambling shop also stopped placing bets, and everyone became quiet, looking nervously and expectantly at the stage.
Lan Xinyu flicked his wrist, and the golden whip crackled softly, drawing a beautiful golden arc in the air. His whole body instantly felt a little more heroic.
E Shulan also slowly drew out the long sword. This was the first time for everyone, including Ling Chuxi, to see the true face of this sword given by the temple. On the graceful sword, a light as clean as the moonlight flashed.
When the water is clear and clear, the long sword unsheathes and makes a clear and trembling sound, which lasts for a long time, as if it has a special spiritual meaning.
"What a sword!" Fu Chengyu praised softly. As a prince, he has an extraordinary background, has extremely strong strength, and has good vision. Even he praised it. This sword is certainly not an ordinary sword.
Ling Chuxi was also slightly surprised. The agility on this sword was already comparable to that of the previous Luochen Sword. However, after being tempered by Tianlei, the current Luochen Sword had a more peculiar aura.
, as if an awakened soul is hidden deep in the sword body, but it is out of reach.
Although it is not as good as the current Luochen Sword, with its eight levels of fighting spirit and the spirituality in this sword, it is not easy for Lan Xinyu to win.