"Qin Haoran, who is number one on the Holy Spirit Ranking, is his father, Han Fei, who is number two on the Holy Spirit Ranking, is his uncle, and there is no need to mention the Ice Saint who is third... I, who is number seven on the Holy Spirit Ranking, will soon become his mother-in-law!
"
As soon as these words came out, Wei Qing's mind went into chaos, as if it was raining heavily, and he was slightly confused.
"This is a damn first-class cultivator and a second-generation cultivator!" He couldn't help but curse. You can imagine the shock in his heart.
Each of these names represents not only their own strength, but also the super holy places that are dormant like ancient behemoths behind these people!
He was thankful for a moment. Fortunately, he had stopped his hand just now, otherwise he would really have faced disaster.
"Okay! I'll cut off my arm!" He said with a solemn look on his face: "If you break the rules, you will be punished, I admit it!"
I couldn't help but feel angry in my heart: This damn Holy Son has brought me such trouble for no reason!
At that moment, he used his left hand as his sword and cut off his right arm like a thunderbolt.
It can be seen that the holy blood is viscous, shining with golden light, bound by a divine power, and then thrown towards Qin Yu.
When everyone saw this, they were all dumbfounded.
"This...this is a saint! He actually cut off one of his arms..."
"Tsk, tsk, today's scene, I can brag about for the rest of my life... who else!"
"Tell me to go down and find out if there are any young girls in the clan who are ready to be married, with good looks and temperament, and use all possible means to hug the thigh of the young patriarch of the Qin family! Even if it is to be a maid..."
"The saint has gone through the baptism of the heavenly tribulation, and his physical body is comparable to the top Taoist tools, and there is a lot of holy blood in it, which can be regarded as a very rare treasure!"
"You have no idea... The North Pole Holy Land is a holy land for body cultivation. The body of a saint is definitely comparable to a holy weapon. As long as you take it back and refine it with the master of weapon refining, tsk tsk..."
Qin Yu took the arm and felt the terrifying aura flowing in it, feeling satisfied in his heart.
He suddenly remembered something and shrunk his body back to normal. He turned around and looked at the talented geniuses who were hiding and watching, and said: "We agreed that the competition will be two out of three games. Now I have won both games. You guys
Can you admit defeat?"
Lin Wen and the other three were stunned by his question. They wanted to find some excuses to delay the work.
But then I thought about it, I was surrounded by saints, and most of the competition was watched by them.
If you don't say anything cheating, it will also affect your own image.
"Acknowledge it first, don't rush it for a while!" Yu Mie secretly transmitted the message.
Lin Wen nodded and secretly thought that as long as the subsequent plan was successful and Qin Yu died, even if the Yaoguang Holy Land decided to marry Qin Yu and Shangguan Xiaoyue today, it would have no effect.
At that moment, he put on what he thought was a humble smile, and said slowly: "Brother Qin is more skilled, we are willing to admit defeat!"
"Since you have given up... take the bet!" Qin Yu raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the three of them.
"What?"
"Brother Qin, I remember our previous bet was that the loser should never have any evil thoughts about the Saint again." Lin Wen said, "I am willing to admit defeat. I will treat the Saint with more respect in the future. If I don't do anything else,
There will be a little bit of overstep!”
"Are you dreaming?" Qin Yu listened to Lin Wen's words and felt more and more that the other party was acting shamelessly: "You can say such shameless words?"
"Xiao Yue is already engaged to me, but you guys intervened in the middle and asked us to give it a try? If I win, there will be no benefit. If I lose, I will give up my life. Why do you take advantage of all the good things?"
"It's a pity that you don't go into business. You are a natural-born profiteer!"
Qin Yu pointed at Lin Wen's nose and cursed him. Lin Wen was dumbfounded and his mouth twitched.
"After all, Holy Son Taixuan is also a Holy Son of a great holy land. Why is it that Qin Yu dares not to refute even when he is pointed at and scolded by Qin Yu?"
"He's being reasonable, and there are several saints there now, so he doesn't dare to lie in front of everyone!"
"If you ask me...the Holy Son of the Taixuan Holy Land is still not enough, I have to have the natural supreme being who is reliable and has the demeanor of a generation of genius!"
The crowd's discussions lingered in Lin Wen's ears, causing murderous intent to flash in his heart.
But putting aside those messy things, what Qin Yu said is still very reasonable.
So they could only lower their heads again: "I wonder what kind of bet Brother Qin wants?"
"Not too much! Cut off both of your arms, and the other person will bring out three to five billion spiritual stones, and then get a dozen or so holy artifacts, holy medicines, etc. It's barely enough..."
Poof!
Everyone vomited blood when they heard this.
What is this word?
Are spiritual stones just pebbles on the roadside?
Hundreds of millions? Even if it’s just pebbles, it would take several mountains!
As for the sacred artifacts and medicines... should they be regarded as their own cabbage?
Nothing is kept at the bottom of the box, and will not be taken out at all until it is very important!
It's just barely enough... Isn't it really my fault that I feel wronged to you?
"Brother Qin, stop joking..." Lin Wen and the other three shook their heads. It was impossible to accept this request.
Cutting off one's arms is not something difficult to accept. Didn't you see that the saint cut off one of his arms just now?
But the other ones are just fantasy...
Even if they accept it, they definitely won’t be able to take it out!
Even the Zhongzhou Immortal Dynasty, which is famous for its wealth, is like this. It will shake the foundation of the Holy Land!
"Exaggerated!" Qin Yu was about to continue saying something when he heard Qin Hanling say something coldly in his ear.
Is it an exaggeration? I think it’s okay!
Qin Yu touched his nose. He really had no idea about these things. He had never lacked them since he was a child.
But since Qin Hanling said it was an exaggeration, he must be right.
"Look at how poor you are..." Qin Yu complained, causing everyone to have blue veins on their foreheads.
"Let's do this, each person has 100 million spirit stones, a holy medicine, and can cut off his arms!"
"Brother Qin..." Lin Wen still wanted to bargain.
"No more!"
Lin Wen and Yu Mie looked at each other and said through a message: "I think we might as well gamble again... The price is still too high. We still have the Mysterious Fire Fetus unused, and we will definitely win the next game."
"If we win, there is still a chance for everything!"
"Brother Qin, we are willing to raise the bet to 300 million spiritual stones." Lin Wen suddenly said, but the young prince Li Xuanshan was shocked.
"Oh?" Qin Yu was suspicious. He didn't believe that Lin Wen was so kind.
"It's just that we have to make another bet... We still have the last spiritual embryo to open, and the outcome of this round will be decided!"
"What are you doing!" Li Xuanshan jumped to his feet secretly and said anxiously.
He didn't have any trump cards in his hand, and he had absolutely no confidence in defeating Qin Yu again.
Even though he knew that the one left in Qin Yu's hand... was still waste!
"Fuck this piece of trash!" he couldn't help but say in his mind.
"Don't worry, Brother Yu and I will bet against Brother Qin in this game, and you can watch from the sidelines!" Lin Wen said.