"Wow! Wow! No. 444, who has just broken through to the upper realm and fought five games in a row! Against the good player No. 38 who has won 20 consecutive victories and reached the upper realm! There may not be any suspense in such a battle. Dear viewers,
What are you waiting for! Place your bets!”
The master of ceremonies set the pace again, and his words showed that the ghost has a high chance of winning this battle.
Therefore, the audience began to place bets, and the scene was no longer the same as before, with only one side betting on Ximen Hao. Instead, most of the people chose to buy ghosts, and there were many big bets!
As for Ximen Hao, although he is a big dark horse today, his reputation as a ghost is too big, and his strength and record are not shown. Therefore, not only are few people buying Ximen Hao, but the amount is also small.
After all, no one wants to die. Of course, they must ignore Ji Wubing and the others.
"Bah! Third sister, your guest is going to die."
Zhan Linghua, who was looking at the ring with a worried expression, suddenly turned cold because she heard a voice she really didn't want to hear.
I saw two brothers, Zhan Lingfeng and Zhan Lingyu, all coming. They immediately drove away the two middle gods beside Zhan Linghua and sat down.
Ji Wubing turned his head and glanced at the two of them, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and then he stopped paying attention, instead holding Bichi in his arms and looking down.
"Bah! Sister, you have spent a lot of money to see off both the guest and the maid!"
Zhan Lingyu glanced at Ji Wubing and Bichi and said in a strange tone.
"Hmph! Gua Nao, why are you there everywhere!"
Zhan Linghua frowned in disgust. Apart from the eldest lady, the two people she didn't want to see the most in Zhan Mansion were the two of them.
"Haha, we are here to see how Ximen Hao died! Waiter! Come here!"
Zhan Lingfeng waved.
The waiter hurriedly ran over, because she had seen these two people before. They were the young master and the young lady of the Zhan family, but Zhan Linghua rarely showed up, so she had never seen them before.
"Master Zhan, what are your orders?"
Zhan Lingfeng took out a space bag and his number plate, and threw it to the waiter:
"One hundred thousand, all-in number 444...lose!"
"I bet fifty thousand!"
Zhan Linghua also lost a cloth bag and number plate.
The waiter was overjoyed, he was lucky today! So many big customers!
After a while, no matter who wins below, she will get a huge commission!
"Haha, you two, I'm watching your hall turn dark. You may lose money today, so be careful!"
Ji Wubing gently shook his feather fan, holding the girl in his arms, so he didn't want to be too pretentious.
"Hmph! Who do you think you are?"
Zhan Lingfeng scolded him coldly.
"Haha, I'm Ji Wubing, I'm good at Tianji Technique, formations, and weapon refining, but Tianji Technique is my major, so I can see that Master Zhan will... die a bad death sooner or later!"
Who is Ji Wubing? He is more sharp-tongued than Ling? In other words, Ximen Hao can beat him.
"You...you are looking for death!"
Zhan Lingfeng stood up suddenly and hit Ji Wubing with a force of pressure.
"That's enough! Zhan Lingfeng! Don't forget this is the Black Tower! Don't cause trouble for the Zhan family!"
Zhan Linghua gave a sweet shout, stood up and stood in front of Ji Wubing.
The other party is a scumbag, and she doesn't want anything to happen to him.
"Sister, what's wrong? You want to turn your elbow outward?"
Zhan Lingyu said in a strange tone.
"Turn outwards? Hahaha! They are my lifesavers! And you? You are the ones who want me to die! And you said that my elbows are turned outwards? Do you want to show off?"
Zhan Linghua didn't learn well from following Ximen Hao, but she learned how to harm others.
"you……"
Zhan Lingyu blushed because of the rebuke, but this was the Black Tower and the property of the city lord, so she really didn't dare to cause trouble.
"Hmph! Little sister, forget it, there are times when they cry! Look how Ximen Hao got his soul eaten! This ghost is very good at eating souls."
Zhan Lingfeng suppressed his anger. He came today not to cause trouble, but in the name of his mother, to see how Ximen Hao died!
Yes, that ghost was invited by Mrs. Hu, and the whereabouts of Ximen Hao and others have been under her surveillance.
Mrs. Hu knows Gui Mei very well. He likes powerful souls, so the divine stone alone is not enough. He also needs the temptation of the soul.
Therefore, when she revealed the information to the other party, she said that Ximen Hao's soul was very powerful.
And this information was also given to him by the Fox God. Not only that, the Fox God also gave her detailed information about Ximen Hao so that she could do things easily!
"Okay! Stop betting!"
The emcee below saw that the bets above were almost done and shouted stop, and this time the bet time he gave was also very long.
After the scene calmed down, he started to lead the rhythm again:
"Dear viewers, today's battle is one of the most exciting in the past few years on the third floor of our Black Tower! First, our dark horse No. 444 today! And I heard that he has not used up all his methods.
Maybe next, he will open our eyes again!"
"Four four four! Four four four! Four four four..."
The spectators who had bet on Ximen Hao began to cheer in unison, cheering for Ximen Hao.
"This second one is our Ghost No. 38. She has not fought again in three years. Most of her records are probably known, so there is no need to say more! I hope she can continue her legend! Break the twenty-one mark
A winning streak!”
"Three-eight! Three-eight! Three-eight..."
The voices supporting the ghosts were even better, but the sound of ‘38’ made Ximen Hao on the ring unable to help but laugh, almost bursting into laughter!
"Okay! Now I announce! Start the formation! The battle... begins!"
"Buzz!"
The magic circle opened and the master of ceremonies also retreated into the distance.
"Qiang!"
Ximen Hao's Yanyue Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and thick bloody divine power ignited, filling the air with a thick evil aura.
"Sanba! Take out your weapons!"
The ghost pulled off his cloak, revealing a head of gray hair and a loose black robe, making him look even more skinny.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, a long whip appeared in the ghost's hand. The entire whip was covered with skulls, a dense bunch, which looked eerie and terrifying.
"This bone whip is made from the heads of one hundred and eight gods. It is also the one hundred and eight gods I have killed! I hope you are one hundred and nine!"
"Ouch..."
The bone whip let out bursts of howling ghosts and wolves, and the skeletons seemed alive, as if there was a soul wailing inside each skull.
Ximen Hao raised his eyebrows, knowing that he had met his opponent today. This ghost was not a human race at first glance. It should be a ghost race or another race.
"Then let Master Hao see, am I your one hundred and nineth, or are you my dead soul? Kill!"
"kill!"
"brush!"
The two of them disappeared from the spot at the same time, and then appeared in the air at the same time.
"hold head high!"
With a dragon roar, the Yanyue Sword struck down.
"Crack!"
The white bone whip was also whipped, hitting the Yanyue knife, and then the tip of the whip went straight to Ximen Hao's face.
Ximen Hao lowered his head and hid. At the same time, his heart moved, and he went straight to stab the ghost without taking back his life.
"Crack!"
The white bone whip hit Ximen Hao's back, and a black energy suddenly emerged from the wound.
At the same time, Zhui Ming was also dodged by the ghost, but his gray hair was still cut off.
One move! There are scars on Ximen Hao's back, and his ghostly hair is still floating in the air. Ximen Hao is at a disadvantage!