"What? Someone suspected of being Sun Ning appeared in the first-level arena in the imperial city and has won three games in a row?" Lin Zhiwen frowned: "Are you sure?"
"Back to the Prime Minister! He looks exactly the same. The difference is that he is dressed as a eunuch and seems to be Princess Min's staff. And Sun Ning has never come out since he went to the Prime Minister's Mansion. It is extremely suspicious. There should be no one in the world.
People who look exactly the same!”
"This time, we must kill him!" Mother Lin gritted her teeth with a cold look on her face.
A dog thief who broke the arm of his beloved son must die without a burial place.
But later, the thief even cut off his son’s head!
Thinking of the tragic scene of Lin Juechen's head rolling around in the coffin before he was buried, unable to connect, Mother Lin felt like thousands of ants gnawing at her heart, wishing to kill everyone in the world in exchange for the life of her precious son.
"Shut up!" Lin Zhiwen scolded impatiently, with murderous intent in his eyes.
Not only did he kill his own son, but he also made enemies with the Lin family and Ye Sanjue. He was looking for his second uncle Lin Yuanshan who had been missing for many years and plotting the remains of the saint, but the clues were suddenly cut off. All his hard work and planning were in vain. He
I also hate Sun Ning deeply.
This person must die, and he must die after suffering all the tortures in the world!
Five hundred red tigers were killed, and Emperor Wei decreed that all suspicious persons would be killed without mercy. He originally planned to give Sun Ning'an such a label.
Now, there is a better opportunity.
Since he dares to go to the ring, no one can save this little bastard!
"Go and ask Ye Honghu to come see me quickly!"
Not long after, a young man with a dull expression and a dull look on his face, who didn't seem to have much cultivation, entered the main hall, bowed and said: "The prime minister is looking for a villain, what are your orders?"
"That's right! Your Guizang Technique has reached a certain level. Even my true self can't tell the strength of your seven-sect master in Hou Tian Realm!" Lin Zhiwen nodded with satisfaction and said with twinkling eyes: "My true self knows you.
You have profound cultivation and powerful methods. But for two whole years, the truth has not sent you to do anything, because the truth knows that you should do big things!"
Ye Honghu's dull face showed a hint of emotion, and he said in a deep voice: "I have eaten the prime minister's two years of worship in vain, I am ashamed of myself!"
"Now, you immediately go to the first-level arena, severely injure Sun Ning, and then bring him to his true form. Remember, you must capture him alive, and you must leave a breath!"
Lin Zhiwen paused and said solemnly: "The truth is that he must not be able to survive or die!"
Ye Honghu bowed and said: "Please rest assured, Mr. Xiang, unless the villain dies, we will definitely do it!"
…
Everyone looked at Sun Ning in surprise.
Isn't this dead eunuch too arrogant? Judging from his appearance, he is actually facing a second-sect Yuanshi, is he sure of victory?
The second disciple of the Fourth Prince's side jumped into the air, flew straight for more than ten meters in mid-air, and then did another somersault and landed on the ring with a very beautiful movement.
Many people cheered loudly. This is the flying technique of Houtian realm warriors, which allows warriors to have the ability to fly for a short period of time.
"Second sect Yuanshi, Pan Haichuan! He has fought at least twenty times with other second sect Yuanshi in the first-level arena, and his record is all victories!"
"The only fight Pan Haichuan lost was with a Sanmen Yuanshi! And he only lost half a move and escaped completely!"
"Pan Haichuan's strength is definitely not comparable to that of Qiu Wusheng, Zhu Liuqing and others. After all, there are two big differences between them! And this is the gap between warriors!"
Not long after, the handicap was announced.
This time, Pan Haichuan lost 1.1 to 1, and Sun Ning lost 1. Pan Haichuan's odds could have been higher, but the fortune teller was afraid that Sun Ning would buy his opponent to win when he knew he was losing, so he deliberately lowered the odds.
Odds.
"Help me count the total, and I will win if I buy it!" Sun Ning took out a large bundle of gold tickets and accurately threw them in front of the dealer.
The crowd was shocked again.
Damn it, this golden ticket is worth over a million, right?
A dead eunuch actually has so many golden tickets?
Compared with this eunuch, as a young master from a rich family, I am simply a poor man!
When the dealer saw that Sun Ning had bought himself to win, he looked ecstatic and immediately counted the golden tickets. Not long after, the results were out. He was afraid that Sun Ning would be cheating if he lost, so he deliberately said loudly: "Xiao Ning bought himself to win, bet on yourself."
Pay one million, eight hundred and thirty-four hundred gold!"
The crowd exclaimed again.
Countless people stared at the pile of gold tickets with greedy expressions on their faces.
Even the little princess was so shocked that she didn't come back to her senses for a while.
Some people are even thinking that with so many golden tickets, will this little eunuch have other treasures on him? If he is killed to steal the money, how sure can he be...
"I have never seen such a proud and arrogant young man like you!"
With a look of regret on his face, Pan Haichuan shook his head and sighed: "What makes me angry is that you caused me to lose 1.8 million gold. Originally, if I killed you, all the gold would be
mine!"
"So, I won't let you die so happily!"
In an instant, a strong force of energy swept through Pan Haichuan's body like a long stream. An astonishing destructive force was clearly revealed before he took action.
Pan Haichuan ran in long strides, his body as agile as a flying bird, his right hand turned into a claw, and he grabbed Sun Ning on the shoulder.
Sun Ning ducked and retreated.
The acquired Yuanshi, whose Yuan Qi transforms into Yuanli, are completely at the same level as the Body Refining Realm warriors. Moreover, Pan Haichuan's personal strength is very strong and he is the best among the two Yuanshi. His offensive poses a huge threat to him.
This claw seems ordinary, but its strength is at least as strong as ten tigers!
Ten tigers have the power of ninety oxen.
Being caught in the shoulder with the force of ninety oxen, the consequences can be imagined.
But the most exquisite thing about Sun Ning is not his boxing skills, but his swordsmanship that has advanced to the state of "doing whatever you want" and his wonderful basic body.
Sun Ning took long strides and leapt, performing a series of body movements. Dozens of footwork, under the condensation and sublimation of the basic body of movement, were like a set, perfectly fitting together.
His speed was astonishingly fast.
Pan Haichuan, who was the first to bear the brunt, discovered that the enemy's skill and speed were unprecedented in his life. No matter how hard he pursued, he was always a little behind.
The onlookers saw that Sun Ning's figure was like a ghost. Every moment, he seemed to be in front of Pan Haichuan, but also seemed to be several meters away, unable to be recognized or seen clearly.
A full quarter of an hour later, the battle circle was still the same as it was at the beginning.
Pan Haichuan saw that he could not make any achievements for a while, so he shouted anxiously and angrily: "Stop..."
At this moment when he was roaring, his breath was stagnant.
Clang!
A clear sword sound sounded, a red light suddenly appeared, and a sword energy that was as fast as a dream quickly passed by Pan Haichuan's neck.
This sword light was the last scenery Pan Haichuan saw in his life.
A huge head shot high into the sky.
A headless corpse fell to the ground, blood spurting out like a spring!
The acquired warriors, two elite warriors, were decapitated by Sun Ning with one sword! (To be continued)