The scene in front of them completely shocked everyone.
People stared blankly at Bingyang on the ring, and everyone was shocked and speechless.
Sword Master Qingtong... died like this?
With one strike of the sword, everyone, including the person with the sword, will perish!
Is this still something that humans can do?
Is this still a picture that ordinary souls can understand?
All the powerful people present gasped, their scalps were numb, and they were extremely frightened.
Binghai was also dumbfounded.
The power of this sword is probably beyond even his ability!
How is this going?
Why did Bingyang become so powerful?
Did he get any adventure?
I'm afraid that Bingqin, with the magical power of ice, may not be able to have such terrifying destructive power!
Binghai stared blankly at the ring, his mind went blank. He even thought for a time that what everyone said was true, that the ancestor really came out, and even transformed into Bingyang to fight here!
But the ancestor has gone into seclusion again and will never appear here.
After the sword fell, there was silence all around.
No one spoke, and even people's breathing became sluggish.
Countless eyes looked at the Xuanjin Arena, and it was difficult to look away.
The atmosphere at the scene was extremely weird!
"What? What are you still standing there for? Why haven't you come on stage yet? Don't you want the spiritual weapon? Don't you... want to kill me? Now is the opportunity, why don't you seize it?" Bingyang said indifferently. Looking at the stunned crowd, he spoke again.
Only then did people come back to their senses. When they heard his words, they all remained silent.
Just kidding, even the sword master Qingtong was killed with one sword, which is enough to show that this person's strength is extraordinary. Who dares to challenge him on the stage easily?
This is definitely not the Bingyang they know!
"The King of Rebellion!"
Bingyang looked at him and said coldly: "You don't want to fight?"
"I...I..." The Unfaithful Lord opened his mouth, turned his head and said solemnly: "I'd better give the opportunity to others."
"If you can't beat me, you can't beat me. Why bother to save face so much?" Jiuxiao Jade Girl smiled, then threw a wink at Bingyang and said with a smile: "Young Master Bingyang is really awesome. I admire you, little girl. You don't have to ask me if I can fight." Let’s fight, I’m no match for you, I give up!”
The Taoist Monarch's face turned the color of pig liver on the spot.
Bingyang nodded, shifted his gaze, looked at the white-haired ancestor and spoke again: "What about you?"
The white-haired ancestor was silent for a while, clasped his fists, and did not go on stage.
When the other powerful soul masters saw this, their expressions changed.
No one on stage?
The powerful people in the audience were shocked by the scene of the Bingyang force killing Qingtong Sword Master!
"good!"
The Bing family members shouted with joy, and people danced with excitement.
"Long live Mr. Yang!"
"Master Yang is mighty!"
"Hahaha, with Young Master Yang here in my Bing family, I will definitely be able to reach the top! Intimidate the world!"
"My Bing family has great luck! Great luck has come!"
The Bing family members were so excited that even an old man from the Bing family had tears in his eyes. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the sky.
The sea of ice is somewhat difficult to understand.
He really didn't understand what kind of adventure Bingyang got.
Such a powerful strength, such an unfathomable mentality... Is this really Bingyang?
The suspicion in Binghai's heart became stronger and stronger.
Killing the evil monk and the sword master Qingtong one after another, Bingyang's methods have made no one dare to challenge him.
When Bingyang named a number of powerful people to challenge and were rejected, people already knew that there was no need to continue this gambling conference.
The Bing family won!
Such a complete win!
They have harvested countless treasures and made a lot of money. Although many people are jealous, they have to accept this reality.
"about there!"
An old man from the Bing family smiled at Binghai and said: "Clan leader, the conference can come to an end. Let's go back quickly and celebrate Mr. Yang! After today, Mr. Yang will definitely be famous all over the world! The momentum of my Bing family is also
It will reach incredible heights!”
"good!"
Although Binghai was confused, he was still very happy. He took steps to go on stage.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly jumped onto the ring and started shouting.
"Wait! I want to fight him!"
After saying this, the scene fell silent for an instant.
Everyone looked at that person together.
But I saw a rather young man standing on the ring.
The man had short hair, wore a brown sword uniform, and held a sword that was not very powerful. His aura was not that strong, and he was probably not even in the True Heaven realm.
Seeing this scene, people were all dumbfounded.
"Where did this unknown person come from?"
"His soul realm shouldn't even reach True Heaven, right? How dare he go on stage? Is he crazy?"
"Why does such a despicable person come on stage? Can he come up with a treasure that can rival the spirit-infused magic weapon?"
"Get out of here!"
All kinds of sarcastic and sarcastic voices came from all around, and even the Unfaithful Lord couldn't help shouting and cursing.
After all, he didn't dare to go on stage, but he allowed a person with such inferior abilities to go on stage. Isn't this a clear plan to slap him in the face?
Binghai frowned, although he was angry and laughing at the same time, he was still suspicious.
He glanced at the man and said solemnly: "Who are you?"
"A casual cultivator!"
"Rogue cultivator?" Binghai said coldly: "Do you know what you are doing? I, the Bing family's genius, is the monk Lian Zhanxie and the sword master Qingtong. Why do you fight him?"
"What? Don't you dare to let me participate?" the man asked.
"What a joke, you're a loser who doesn't even have the True Heaven Realm. You have such a loud tone? We, Mr. Yang, won't even have to use our fingers to kill you!" A strong man from the Bing family snorted.
"If that's the case, then I should be qualified to be on stage, right?" the man said.
"It depends on what level of treasure you can produce. If the level of the magic weapon is not enough, we can refuse your request to go on stage." Binghai said expressionlessly.
The man smiled slightly, raised his palm, and then turned it over.
Whoosh!
A jade stone like a bright moon appeared in the palm of his hand.
In an instant, all the heroes from all directions looked towards the bright moon-like jade stone.
Everyone's expressions froze.
"That's...the Moon Stone?"
The call spread.
"This kid even has a moon stone?"
The eyes of all the great powers in the four directions were staring straight.
Even Binghai showed his disbelief.
"This should be enough, right?" the man said calmly.
The Moon Stone is an indispensable treasure for forging the supreme divine weapon. It is said that every ten thousand years, the bright moon in the sky will drop a stone, and the stone that falls is usually smaller than a finger. It is far from enough to forge the divine weapon.
But what this person took out was surprisingly the size of a pebble.
This is the Moon Stone that has been gathered for at least hundreds of thousands of years!
It is absolutely enough to use this object to play the spirit-infused magic weapon.
Binghai stared at the Moon Stone for a while, with greed in his eyes, and then shouted in a low voice: "Okay!"
