Since Xiang Qingqing spent a lot of money last time, he has also become a VIP in the Soul Fighting Arena.
As soon as they entered the door, the eyes of a group of new girls lit up. This handsome white-haired guy had quite a temperament.
Among the crowd, Fan Ya, who had been turned away by Xiang Qingwu last time, felt hatred in her heart when she saw Xiang Qingwu, the little bastard. She was finally in love with her, but she was fooled by this little sly one.
But hate comes back to hate, she is a guest, and as a receptionist, she cannot show off to the guests.
He gritted his teeth gently and said with a smile,
"Welcome to the Dragon Warrior Spirit Arena."
Xiang Wuqing nodded, looking up and down at Fanya's figure and smiled,
"We haven't seen each other for a few days. She looks a lot prettier now."
Fan Ya rolled her eyes at Xiang Qingqing and said angrily,
"Come on, you bastard, stop talking so much."
Fanya twisted her waist and walked forward.
Xiang Qingqing followed immediately and said, "Same as last time, beat me to win ten consecutive victories."
After accepting Xiang Wuqing's gold card, he smiled elegantly and said, "Little brother, you are quite confident.
"Would you like to go to the main fighting arena and give it a try? The audience there are all wealthy people who spend a lot of money. If you win, you will earn more."
Huh! The fighting spirit masters who lead the spirit fighting arena are all ruthless people. Even the weakest one is still the best among the three-ringed spirit masters. Brat, let’s see if you make a fool of yourself this time.
Xiang Qingqing didn't care at all about the elegant Xiao Jiujiu and said,
"Whatever you want, arrange it quickly."
"Okay."
Fan Ya smiled slightly and immediately walked towards the Soul Fighting Hall to see if I would kill you, you little bastard.
Xiang Wuqing looked at Fan Ya's back and smiled indifferently...
Fighting souls, this kind of competition between soul masters in the arena, has already begun thousands of years ago.
It is the best choice for ordinary civilian soul masters to survive. Of course, many dignitaries and dignitaries in the soul fighting arena are also one of the targets of the soul masters on the field. If they can be favored by them and get their investment, then these civilian soul masters can
The master will then have the resources to continue practicing.
The blond host has already begun to warm up.
As the audience outside the venue began to cheer enthusiastically, Xiang Ruwu, dressed in casual clothes, stepped onto the soul fighting stage with casual steps.
The host explained promptly,
"The person who is playing today is a newcomer to our soul fighting arena. According to insiders, he has already bet one million gold soul coins on himself for ten consecutive victories. Friends who haven't made a bet yet can consider it."
Of course, this insider is Fanya, and she hopes that the spirit fight tonight will be as lively as possible.
…
One million gold soul coins is no longer a small number. Many people are ready to make a move. It is estimated that after the first game, some people will follow up.
However, those people in the VIP box were motionless. They have been watching the game all year round and have a more sophisticated vision. Naturally, they are not as good as those who occasionally look for fun off the field.
However, there was a surprise among these VIP seats. A middle-aged fat man who looked very rich looked at Xiang Wuqing on the court and smiled slightly, and said to the subordinate next to him,
"Go and win ten games in a row with that young man."
"Boss, how many are you with?"
"One million gold soul coins."
…
This fat man was the same fat man who was watching the match when Xiang Qingqing first came to the spirit fighting arena.
He even sent his men to follow Xiang Qingqing that night, but found nothing...
But what made him happy was that this young man left his name in the Longwu Soul Fighting Arena, Xiang Qingqing.
Based on his many years of experience in the world, this young man named Xiang Wuqing is very interesting.
…
After the warm-up event ended, some beautiful ladies in short skirts began to stand around the VIP seats, ready to accept bets from the audience.
"Next, we invite our soul fighting master, the three-ringed soul master, Shi Hu!"
I saw a 1.9 meter strong man slowly ascending to the Soul Fighting Platform.
He was quite big, so Xiang Wuqing said calmly, "Please."
With a bang, a stone hammer appeared on the soul fighting platform, and three yellow, yellow, and yellow soul rings floated beside the strong man.
The first soul skill is charge.
Picking up the stone hammer, Shi Hu strode towards Xiang Qingqing.
Xiang Wuqing stood there quietly waiting for Shi Hu's arrival, which was undoubtedly a very humiliating provocation to Shi Hu.
What a arrogant boy, blue veins popped up on Shi Hu's forehead, his second and third spirit rings lit up at the same time, and the stone hammer in his hand instantly burst out with a black light and hit Xiang Wuqing hard.
Xiang Wuqing's short white hair was blown high by the strong wind of dancing stone hammers, but he remained calm and unhurried.
With a slight press of his left foot, a Tai Chi shadow appeared at Xiang Qingqing's feet. A pair of eyes behind his short white hair stared closely at the stone hammer. His right hand followed the direction of the stone hammer's dancing and was separated by the black and white Tai Chi power.
pull.
Shi Hu instantly felt as if his power had been removed, and he staggered, and he was also pulled closer to the boy.
There was a muffled sound, and Shi Hu's eyes tended to bulge outward.
Withdrawing the fist that was resting on Shi Hu's abdomen, Xiang Wuqing said calmly,
"Next."
With a bang, the stone tiger that fell to the ground kicked up clouds of dust.
The middle-aged fat man at the VIP table couldn't help but his eyes lit up. He seemed to be stronger than the last time he saw him.
He ordered his men,
"Pursue another two million."
After the first game is the only chance to increase your bet.
Although Xiang Wuqing's performance in the first game was very impressive, the people in the audience were all veterans. They still didn't expect Xiang Wuqing to win ten consecutive victories. After all, he looked too young...
In the second game, Xiang Wuqing's opponent was a three-ring soul master, Wu Jun.
Click...
The sound of a long sword being unsheathed.
Wu Jun tilted the long knife in his hand and quickly rushed towards Xiang Qingqing.
interesting.
The storage soul guide on his waist flashed, and a black broken sword appeared in Xiang Wuqing's hand.
Are you still standing still? Boy, you are really too big.
Wu Jun's eyes flashed, and his whole body was full of flaws.
The long knife swung and slashed towards Xiang Wuqing's left shoulder.
The moment the long sword was about to strike Xiang Wuqing, he flipped his right wrist and the black broken sword got stuck on his shoulder.
There was a clang and the swords met.
Such a quick reaction, although Wu Jun was shocked, he quickly put away the knife and stabbed Xiang Qingqing in the abdomen.
Xiang Wuqing used his left foot as an axis and spun around in a circle to avoid the stabbing attack. At the same time, he broke the sword in his hand and struck at Wu Jun.
This Wu Jun is worthy of being an old man in the spirit fighting arena. He reacted quickly and dodged the sword by leaning back.
But he had nowhere to hide from the next kick.
Xiang Wuqing kicked Wu Jun in the waist and kicked him directly into the air.
Wu Junren was still in the air, and Xiang Qingqing, who was jumping on the spot, was also in the air.
"Next."
As Xiang Wuqing finished speaking, Wu Jun was kicked off the soul fighting platform.
Fan Ya in the audience was dumbfounded. It seemed that it was not difficult enough. Then she smiled like a little fox and said to the people next to her, "Shanghun Sect Group."