Several monks present looked at each other.

Then, a monk's face turned red and he stood up directly.

"Made, the more I think about it, the more I feel like we are at a loss. We are so stupid. Since we know that the Kyushu Sword God will not be able to lose for a while, why are we still hesitating?"

"Yes, fellow Taoist, let's go together."

"To be honest, I came here just to observe the fighting method. I have never bet on winning or losing, but this time the Kyushu Sword God is so powerful, it is just free money. Why not? I will also bet 10,000 spirit stones."

Such things did not only happen in this area, but also happened in many places on the Bloody Arena at the same time.

The rules of the bloody battle are that no matter how strong a certain monk is in the ring, as long as he wins, if you bet on him 10,000 spiritual stones, you will have to pay at least 11,000 spiritual stones, while in a bloody fight to the death, you can bet up to 100,000 spiritual stones.

In other words, if Qin Cheng wins, a monk can earn 10,000 spiritual stones from the bloody battle.

Moreover, Qin Cheng's victory or defeat was not about earning spiritual stones from other monks, but about harvesting the Shadow Palace's wool, so these monks were not afraid of the matter spreading.

For a time, many monks flocked to the stall specialized in bloody fighting and frantically chose to support Qin Cheng.

This scene also stunned many newly arrived monks. After asking about the cause and effect, many of these people also joined in.

"God's Coming"

With so many people choosing to support Kyushu Sword God, it is only right that they follow suit.

In fact, some newcomers became even more excited when they found out that Qin Cheng had been set up by Elder Qu and entered into a bloody fight to the death.

Most people have a righteous heart that helps the strong and the weak and supports the weak.

Although Qin Cheng is not weak, he was deceived. In the hearts of everyone, he is the one who should be supported.

Thinking of Qin Cheng frantically slapping Shadow Palace in the face, many monks instinctively chose to support Qin Cheng.

So, when the next fight started, cheers for Qin Cheng gradually started to sound outside the bloody ring.

"Kyushu Sword God!"

"Fellow Sword God Daoist will win."

"These two monsters look stupid at first glance. Fellow Sword God Daoist will definitely crush them!"

"Fellow Sword God, I will bet all my belongings on you to win. I am willing to sacrifice ten years of my life in exchange for you to kill this beast."

"These bastards!"

Hearing the cheers of the monks, Elder Qu's face became even more ugly.

And soon, what made his face even more ugly was that in the next two consecutive games, the monster beasts sent by Bloody Challenge fell to the ground one after another.

Qin Cheng either used Taoist techniques or used thunder techniques.

The six demonic beasts that had been controlled with a lot of effort were reduced to corpses.

The sky was raining with blood, but Qin Cheng was dressed in green clothes, but not a trace of blood was stained.

Land on the ground, sit cross-legged, close your eyes and concentrate, and do it in one go.

It was as if he was not experiencing a life-and-death fight, but just taking a leisurely stroll.

Three games in a row, and another complete victory, which made all the cultivators in the bloody ring go crazy.

"The Kyushu Sword God is invincible!"

"Kyushu Sword God will win!"

Throughout the bloody arena, almost all the monks were pulling their necks and shouting excitedly.

It's impossible for them to be unhappy. First of all, after these few battles, it was a pleasure to watch.

Qin Cheng faced two monks of the same level alone. He was originally at a disadvantage of one against two. In addition, the people sent by the bloody league were getting stronger and stronger. Many monks couldn't help but compare themselves to Qin Cheng.

A sweat.

But in the end, Qin Cheng crushed his opponents in almost every battle and completely defeated them!

Now he has won all eight battles, which is equivalent to defeating or even killing sixteen monks of the same level in a row.

This performance even partially surpassed that of Ying Bufan and Mo Chenshuang back then.

It means that everyone has witnessed a miracle today, who can not be excited.

It's more about people themselves.

During this period of time, Qin Cheng had completed eight bloody battles. The bravest ones had earned more than one hundred thousand spirit stones, while the more cautious ones had earned tens of thousands of spirit stones.

It's like pie-in-the-sky freebies, who wouldn't be happy?

At this time, the cultivators not only admired Qin Cheng's cultivation level, but also became more and more pleased with Qin Cheng.

Those who had made a lot of money could not help but kneel down to Qin Cheng.

The bloody arena, which was originally an auditorium for each supporter, has now become the home court of Qin Cheng. Almost all the monks, whether because they have bet on Qin Cheng, for the justice in their hearts, or even to see a miracle, are

Shouting Qin Cheng's name.

"Elder Qu, what should we do next?"

Seeing the roars of the monks below the arena, a deacon wiped the sweat from his head and bowed to ask.

Now in the arena, the corpses of the two monster beasts have been cleaned up, and the damage to the arena has been completely repaired. It seems that a new opponent is about to be sent out, but Elder Qu has not responded yet.

"Where is the Baiyue War Lord? Where did Butler Liu die?"

Seeing tens of thousands of monks cheering and shouting in front of him, the originally cruel and bloody battle almost turned into a sea of ​​joy. Elder Qu's eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth.

"Elder Qu, why are you so worried?"

At this moment, a calm voice sounded outside the room.

Then the door opened, and a slender black-haired man walked in slowly.

The cultivation he exuded, even though he was in the Tribulation-Transcending Realm, gave everyone in the room a strong sense of oppression, as if they were not facing a monk of the same level, but a second-level monk like Elder Qu.

"Fellow Taoist Baiyue, you are finally here."

Seeing the visitor, Elder Qu also showed a relaxed smile.

Baiyue War Lord ranks first among the Ten Bloody Fighters, and unlike other War Lords who change frequently, Baiyue has occupied this position for ten consecutive years.

The reason why it took ten years was that Baiyue had only been in the Shadow Palace for ten years in total.

Compared with others, his strength is truly half-step and two-death. With his special strength, he can almost be regarded as a two-delay monk.

In Elder Qu's mind, apart from the final battle between Qin Cheng and Er Shui, Baiyue's participation in this battle is the best choice.

After all, if you wait until the last battle, even if Qin Cheng loses, the bloody battle will be disgraced.

"Killing Liu Feng and others continuously. This guy does have some strength. Even I am not easy to deal with."

Walking to the window, he leaned over and looked at Qincheng in the bloody ring below. Baiyue was full of meaning.

"Baiyue, as long as you can kill this person, you can get your wish and enter the position of elder in the Shadow Palace." Elder Qu said at the right time.

"Can you decide this?"

Baiyue's body moved slightly and he suddenly turned his head to look at Elder Qu.

He is an ambitious person and does not want to be a war lord in name only for the rest of his life.

To survive in the Shadow City, you can only go one step further by joining the Shadow Palace.
Chapter completed!