Several monks here looked at each other.

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

"Mad, the more I think about it, the more I feel that I lose. We are so stupid. Since we also know that the Kyushu Sword God will not lose for a while, why are you hesitating?"

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

"To be honest, I'm here to observe the fighting method. I've never bet on winning or losing. But this time, the Kyushu Sword God is so powerful, it's simply a waste of money. Why don't you? I'll bet 10,000 spirit stones too."

Such things not only happen in this area, but also in many places where blood is in the ring.

The rules of bloody betting are that no matter how strong a monk on the ring is, as long as he wins, he will have to pay at least 11,000 spirit stones, and the Bloody Death Fight can bet up to 100,000 spirit stones.

In other words, if Qincheng wins, a monk can earn ten thousand spirit stones from the bloody beating.

Moreover, Qincheng's win or loss was not to earn the spirit stones of other monks, but to pull out the wool from the Shadow Palace, so these monks were not afraid of the spread of things.

For a time, many monks flocked to the special stalls of the bloody storm and chose to support Qincheng in a crazy way.

This scene also stunned many monks who had just arrived. After inquiring about the causes and consequences, many of these people also joined in.

So many people choose to support the Kyushu Sword God, so it is absolutely right for them to follow.

Even some newcomers knew that Qin Cheng was designed by Elder Qu and entered the bloody battle, and became even more excited.

Most people have a righteous heart to help the weak and support the weak.

Although Qin Cheng is not weak, he was cheated. In everyone's hearts, he is the one who should be supported.

When he thought of Qin Cheng slapping the face of the Shadow Palace like this, many monks instinctively chose to support Qin Cheng.

So, when the next battle began, the bloody battle gradually sounded out of the bloody battle.

"Jiuzhou Sword God!"

"Fellow Daoist Sword God will win."

"These two monsters are also stupid things when they see them. Fellow Daoist of Sword God will definitely crush them!"

"Fellow Daoist Sword God, I bet you all your belongings to win. I am willing to sacrifice ten years of life for you to kill this beast."

"These bastards!"

Hearing the cheers of the monks, Elder Qu's face looked even worse.

Soon, what made his face even worse was that in the next two consecutive games, the monsters sent by the Bloody Beast fell to the ground one after another.

Qincheng either uses the Taoist arts or uses the thunder method.

The six monsters that had been controlled by a lot of effort were all reduced to corpses.

Blood rain fell all over the sky, and Qin Cheng was wearing green clothes, but not stained with a trace of blood.

Sit down, sit cross-legged, close your eyes and concentrate, and do it in one go.

It seemed as if he was not experiencing a life-and-death battle, but was walking around in the garden.

Three consecutive games, the finale of a complete victory made the cultivators in the bloody striking crazy.

"The God of Swords of Jiuzhou is invincible!"

"The Kyushu Sword God will win!"

In the entire bloody striking, almost all the monks pulled their necks and shouted excitedly.

They can't be unhappy, so they will be happy after these battles.

Qin Cheng faced two cultivators of the same level alone, and was originally at the disadvantage of fighting with one against two. In addition, the people sent by the Bloody Bang were getting stronger and stronger, so many cultivators couldn't help but compare themselves to Qin Cheng and sweated for him.


Chapter completed!