But as a result, Qin Cheng crushed almost every battle and defeated his opponents completely!

Now that all the eight battles are victorious, it is equivalent to defeating and even killing sixteen cultivators of the same level in succession.

This performance is even partially superior to 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 everyone.

During this period, Qin Cheng had completed eight bloody battles. The bravest ones had already earned more than 100,000 spirit stones, and even those who were more cautious had earned tens of thousands of spirit stones.

It's like a pie falling from the sky, no one is happy?

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

Those who made a lot of money could hardly help but kneel down for Qin Cheng.

The bloody arena was originally an audience with its supporters, but now it has become Qin Cheng's home court. Almost all monks, whether they bet on Qin Cheng, for justice in their hearts, or even for the sake of seeing miracles, were shouting Qin Cheng's name.

"Elder Qu, what should we do next?"

Looking at the monks yelling like a tide in the ring, a deacon wiped his head full of sweat and bowed to ask.

Now, the corpses of the two monsters in the ring have been cleaned up, and the damage to the ring has been completely repaired. It is almost time to send out a new opponent, but Elder Qu has not responded yet.

"Where is Baiyue Zhan Zun, where did Deacon Liu die?"

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

"Elder Qu, why are you so anxious?"

And at this moment, a calm sound rang out of the room.

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

Although the cultivation level he exuded was a decline in the Tribulation Realm, it gave everyone in the room a strong sense of oppression, as if he was not facing a cultivator of the same level, but a cultivator of the second-decline like Elder Qu.

"Fellow Daoist Baiyue, you are finally here."

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

Baiyue War Lord ranks first in the Ten Bloody Riding Masters, and unlike other war Lords who often change, Baiyue has occupied this position for ten consecutive years.

And the reason for ten years is that Baiyue has only been to the Shadow Palace for ten years in total.

Compared to others, his strength is a real half-step second-decade monk. With his special strength, he can almost be regarded as a second-decade monk.

In Elder Qu's mind, in addition to Qin Cheng's final battle against Ershang, Baiyue is the best choice to be able to fight in this battle.

After all, if we wait until the final battle, even if Qin Cheng loses, the bloody battle will be ruined.

"This guy is indeed a bit powerful when killing Liu Feng and others in succession. Even if it is me, it is not easy to deal with."

Walking to the window, leaning forward to look at Qin Cheng in the bloody ring below, Baiyue was meaningful.

"Baiyue, as long as you can kill this person, you can get what you want and enter the position of the elder of the Shadow Hall." Elder Qu spoke at the right time.

"Can you decide this?"

Baiyue's body moved slightly and he suddenly turned around and looked at Elder Qu.

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

Survive in Shadow City, only by joining Shadow Temple can you go further.

"As you, it is difficult to join the Shadow Hall. Those who recommend you will even take some risks, but as long as you help me solve this problem, I am willing to make a decision." Elder Qu said with a smile.


Chapter completed!