At the Qianlong Conference, in addition to the battles between these geniuses in the Divine Martial Realm, there were also battles between the younger generation in the Yuling Realm.

However, those competitions in the Spirit Realm are overshadowed compared to those of the geniuses such as Huangfu Minghui.

If the opponent is sure, the bets from outside the casino begin.

At this moment, Zhou Wen stood up to challenge Chen Mo, the second disciple of Longyun Tiangong, which shocked everyone.

"This primitive man didn't deal with Chen Mo on the first day. Is he going to take revenge?"

"I don't know where he came from, but he was able to practice to the Divine Martial Realm!"

"Some of them are now watching, I want to bet Chen Mo to win!"

In the venue, everyone started to talk.

Xiong Gaoxing was happy when he heard Zhou Wen's words, and laughed and said, "Don't worry, Senior Zhou!"

His pocket contained the sixty low-grade spirit stones that Zhou Wen gave him, and it was enough to bet on it.

On the golden arena, Chen Mo stood up from the throne.

"You are worthy of challenging me if you become a barbarian in the foreign world?" Chen Mo said sternly.

"It's true that I am a barbarian from abroad, but my cultivation is real. Do you think if you lose to me, will you be embarrassed?" Zhou Wen said with a bold and unruly laugh.

He jumped up without any divine power fluctuation, and he jumped onto the golden arena in the center with his body.

This golden arena is a magic weapon prepared by Longyun Tiangong, which is specially used to deal with the battles of masters in the Divine Martial Realm.

There are formation spiritual patterns on the ring, and the energy fluctuations of masters in the Divine Martial Realm will be controlled.

"Is this guy a pure physical cultivation?" Gu Qingshan said in confusion.

Zhou Wen's every move did not release any fluctuations in his divine power.

"If you practice physically, it would be interesting. If you use your physical body to break the realm and enter the path of divine martial arts, your talent will be considered amazing." Lei Wentian said frankly.

There was a sense of disdain in his eyes.

As the saint son of the War Demon Sect, he practiced the purple lightning thunder technique. He could activate the thunder of heaven and earth and suppress the evil demons with his hands and feet.

He is not taking his mere physical training seriously.

"Chen Mo, defeat him." Huangfu Minghui said lightly.

His eyes were staring at Zhou Wen without any fluctuations.

"Yes, Senior Brother Huangfu." Chen Mo said with his fists.

He then took a step forward, stepped in the air, and a cloud rose up under his feet, dragging his body.

Chen Mo walked step by step on the auspicious clouds and walked to the arena.

"I am Chen Mo, the second disciple of Longyun Tiangong, and I will report it to you!"

Chen Mo landed gently and stood on the arena.

"I am not a disciple of the Heavenly Palace, nor a saint's son and goddess. My surname is Ren Chao, but I am the son of the destruction tribe." Zhou Wen shouted loudly.

The sound was rough and the sound was resounding throughout the venue.

He almost believed this statement.

Anyway, no one knows him here, so he just opens his mouth and comes.

"Ren Chao, I'll give you thirty breaths to consider whether you want to compete with me. If you lose with me, the outcome will be very miserable." Chen Mo said with a grim smile.

Behind him, a long sword was out of the sheath and fell into his hands.

His long sword is not an ordinary long sword, with barbs on it. If it is stabbed into the body and pulled out, it will definitely bring up a large piece of flesh and blood!

"There's so much nonsense. If you want to fight, fight, get out if you don't fight!" Zhou Wen cursed.

At this moment, all casinos outside are also open!

Countless funds poured into it, all of which were bought by Chen Mo to win.

No matter how arrogant Zhou Wen is, everyone understands that Chen Mo is definitely better than Zhou Wen.

The second disciple of Longyun Tiangong is second only to Huangfu Minghui.

Chen Mo was practicing on Longyun Mountain and mastering various secret techniques of Longyun Heavenly Palace. He was just right to deal with a so-called tribe's remains?

There are indeed some small tribes living in this world in the wild.

These small tribes can only be said to be barely surviving, and many small tribes have been destroyed by monsters.

To survive means that resources are scarce and techniques are not exquisite enough.

Xiong Gaoxing stood outside the casino, looking at the odds, and his face twitched.

If you lose this, all these spirit stones will be gone.

"Forget it, since Senior Zhou said he could win, I'll do what he said." Xiong Gaoxing gritted his teeth and slapped all the spirit stones on the table.

"I want to bet Ren Chao to win!"

Sixty low-grade spirit stones were placed on the table, and the casino owner was shocked.

This wave of profit is a sure thing!

"Okay, okay, bet!" The boss hurriedly collected the spirit stone and gave Xiong Gaoxing a certificate.

The bet ends.

On the ring, Chen Mo shook his sword in his hand, and his aura also rose.

"The competition begins!" Huangfu Minghui said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Wendang rushed up first.

The white big bone rod in his hand was simple and unpretentious, as if it were the bones of some kind of monster.

This big bone stick was the bone he took off from his body by killing a demon emperor on the way.

The bones have only one characteristic, which is that they are very hard.

For him, it's enough!

“So fast!”

Mu Qinghan said in surprise.

Zhou Wen did not use any divine power, but his body directly broke through the sound barrier and came to Chen Mo.

He held up a big white bone stick in his hand and smashed it down with one stick.

"I only know how to use brute force, without any skills, I'm stupid!" Chen Mo said disdainfully.

He had a long sword and a dragon roar came.

"Tenglong Sword!"

The air around him was stagnant, and a long golden dragon jumped up from his sword body and blocked him in front of Zhou Wen.

"I am worthy of being the second disciple of Longyun Tian Palace. This move may have reached the late stage of the Divine Martial Realm!"

"Even if this barbarian's body is hard, he will probably be shaken to pieces!"

In the venue, everyone was staring.

"My goal is the Earth Dragon Ball. One move against you is enough. Keep the powerful killer move against Huangfu Minghui." Zhou Wen said disdainfully.

The big bone rod in his hand fell down and collided with the golden dragon.

The dragon's body suddenly stopped in the air.

Crack Crack Crack –

The dragon began to shatter inch by inch from the top of its head, and countless violent divine power surged around.

A golden light burst out from the golden ring, surrounding all the power.

The divine power hit Zhou Wen's body, and even his skin was not cut.

The dragon gradually shattered, but Zhou Wen's big bone stick still rushed forward.

The White Bone Gang was so powerful that it hit Chen Mo.

"Tenglong Sword, change!"

Chen Mo's face was horrified and hurriedly activated his sword move.

Zhou Wen's power is really too strong.

But the sword lights fell and shattered after touching the bone rod!

Chen Mo's expression became solemn and he hurriedly retreated.

"Don't run! Are you not the second disciple of Longyun Tian Palace? What are you running?" Zhou Wen rushed towards the sword light like a madman.

boom!

The bone rod finally fell on Chen Mo's head.
To be continued...