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Zhang Changxiang was startled by Wan Jie's words. It sounded like Wan Jie was going to take it seriously. Could it be that after fighting for so long, Wan Jie hadn't taken it seriously?

Thinking of this, Zhang Changxiang couldn't help feeling a bit of fear. He fought Wan Jie with hundreds of moves just now, even though his level of strength was one level higher than Wan Jie's, he didn't take any advantage. If Wan Jie didn't use his full strength, That……

"Wang Huai, you are the only one who can show off, and you have created a few semi-holy weapons, which are awesome and amazing. The poor monk will let you see what it means to be in the limelight." Wan Jie said.

kindness?
Wan Jie's words made everyone a little puzzled, he was fighting with Zhang Changxiang, why did he get into a fight with Wang Huai, he wanted to show off more than Wang Huai, what did he want to do?
It wasn't until they saw Wan Jie's next behavior that they finally understood what Wan Jie meant.

Wan Jie clasped his hands together, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere. Beside him, as if by magic, seven lights and shadows appeared, followed by seven divine weapons in front of everyone.

Swords, guns, sticks, halberds, hooks and forks, and the seven divine weapons were all of the semi-holy level, floating above Wan Jie's head, forming a circle, shining brightly in the golden Buddha's light.

"what?"

Zhang Changxiang was holding the only semi-holy weapon in his hand, looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't close his mouth in shock.

Not to mention Zhang Changxiang, even Ning Guosheng, Ziyan Lanxi and others outside the field are not calm. The seven divine weapons are all of the semi-holy level. When did the semi-holy weapons become so worthless?
Standing in the distance watching the battle, the Double-Faced Buddha looked at the seven divine weapons above Wan Jie's head, and shook his head, "Hey, young people are just ignorant and too ostentatious, aren't they just a few semi-holy divine weapons, so arrogant."

The people next to him were speechless when they heard this. They were just a few semi-holy weapons, but there were seven of them, all of which were of the semi-holy level, and it wasn't necessarily all of Wan Jie's possessions.

"Hey, come on, let's fight the magic soldiers and see who can survive to the end." Wan Jie said to Zhang Changxiang.

Zhang Changxiang looked at Wan Jie, and felt like scolding his mother in his heart. He really wanted to say something, fight your uncle, I only have a semi-holy-level magical weapon on me, and you have seven fucking pieces, who will fight with you.

Thinking of this, Zhang Changxiang directly thought of retreating, but before he had time to dodge, the seven magical weapons had already rushed towards him.

"boom"

A cloud of dust was stirred up in the martial arts arena, as if there were thousands of troops fighting. Outsiders could only hear the clanging sound of ice blades handing over. After a dozen breaths, it slowly fell, and then the dust and smoke dissipated. Jie stood there grinning, while Zhang Changxiang's hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn, and there were several bloody wounds on his body that were bleeding continuously, making him look extremely miserable.

His only semi-holy weapon was falling beside him at this time. Although it was not broken, it seemed to have several gaps. Its power must have been greatly reduced, unless a top-level casting master helped him repair it. .

"Do you still fight?" Wan Jie held a semi-holy-level stick in his left hand, gently patted it in the palm of his left hand, and asked Zhang Changxiang with a smile.

At this time, Wan Jie looked very much like a punk fighting with a watermelon knife on the streets of the secular world.

Zhang Changxiang's face was ashen. In fact, he already knew in his heart that this competition was over and he was not Wan Jie's opponent. But after all, with so many people watching at this time, including Ning Guosheng and others, if he directly conceded defeat, it would be embarrassing. Said, how to explain to Ning Guosheng, he is not Ning Yuan, his status depends on that.

So, he gritted his teeth, raised his aura to the strongest again, and prepared to fight to the death.

Seeing Zhang Changxiang rushing towards him, Wan Jie shook his head, "Sure enough, it's Biao, knowing that he is going to die, but still rushing up, if that's the case, then you can't blame me."

Next, a battle where the weak bullied the strong was presented in front of everyone. In just a few breaths, Zhang Changxiang's martial soul was destroyed, his hands were severed, and he completely lost his fighting power.

Wan Jie no longer paid attention to Zhang Changxiang, but walked towards Wang Huai, and asked with a smile, "How is it, is it more popular than you?"

"It's okay, but I'm more handsome than you." Wang Huai replied.

"Fuck, can you...can you stop being so honest?"

"It's so honest, and don't forget there are 100 million spirit crystals."

"Brother, let's discuss the Lingjing stone matter. I'm short on money recently."

"Not negotiable."

Zhang Changxiang returned to the Ning family's camp in despair, and lost to Wan Jie, let alone whether he would be punished, at least it would take a while for his severed hands to recover.

On Ning Yuan's side, after the treatment of elixir and Ning Guosheng, the position of the chest pierced by Wang Huai has almost recovered, and the heart was not injured, so it is not a big deal.

It's just that the damage to Ning Yuan's mind this time is much stronger than his physical damage.

"Hey, you have already lost, does the previous bet count?" Wang Huai asked.

No one answered Wang Huai's question. Ning Yuan stood there with a face as cold as ice, and in his heart he probably tore Wang Huai a thousand times.

Ning Guosheng took a few steps forward, and said to Wang Huai and Wan Jie, "Who are you, and which sect or family do you come from?"

In Ning Guosheng's view, the person who can casually take out a bunch of semi-holy soldiers is absolutely impossible to be from the sects of the Xuanyu Continent, and they are likely to come from outside the territory just like them. If so, then they can't Just kill them casually.

"It doesn't matter where we come from. Don't worry about it. Does the bet just now count?" Wang Huai asked.

Ning Guosheng was silent for a while, looked at Wang Huai and said, "What conditions do you have?"

Wang Huai turned his head and glanced at Ziyan Chuxue who was standing beside Ziyan Lanxi, "My condition is that you don't take her away."

"what?"

Hearing Wang Huai's condition, Ning Guosheng's face suddenly darkened.

The only reason why all of them came to Xuanyu Continent was to take Ziyan Chuxue away, but now Wang Huai told them to give up, how could that be possible.

Ziyan Chuxue was also taken aback. She didn't expect that Wang Huai's condition was related to her, but at the same time, it seemed to be expected. At that moment, Ziyan Chuxue felt an indescribable sense of security.

"Impossible." Ning Guosheng replied without hesitation.

"Except for this condition, you can ask for anything else. You can ask for magical weapons, mysterious crystals or pills." Ning Guosheng said, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Okay, one thousand semi-holy-level divine weapons, five hundred holy-level divine weapons, another hundred pills of ninth-level medicine, and fifty emperor-level exercises. If you can bring these things out, that person will Just take it away with you." Wang Huai said calmly.

"You're looking for death!" Hearing Wang Huai's words, Ning Guosheng's face became extremely ugly. The conditions Wang Huai said were completely impossible. If they could come up with so many treasures, they would still talk nonsense with Wang Huai here ?