Martial Arts Reigns

In the fog, Ye Ming remained calm. He stood still, his body was cultivated very sharply, the skin and fine hair, ears and sense of smell were his eyes. Even a slight breeze can be felt. Even if he couldn't see it, any disturbance could not escape his perception.

A breeze blew from the left, and Ye Ming punched him with his hand.

boom!

Another reckless fight, Song Zhankuang snorted, he obviously didn't expect Ye Ming to react so quickly, and suffered a dark loss.

The arena is covered in fog, people can't see what's going on inside, they can only judge by the sound.

At the table, Ao Leng frowned slightly. Song Zhankuang failed to defeat the enemy within ten moves, which was beyond his expectation. Yuan Jindan next to him said in a low voice: Leader, we bet no less than two million Wuzun coins in this round, and we must never lose. Isn't it...

Ao Leng shook his head: We have no chance to do tricks, the plate is too big, fish and dragons are mixed together, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are watching. If we use tricks, I am afraid that we will be seen through immediately. Don't worry, Song Zhankuang's realm will not be able to do it. It is higher than him, and there is still a chance of winning. Besides, we still have two games, and it’s okay to lose one game.”

Song Zhankuang used the fog to attack continuously, but Ye Ming saw through each time. In each of the three-level orifice points, Ye Ming condenses a three-level Yuan Jin formation, and Yuan Jin is deified, as sensitive as divine thoughts. The body is also extremely sensitive. As the saying goes, the cicada is aware of the autumn wind before it moves. Song Zhankuang's fog strategy has no advantage at all.

The continuous hard work made him numb all over. Even if Ye Ming suppressed his strength, that strength was far above his.

After two hundred moves, Song Zhankuang angrily removed the fog, and the audience immediately saw the situation clearly again. I saw Ye Ming calm and relaxed, while Song Kuangzhan looked anxious and shot again and again.

Seeing this scene, many experienced people said one after another: Song Zhankuang is about to lose.

At three hundred strokes, Song Zhankuang suddenly swallowed a elixir. He stared at Ye Ming viciously, and laughed wildly: I see if you still dare to fight me!

Beiming said: Master, the opponent has taken the Violent Strength Pill, and his combat power has doubled.

Ye Ming said: It's okay, you reduce the suppression to 50%. 50% strength is enough to deal with him.

After the words fell, Bei Ming weakened the suppression, and Ye Ming felt very relaxed immediately. He said coldly: Take Violent Strength Pill, the side effects are too serious, you will regret it.

If I kill you, I'll have endless money to spend. What's a little side effect? ​​Die with me! Song Zhankuang yelled, and directly used his ultimate move to kill Ye Ming.

Ye Ming also moved, he stepped on the magic step, turned into a dozen phantoms, and fought with the opponent.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, the two sides fought more than ten palms, Ye Ming's expression did not change, but Song Zhankuang spat out a big mouthful of blood, staggered back, with an expression of disbelief.

You... You also took the Violent Pill? He could feel that Ye Ming's strength had almost doubled in an instant, and even if he took the Violent Pill, he would not be able to take advantage of it at all.

Ye Ming sneered: You can take it, but I can't take it?

As soon as the words fell, Song Zhankuang was punched and flew away, and he fell far away among the crowd below the ring.

Trash, go to hell!

Some gamblers who lost suddenly rushed over and stomped on Song Zhankuang fiercely. Many of them were Wuzong-level figures. With one kick, the seriously injured Song Zhankuang lost his breath.

For this scene, the people of the Black Dragon Group just pretended not to see it. Ao Leng's expression was gloomy and he didn't say a word.

Ye Ming wins! the host announced loudly.

Ye Ming bowed his hands to everyone and walked off the ring.

The host continued: That's it for today. At this time tomorrow, the two sides will have a wonderful duel. Please come to the scene in time!

After the gambling was over, Ye Ming and others returned to the villa. This time, he invested 210,000 Wuzun coins and earned 560,000! Of course, Yan Ruyu also earned 560,000 yuan, which they shared equally.

Zhang Heng's father, Bao Bufan, also made a fortune, and everyone was in high spirits.

Zhang Heng's father is a fat middle-aged man with a black beard. He came here to thank Ye Ming. He was very enthusiastic and said that he would definitely re-bet him tomorrow to win. Now Ye Ming is the God of Wealth in his eyes, who is closer than his relatives.

In comparison, the yin and yang groups gained more. In this round, the rake alone was worth 700,000 yuan, and he made another 1.08 million in boxing, and the money in his hand rose to 2.78 million in one fell swoop! With this money, tomorrow's gambling will be more confident.

Wang Yangding was in a good mood, and said to Ye Ming: I really sweated for you today. It is rare to take violent pills in the ring. I didn't expect Song Zhankuang to be so desperate.

Murong Xuejiao sneered, If he doesn't try his best, Ao Leng will kill him.

Luo Bingxian was still sorting out his income, and said: Tomorrow's odds will decrease, if we continue to win, our income will probably double!

Ye Ming couldn't help but said: With such a big plate, don't those powerful people be tempted? In his opinion, even Wu Zun and Wu Sheng would be jealous of hundreds of millions of Wu Zun coins.

Murong Xuejiao said: Do you think we can open such a big game casually? To tell you the truth, there are at least four martial saints in this gambling game, but you don't know it. If we win in the end, we will take the profit Give 20% to the Martial Saints!

Ye Ming was stunned, and said: In this way, Wu Sheng must be making a lot of money! Just sitting at home can make such a big profit!

Without the protection of Martial Saints, we dare not play like this. Wang Yangding said, So in terms of safety, you don't have to worry at all, just concentrate on winning.

During the extraordinary period, Ye Ming did not leave the villa, Bao Bufan and Zhang Heng also stayed, expressing their desire to protect him. Ye Ming didn't take it seriously, but he didn't drive them away.

At dawn, Wang Yangding sent a pill. There are eight orifices and nine holes in the elixir, and it continuously spews out a sacred breath, one can tell it is extraordinary at a glance.

Ye Ming asked in surprise: Brother, what is this?

Wang Yangding blushed and said: This is the holy medicine pill I asked for from a senior martial sage, the Holy Aperture Emerald Pill!

Ye Ming's eyes widened: Holy medicine pill? Isn't that very expensive?

Junior brother does not know, this elixir is specially refined for warriors, especially at the level of energy transformation, it has miraculous effects. The price is naturally high, and it costs a full 300,000 Wuzun coins. Of course, the money is paid by the Yin Yang group , When we make money, we will send it to that senior.

Ye Ming's jaw almost fell to the ground, three hundred thousand! This is too expensive!

Quickly accept it! Tonight's gambling fight, we must win! As long as we win, this mere elixir is nothing. Wang Yangding said proudly.

Ye Ming nodded, everyone shared the same interests, he didn't need to thank him, he just said: Brother, don't worry, we are sure to win!

Ye Ming actually didn't take the elixir, because Bei Ming suggested to take it after changing his body, so that the effect of the elixir would be better, and he would be able to break through to something out of nothing. Furthermore, Ye Ming is full of confidence in the next two games of gambling, so there is no need to take it.

The night fell quickly, and the second game of gambling began. On the grounds that Ye Ming did not lose, Yin Yang still let him appear on the stage, while the Black Dragon Group sent the second-rank warrior!

The second rank of the warrior, practicing Gang Rusi, has a very fine control over Gang Jin. A powerful second-rank warrior is strong enough to contend against a martial artist, and even kill a weaker martial artist.

In front of Ao Leng, stood a young man. The young man was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a smile on his face, and he was not nervous at all even in front of Ao Leng.

Wei Ji, you must win this match. Ao Leng said indifferently, If you win, I will share 30% of the profit with you.

Wei Ji smiled hehe and said, Brother Ao, I say they all come from the golden family. If a second-rank warrior can't beat a seventh-rank warrior, then I'll just die on stage.

Your aptitude and strength are hardly weaker than the Golden Crown Prince, but you still can't be careless. Ao Leng was very dissatisfied with Wei Ji's underestimation of the enemy, That Ye Ming is not simple. You also saw that scene yesterday, Song Zhankuang is clearly in the realm He is taller than him, but he just lost.

Within ten moves, I can kill Song Zhankuang. Wei Ji said lightly, Brother Ao, don't worry, this time I will win or lose!

On the other side, Wang Yangding was also instructing Ye Ming, naturally, it was an old saying like being careful.

Naturally, Yan Ruyu and Bao Bufan also came. This time, Yan Ruyu and Ye Ming bet 750,000 each, while Bao Bufan bet 200,000. Zhang Heng also deposited 200,000 for his father, 50,000 of which was borrowed.

As for the Yin Yang Group, they naturally put all the 2.78 million in it.

When Wei Ji stepped onto the stage, there was a burst of cheers from below, and many people shouted: Wei Ji, kill him!

Most of these yelling people lost yesterday. They hated Ye Ming extremely in their hearts and hoped that he would die.

Wei Ji waved slightly to the crowd, then glanced contemptuously at Ye Ming on the opposite side.

Wei Ji, a rank two warrior, the best record is to kill a rank one warrior within 500 moves!

Ye Ming, a seventh-rank warrior, the best record is to kill a fourth-rank warrior within 300 moves!

Although the record gap between the two is obvious, most people were amazed by Ye Ming's performance yesterday. So when the betting is over, the odds are actually 1 to 2. In other words, the people who bought Ye Ming and Wei Jisheng were roughly 50-50.

Gambling boxing begins! The host announced loudly.

Wei Ji shook his hair in front of his forehead, stared at Ye Mingyin with a smile and said, Boy, how are you going to die?

Ye Ming has silently asked Bei Ming to suppress 40% of his strength, so he can now exert 60% of his strength. Sixty percent of his strength against a second-rank warrior is already quite important to him.

Will you die if you don't brag? Ye Ming sneered, As for how you will die, I will tell you with actions.

Hmph! No matter how powerful your mouth is, you're going to die! Wei Ji snapped his fingers and said loudly, I request the use of weapons!

The host immediately looked at Ye Ming and asked, Excuse me, Ye Ming, do you accept the proposal?

Of course. Ye Ming took out the newly bought first-grade sword without hesitation, and let out a sword groan, feeling very cold.

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