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Everyone is looking forward to this battle. They are all top geniuses and they will definitely unleash their full strength!

At this time, Mu Yan was holding his own number, and he already knew that his opponent was Yi Tianlan.

"Brother, we can finally beat that guy up. They were too arrogant last time!"

"Senior Brother Mu Yan, we must let them know that the so-called Holy Son is worthless in front of our Kunlun disciples!"

"If that Yi Tianlan barks again, just beat him to death!"

"What's so arrogant about a Sun Saint? Our senior brother Mu Yan has never lost before, so we are still afraid of him having a Sun Saint?"

The disciples on Kunlun's side looked at the sign in Mu Yan's hand and shouted excitedly.

After the last conflict, they were suffocating in their hearts.

That Yi Tianlan actually dared to keep his eyes on Senior Sister Yingluo and wanted to pry Senior Sister Yingluo away?

It’s so damn good!

Listening to everyone's anger, Mu Yan smiled and said: "Don't worry, I hope this Yi Tianlan can make me take it seriously."

He never paid attention to Yi Tianlan, the Holy Son of Shenxiao.

Although the other party is the Holy Son, so what?

Who is not a top genius?

The token in his hand began to be guided by the mirror world, leading him to start rising, and then under everyone's gaze, he entered the mirror world.

On the other side, Yi Tianlan also had a look of satisfaction on his lips.

"It's okay. You don't have to wait too long. I can finish him off in this battle! I am bound to win the girl next to him!"

Yi Tianlan's eyes were extremely cold and arrogant, and he never took Mu Yan seriously.

In this battle, he will defeat Mu Yan forcefully and let Yingluo see who is the man most worthy of her!

Later, the token in his hand was also pulled by a force, bringing him into the mirror world.

The disciples of Shenxiao Holy Land behind him all shouted excitedly.

"Lord Holy Son, you must step on him and rub him under your feet. The people in Kunlun are too arrogant!"

"With the strength of the Holy Son, don't you just have the skills to defeat that kid? There is no need to have any suspense at all!"

"The girl next to him is very plump. Only the Holy Son is worthy of such a plump girl!"

The disciples of Shenxiao Holy Land were like a pack of crazed wolves, each one with high fighting spirit.

They shouted so loudly that the disciples of Kunlun Holy Land looked over in displeasure.

The eyes of the two sides collided in mid-air, invisible lightning was faintly produced, and no one gave way to the other.

The two of them have entered the arena in the mirror world, and the audience below has begun to discuss it heatedly.

Some people have even opened the market.

"Come on, come on, the number one direct descendant of Kunlun, and the Holy Son of Shenxiao, who is stronger and who is weaker?"

"I have opened the market. The odds of the Holy Son of Shenxiao are 1 to 1, and the odds of Kunlun's No. 1 direct descendant are 1 to 2. Come and place your bets!"

An old man started shouting in the crowd.

I heard that someone was betting on the market, and many interested people gathered here.

"The odds of Shenxiao Holy Son are too low. Can they be improved a little? I want to win by buying Shenxiao Holy Son. He will definitely win!"

"Kunlun's No. 1 direct descendant has a low chance of winning. Just look at the odds!"

"Let me think about what to do first!"

People in Wuyangyang gathered curiously and discussed together. Everyone was very cautious and did not want to place bets immediately.

The dealer became a little anxious when he saw how cautious these people were.

The two people on the ring are about to start a fight, and they haven't placed their bets yet. Do they have to wait until the winner is determined between the two before they can make a temporary limit bet?

It's not okay to play like this. As the banker, he will suffer a big loss!

The dealer hurriedly shouted: "There are still a hundred breaths left, and I will close the deal. If you hesitate any longer, you will miss it!"

After he shouted this, the people around him became anxious.

"I think the Holy Son of Shenxiao will definitely win. Do we still need to question his combat power? The odds of one to one are already very high. I'll bet 100,000 spirit stones!"

"Me too, with one hundred thousand spirit stones, I bet on the Holy Son of Shenxiao to win!"

"If the odds are low, then let it be low. If you can make a little bit, it's a little bit. Five hundred thousand spirit stones. The Holy Son of Shenxiao will win!"

"Damn it, you guys are really rich, but I'm different. I only have divine source! A thousand pounds of divine source, I bet on the Holy Son of Shenxiao to win!"

"It's over. I've spent all my spirit stones and divine resources. Let's do this. I have a bath towel from the Holy Maiden of the Sky, and I'll keep it too, damn it!"

Everyone rushed to place their bets, betting on Yi Tianlan, the Holy Son of Shenxiao, to win in a tacit understanding.

On Mu Yan's side, almost no one placed bets.

Even if there are, there are very few.

"That Mu Yan is also the first direct descendant of Kunlun after all. I think his strength has not been fully demonstrated. I bet on him, fifty thousand spiritual stones!"

"I'll test the waters. One hundred thousand, I'll bet on Mu Yan to win!"

"Eggs cannot be put in the same basket. I have 200,000, and Oshimuyan wins!"

Some people still want to take a gamble.

So far, Kunlun's disciples have performed very well, which has greatly exceeded their previous opinions of Kunlun's disciples.

Therefore, they also feel that Mu Yan must have some powerful methods that he has not yet used!

So, they are just gambling!

However, the disciples of Shenxiao Holy Land are betting that their own Holy Son will win.

After all, he is their own Holy Son, and they have absolute confidence!

"Five hundred thousand spirit stones, I bet on the Holy Son to win!"

"Me too, all my wealth, ten thousand kilograms of divine source, I bet on the Holy Son to win!"

"I only brought twenty thousand kilograms of divine source, all betted!"

"Hahaha, isn't this giving us money? I definitely bet on the Holy Son to win!"

The disciples of Shenxiao Holy Land were happier than each other, because in their opinion, such a bet was giving them money.

This money, it would be a waste if not to take it!

After receiving so many bets at once, the dealer's mouth was about to smile crookedly. If it was an upset and Yi Tianlan lost, he would make a lot of money this time!

The dealer looked at the Kunlun disciples and shouted loudly: "Brothers of Kunlun, don't you want to bet? I'm going to close the bet, don't you support your first direct disciple?"

With just a shout, the disciples of Kunlun gathered around and took out all their wealth without hesitation.

"One hundred thousand jin of divine source, Senior Brother Mu Yan will win!"

"No need to say more, you will understand, one million spirit stones!"

"Here are ten leaves of the Enlightenment Tea Tree, which is my most precious thing!"

"Fuck, why did you even take out the Enlightenment Tea Tree? I can't hide it either, fifty thousand jin of divine source, plus fifty Danyang Zhu fruits!"

"I also have twenty dragon scale fruits, twenty soul infant fruits, and ten jin of Yin Yang treasure liquid! I bet on Senior Brother Mu Yan to win!"