"I''m sorry to give him time to bet." Xiao Yang with a smile of eyes, sweep to Mo Yin.

    "It doesn''t matter. There''s a second one." Mo Yin is silent for a moment, suddenly a smile, in the smile, kill an idea particularly rich.

    I thought that this boy would go down after this fight. Unexpectedly, he was so stupid. Didn''t he know that this black scale fighting field was run by Yanhuang spirit hunting group?

    In this black scale arena, as long as Mo Yin thinks, there are countless ways to play with the people on the death platform.

    "Let''s start." Mo Yin grinned and looked sharp as a knife.

    "Don''t worry. I''m still here for the first time. I don''t know what will be rewarded after winning in a row?" Xiao Yang asked with a smile. He was also interested in the collection of the black scale arena.

    "Brother Xiao is too confident in himself." A trace of contempt flashed in Mo Yin''s eyes. You still want to win, but you don''t weigh your weight.

    "If you win one game, you can get 10000 gold coins; if you win two games, you can get 20000 gold coins; if you win three games, you can get 30000 gold coins, and so on. Of course, in addition to gold coins, there are physical objects. If you win seven games, the winner can choose a spirit crystal that conforms to his own attributes. If you win ten games, you can choose an attack spirit. Of course, our regiment has limited resources and can only choose three attributes of fire, ice and wood."

    Although Mo Yin sneers at Xiao Yang, he explains it patiently.

    "Magic." In Xiao Yang''s heart, gold coins and Lingjing could not arouse his interest, but Lingshu was extremely scarce. There was no place to sell Lingshu in this small town.

    "Well, let''s go." Xiao Yang nodded to Mo Yin and said with a smile.

    "I''ll do it!"

    At the moment when Xiao Yang''s voice just fell, a figure, suddenly carrying a faint breath of ice and cold, swept onto the high platform, staring at Xiao Yang playfully.

    This person is Ge Ping, whom Xiao Yang met in the shop.

    "The sixth level spirit." Mo Yinran smiles. Even if Ge Ping is defeated by Xiao Yang, the latter will consume a lot of spiritual power. Defeat is only a matter of time. As long as he does something small, Xiao Yang will die miserably.

    After a bet, Xiao Yang and Ge Ping''s odds even happened to reach one to one. The fire spirit beast has a strong restraint on the snow spirit beast, so not everyone is optimistic about Ge Ping.

    "You''re even with me." Ge Ping frowned and was obviously dissatisfied with the result. He had the same odds as Xiao Yang, which made him feel insulted.

    "Are you strong?" Xiao Yang can''t laugh or cry.

    "At least in front of me, you are not qualified to jump." Ge Ping glanced at Xiao Yang haughtily. In front of him, a white summoning spirit array quickly interweaved and slowly outlined. A snow-white spirit beast slowly floated out.

    "Medium Royal spirit beast, frost pearl Ping." Xiao Yang blinked in surprise.

    Frost pearl duckweed is suspended in the air, surrounded by several white snowballs, slowly rotating, on the high platform, as if floating from the small snow.

    "Die

    Ge pingsenran''s voice rang out, and the floating snow grains on the high platform quickly condensed. In the blink of an eye, several palm sized snowflakes gathered around shuangzhuping. At the edge, there was a sharp and icy breath. At a glance, it was very beautiful.

    With a shock of shuangzhuping''s body, the snowflakes suddenly swept out, mixed with light snow fog, and swept toward the red flame.

    "Flashy, just one move."

    With a faint smile, Xiao Yang''s red flame suddenly swept out, twining the claws of the purple flame like a knife cutting tofu. He cut the snowflakes open, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror.

    "No way!" Geping''s pupils shrink slightly. Ice crystal snowflake is frost pearl Ping''s strongest attack skill. It doesn''t cause any damage to red flame, so it''s all broken?

    In Ge Ping''s shock moment, the red flame has swept to shuangzhuping''s body, and the purple flame carried on her paw has gone away, and it is printed on her body.

    "Pa!"

    After a while, shuangzhuping was hit by a heavy object. She retreated from the high platform like lightning and hit the ground. She wiped out a long snowflake path and then stabilized herself.

    Instant kill!

    "The first scene." Xiao Yang''s dark eyes were calm, as if Shuang Zhuping, who defeated Ge Ping, was just a trivial matter for him.

    Standing on the high platform, Ge Ping didn''t slow down for a long time. Half an hour ago, he warned Xiao Yang that he had better make a detour when he saw him. In the twinkling of an eye, he was defeated.

    This contrast is hard for him to accept.

    The battle ended in an instant on the court, which made the spirit hunters on the stage stunned for a moment. Immediately those who bet Xiao Yang to win all looked excited, while those who lost the bet looked depressed and scolded Ge Ping ten thousand times in their hearts.

    "Next." Mo Yin frowned. Unexpectedly, Ge Ping was so useless that he couldn''t take a move.

    With a slow pace, Ge Ping slowly steps down to the stage and receives frost pearl Ping to the spirit gate. He can''t stay in Heilin town any longer. He doesn''t think Xiao Yang will let him go.Of course, what Ge Ping doesn''t know is that Xiao Yang didn''t care about him from the beginning. Even now, his weight in Xiao Yang''s heart is no different from that of passers-by.

    The next challenge is a sixth level rock Lingshi. However, a startling scene happened again. The spirit beast of this man still didn''t take a move, and was blasted off by the red flame.

    "Next."

    Until the end of the fifth game, his face was light and dark.

    "Is this man a monster?"

    The spirit hunter who had been chatting with Xiao Yang had cold hands and feet. It turned out that the one who had been standing beside him was such a terrible person.

    "The sixth scene, Mo Yin little commander, can you show Ling Jing?" Xiao Yang looks at Mo Yin with a smile, as if he is afraid that he will default.

    "Of course." Mo Yin forcibly suppresses the anger in his heart, takes out a Fire Spirit Crystal from the empty stone and puts it on the stone pillar on one side of the high platform. As long as Xiao Yang wins, the Spirit Crystal will belong to him. If he loses, Mo Yin will take back the Spirit Crystal.

    "Six wins in a row. It seems that there was one in the black scale arena last time." Someone whispered.

    "Seven wins in a row is already the record of black scale arena. I don''t know if this teenager will break it." Some people are more interested in the refresh of records.

    "What do you think? Before, the challenge was only the sixth level Lingshi. Their spirit beasts were only at the level of medium censor. Next, there will be more powerful sixth level Lingshi." A spirit hunter shook his head and sneered.

    "Pa!"

    However, in response to him, there was only a crisp sound. The high censor level spirit beast of the sixth level spirit man on the stage, after being hit by a tail blade of red flame, flew straight out and sat on the ground with a blank face.

    "Wow

    So, after a moment of silence, the whole black scale fighting field was in an uproar, suddenly resounding.