Standing on the high platform, Xiao Yang gave a faint smile, spread out his palm, and a force of suction surged out. He took the Lingjing placed on the stone column in his hand.

    "Chief Moyin, thank you for your gift." Xiao Yang arched his hand to Mo Yin with a smile.

    Mo Yin''s face didn''t change, and he tried to keep calm, but the slightly twitching corners of his mouth showed his intention to kill.

    Is this boy a monster? After six games, he didn''t even show any signs of fatigue. If he was an ordinary person, his spirit power would have been wasted.

    Standing in front of the crowd, the latter nods and stares at the members of the group.

    "Can''t afford to play." Xiao Yang is indifferent to smile, need not think, also know the intention of Mo steel.

    If you only rely on freedom to fight, let alone seven consecutive victories, even eight consecutive victories and nine consecutive victories may occur. Obviously, this situation is not what the Yanhuang spirit hunting regiment wants to see. In order to end this possibility, the most effective way is to directly get people out of the Yanhuang spirit hunting regiment and beat down the people on the stage.

    "Game eight, anyone want to challenge?" Mo Yin stares at Xiao Yang, and his mouth is slightly crooked, as if he has foreseen what will happen next.

    "Bang!"

    Mo Yin''s voice fell, and a clear sound of metal hitting the ground suddenly spread. On the high platform, a wing with golden light slanted into the stone platform. On the back of the golden figure, a young man looked at Xiao Yang coldly.

    "It''s Song Qing, his chief spirit beast spirit wing carving. It''s a rare spirit beast of the Jin Dynasty. It''s said that it has reached the level of seven medium censor."

    Under the field, someone couldn''t help exclaiming, which attracted people''s eyes.

    Compared with other lineages, the golden spirit beast has extremely terrifying attack power and defense power. Its body is as hard as metal.

    Seeing the spirit wing carving floating slowly, Yue Ning''s eyes are a little worried. Xiao Yang''s purple flame fox is strong, but Song Qing''s spirit wing carving is not weak either.

    "Gold." Xiao Yang sighed in his heart that it was the right decision to come to the black scale arena. Not only did he see the rare snow spirit beast, but also the gold spirit beast began to appear.

    "Are you a member of Yanhuang spirit hunting group?" Xiao Yang eyes slightly raised, looking at a face of indifference Song Qing, smile.

    "I don''t know what the Yanhuang spirit hunting group is. It''s just to kill you and get a gold coin." Song Qing''s eyes twinkled slightly, and immediately shook her head. Her voice was extremely cold.

    "Tut Tut, this explanation doesn''t work at all." Xiao Yang''s mouth is slightly curled. Among the spirit hunters in Heilin Town, who don''t know about the Yanhuang spirit hunting group and Song Qing''s desire to cover up clearly reveals something.

    "Do you come up here to fight or to talk?" Mo Yin sees the completion of the bet below and sweeps Xiao Yang with cold eyes.

    "I want to know what the odds are." Xiao Yang shrugged innocently and asked with a smile.

    "One to seven." Mo Yin sneered.

    Obviously, at this time, few people are optimistic about Xiao Yang any more. Whether he can survive on this stage still needs a question mark.

    "So few." Xiao Yang shook his head disappointedly, and immediately took out another gold coin card from the empty stone and shot at Mo Yin: "30000 gold coins."

    "You''re going to lose? Sorry, contestants can''t take part in the bet. What if you deliberately lose Mo Yin waved his hand with exaggeration, which made many spirit hunters laugh.

    "I bet I win." Xiao Yang said with a faint smile.

    Smell speech, Mo Yin Mu Lu strange see Xiao Yang a few eyes, immediately can''t help laughing, he didn''t hear wrong, a five level spirit, against seven level spirit, dare to bet himself to win?

    "Sensationalism." Under the stage of the ink steel, disdain of squint on the eyes.

    "Well, well, in that case, I''ll make an exception and thank you for the gold coin you gave us." Mo Yin even said two good words, but the expression is full of the meaning of Yin Yang strange.

    "It''s a good idea to procrastinate, but even if your psychic power returns to the peak, there''s no possibility of winning me." Song Qing''s eyes flashed a cold light that was not observed.

    "Ho!"

    At the same time, the wings of the eagle suddenly burst out, and its chest was three feet high on the ground. The glittering wings, like sharp blades, opened with a Shua and slashed fiercely at the red flame.

    The claws spread out, and the hot flame surged up. Suddenly, the body of the red flame half stood up and collided with the flying eagle.

    "Bang!"

    The dazzling sparks are splashing. With the blessing of speed, the power of Lingyi carving has reached the extreme. The claw of red flame just buckled its wings. Even if it is shot backward, the sharp claws will make several clear marks on the stone platform.

    Purple eyes are full of fighting spirit. At the moment when the platform is about to be launched, three purple streamers surround the red flame''s body. Its power soars in a moment. The rapid speed of Lingyi Eagle slows down slowly. When it reaches the edge, it can''t save any more.

    Looking at the front of the red flame, Lingyi carving''s pupils are cold, and its claws are raised, tearing at the belly of the red flame."Woo

    The red flame tail raised and became as sharp as a knife. It collided with the spirit wing carving. Its huge strength made it unstable and almost fell down.

    Claws slightly forced, red flame''s body in the air a spin, across the back of the spirit wing carving, steady fall on the stone platform.

    Seeing the target disappear, the eagle''s anger sounds. Just as he is about to turn his body, a whirlwind of flame suddenly throws his body away.

    "Click!"

    The red flame''s paws are strong and high, just like the sharp claws of a blade, marking several small cracks on the back of the spirit wing carving.

    "Very good!" Song Qing was very angry and laughed. The reaction speed of red flame was faster than he could imagine. It took only a few breath from the attack to the injury. Seeing the crack on its back, Song Qing''s voice was more obliterating.

    "Spirit wing carving, fly up and kill this fox in mid air!"

    Hearing Song Qing''s instructions, Lingyi eagle''s body moved and rushed to the sky. The claws of red flame swept under his belly and almost cut him open.

    Hovering in the mid air for a week, the eagle''s icy eyes locked on the red flame. With a wave of his wings, several gold and iron like feathers separated and flew down with fierce strength.

    "Bang!"

    The red flame body dodges, dodges those several golden feathers, but next, more feathers fall like rain, in an instant, the whole high platform is full of erect sharp feather blades.

    "See how you can hide." Song Qing saw that the feather blade had sealed the retreat of the red flame, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was very strong: "Lingyi carving, give it the last blow, shoot it into a sieve."

    Lingyi carving a happy cry, a few sharp feather blades, rotating, condensed in front of its body, overflowing with sharp luster, locked the red flame to death.

    "Hum." On Mo Yin''s face, there was a sneer.

    "Are you so sure that I can''t get your eagle?"

    At this time, Xiao Yang''s light laughter suddenly rang slowly.