We are cannon fodder, and we are leading the way in cultivating immortals.

Ling Lan was also looking around. He was tall and stood out among the crowd. He could easily see the various gaming tables and arenas.

He watched for a while, and finally his eyes settled on a group of people not far from them.

There was a ring, and there were many people gathered inside and outside. It was almost packed, but you could feel a very powerful spiritual power fluctuation, and it seemed that someone was fighting.

"I see the fighting over there is pretty intense, I don't know what I'm betting on."

Jiang Shaobai narrowed his eyes, "There is a life and death competition there, and the stakes must not be ordinary. Let's go over and have a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wen Xiangyi rushing over.

"Damn it, if that thing catches her eye, she will definitely go up and beat it." Ling Lan quickly followed.

He knows Wen Xiangyi's character very well. This girl is a militant!

As Jiang Shaobai said, this is indeed a life and death battle, and their bet is a set of high-level black ice iron armor.

Wen Xiangyi's eyes lit up when she saw the words "Xuan Bing Iron". Her Xuan Bing Iron armor melted and broke, which made her feel distressed for a long time. After that, she never found suitable materials to forge another set.

Now that a complete set of forged and high-end armor is in front of her, how can she not be tempted?

She looked at the people around her again and found that almost all of them were body cultivators, mostly male cultivators. They were all big, muscular, and round-waisted.

"Do you want the Black Ice Armor?" Ling Lan turned Wen Xiangyi's arm.

Wen Xiangyi rubbed the hilt of the sword, and there was a glint of excitement in his eyes, "That is a high-level black ice iron armor, which is enough to withstand a fatal blow from a Nascent Soul monk. Of course I want it!"

"Okay." A smile overflowed from Linglan's narrow Danfeng eyes.

He moved his muscles and his knuckles crackled when he pinched them, "I haven't had any serious fights since I broke through the Golden Core Stage. Brother, I'm going to go up and take down the Xuan Bing Iron for you."

Wen Xiangyi held his shoulders and said, "No, I have been learning Xiaoyao Sword Technique some time ago, and I want to try new moves."

Jiang Shaobai turned his head and looked at her, "Which style is Xiangyi learning?"

"Poyun, the killer move." Wen Xiangyi raised the corners of his lips, as if he was determined to win.

"Wait for my good news." She said nothing and trotted over to register.

Ling Lan smiled and folded her hands, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it would be terrible to face her."

"Those who fight in life-and-death battles are all desperadoes. They all use killing moves and are cunning and insidious. I'm afraid Xiangyi won't win so easily."

Jiang Shaobai said and turned his eyes to the stage. At this time, two people were fighting fiercely, and their spiritual energy slapped on the ground, making loud noises. If it weren't for the formations under the stage and the barriers around it, there might be gambling. The roof beams of the square have been lifted up.

He observed silently, and then continued, "The physique cultivator with three scars on his face is now in the middle stage of the golden elixir. If Xiangyi goes up against him, he will probably suffer some hardships."

He didn't think Wen Xiangyi would lose. After all, she had defeated a monk at the Golden Core stage when she was in the Foundation Establishment stage.

"It doesn't matter if you suffer a little, as long as your life is not in danger."

If you can gain experience and improve from a battle, why not suffer a little?

Ling Lan paused and then said, "Let's take a look at the situation later. If something goes wrong, we'll take action immediately. Although we are too tired to let others interfere, we are not reasonable people."

Jiang Shaobai pursed his lips and smiled, "Indeed."

On the ring, the physique with three scars on his face was defeated by the monk in blue on the opposite side.

The strong air flow knocked him to the ground, and his arm was wiped with blood on the rough ground, leaving a long blood mark.

Although the monk in blue on the opposite side had the upper hand, he was not much better. His hair was messy, his face was covered in blood, and he was full of evil energy.

Seeing that the scarred monk was knocked to the ground by him and looked uncertain whether he was alive or dead, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He gasped for air and walked quickly over to finish him off.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the blue-clothed monk walked over, the scarred monk who had fainted on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, then swept his ankle with a kick, tripping him to the ground!

The monk in blue was frightened and tried to get up in a hurry, but the Scar monk on the opposite side used pressure to crush him, then pulled out a gleaming sharp knife from his waist at an extremely fast speed, and cut him without saying a word. To his neck!

There was a loud sound, blood spattered out, and the monk in blue had his head cut off by the scarred monk! His eyes were wide open, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and he refused to close his eyes!

"It's a soul-killing knife! This scarred face actually has a soul-killing knife!"

"Isn't he a physical practitioner? Why did he use a knife? This is against the rules!"

……

The monks watching the battle below immediately exploded. Many of them stared at the sharp knife dripping with blood in the hands of Brother Scar, with undisguised desire in their eyes.

"The Soul-killing Knife, this is a good thing." Ling Lan narrowed his eyes.

Although this magic weapon is not unique in the world, it is extremely rare.

The precious thing about it is that it is forged from the crow-killing stone in the Wuwu Sea. When fighting against a monk, it can not only kill his body, but also his soul by the way, truly eradicating the root!

Jiang Shaobai went to place his bet. When he heard Ling Lan say this, he raised the corners of his lips, "Xiangyi should also be eyeing that knife."

Ling Lan followed his gaze and looked over. At this time, Wen Xiangyi was standing in the queue waiting to go on stage to compete.

Compared with the greedy eyes of those around her, her smile was very innocent, but Ling Lan knew that every time Wen Xiangyi smiled like this, someone would be in trouble.

So, he silently offered a stick of incense to the scarred monk in his heart, "Go away, big brother."

Jiang Shaobai seemed to have guessed what Ling Lan was thinking. He shook his head with a smile, patted his shoulder and said, "The next one up is not Xiangyi."

After the words fell, a delicate voice sounded, "This is a life and death competition. No one stipulates that physical training cannot use magic weapons, as long as you can win."

The voice was as melodious as a lark, and the tail sound seemed to have a hook. The hook made the person's heart flutter and his bones became brittle.

I saw a woman flying through the crowd and onto the ring. The woman's skin was whiter than snow, but there was a hint of rouge on her cheeks. She had a cherry-shaped mouth, and her eyes were lazy and charming.

She was wearing a pink dress, and her snowy muscles were looming under the gauze. When the wind blew by, the alluring ravines on her chest were revealed, bringing out the sweet smell.

"The beauty in the world..."

"A woman actually comes to fight to the death."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don't know that the scar-faced monk is not willing to do something to the beauty." The moment he appeared, the male cultivators in the audience all looked at him, their eyes full of greed and desire.

Brother Scar squinted at the charming woman in front of him, his eyes deepened a little. He licked his dry lips and put the soul-killing knife back into his waist. "Beauty, I advise you to get down quickly. This Xuan Bing Tie I’m going to make a decision, and if we really fight, I won’t show mercy!”

The woman looked at him and covered her lips with a smile. She twisted a strand of hair around her green-white fingertips and said with a sweet smile, "I don't have any idea about the Black Ice Iron Armor."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want……"

She smiled sweetly, her eyes looking watery and alluring, and the scarred monk's heart was filled with emotion as she looked at him.

"Soul-killing knife."

After the words fell, a magic weapon in the shape of a lotus appeared under the woman's gauze skirt. The lotus rotated without wind, and a few strands of spiritual energy hovered around it, filled with light and fragrant wind.

When Brother Scar heard this, he immediately calmed down and touched the soul-killing knife at his waist, his eyes cold, "I'm afraid I won't be able to let you get your wish."

"Well, if that's the case, then I can only snatch it away." There was a trace of regret on the woman's charming face.

"Beauty, you have such a strong tone!" Brother Scar raised his head and laughed a few times as if he heard a big joke. His rough palms were filled with spiritual energy, and his whole body exuded a dangerous aura.

The woman did not answer his words, but lowered her eyes to look at the bloody corpse on the ground. She pinched the tip of her nose with her slender hands and said disgustedly, "Oh, why didn't anyone take away this corpse? It's so scary to see it covered in blood."

Her voice was delicate, and it sounded vaguely coquettish, and her every move was extremely coquettish, making everyone in the audience stare.

Jiang Shaobai looked at the woman, his beautiful brows slightly raised, "This woman is an evil cultivator and has cultivated the Tao of Charm."

Ling Lan naturally saw some clues. He touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Could it be from the Hehuan Sect?"

"Not sure." Jiang Shaobai shook his head.

Although the Hehuan Sect practices Mei Sacred Heart Method and uses supplements to improve their cultivation, their goal is to advance, and some monks who practice Mei Dao can actually kill their lives.

As he spoke, his eyes flickered back and forth between the scar-faced monk and the woman for a while, and then said, "Scar-face obviously despises that woman, and he will probably suffer a big loss later."

Ling Lan raised her lips and smiled, "That's fine, let this woman kill her face with that big and thick knife, and then Xiangyi goes on the court to fight her. Anyway, Xiangyi is a woman and will not be affected by her charming skills."

Jiang Shaobai also smiled, "Just watch."

Brother Scar looked at the woman's appearance and couldn't help but sneer. He could already imagine how his hands would break the other's slender neck. It must feel wonderful!

Thinking of this, he couldn't bear it anymore and took the lead in launching an attack!

"How can you be so ignorant of martial ethics and just take action without saying a word!" The woman's slender body twisted slightly and deftly avoided the palm of the scar monk. When she spoke, her eyes moved, and she did not forget her anger. He glanced at the scar-faced monk.

The lotus flower under her feet turned quickly, and the gauze on her body fluttered in the wind, setting off bursts of fragrant wind.

Brother Scar smelled the alluring sweet fragrance and felt his bones tingling for a moment, and he almost fainted.

And at this moment, the woman suddenly flew in front of him, shaking a small emerald green bell with one hand and smiling at him, while the other slender hand drew a circle on his chest as if teasingly.

Listening to the crisp sound of the bell, Brother Scar's expression swayed slightly, his body became hot, and a primitive desire was about to emerge, and the beautiful and smiling women appeared twice in front of him, and each of them had different expressions. The same, different shapes, but all particularly attractive.

Brother Scar looked at the beauties and his breathing became heavy and hot. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab them, but the beauties were extremely dexterous and could not grasp the slender willow waist.

Jingle bell~

There was another crisp ringing in his ears, and in a trance, the beauty stretched out her snow-white catkins and touched his waist. Her movements were gentle, but with a hint of teasing.

Thinking of the soul-killing knife at his waist, Brother Scar instantly woke up and realized that he had fallen under the spell of this witch!

"You bitch, you dare to cheat on me!"

He bit the tip of his tongue sharply, trying to use the sharp stinging sensation to keep himself awake. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to pat the woman who was close at hand, but unfortunately he was a step too late.

There was a sharp tingling sensation in his chest, and a smell of rust spread from his throat to his mouth and nose. Blood dripped down. Brother Scar staggered back several steps, looking at the big hole in his chest. , eyes wide open, face full of disbelief.

"you……"

The woman stood on the rotating lotus, her weak and boneless hands casually playing with a delicate sharp knife, and she still had a charming smile on her face.

"I will accept this soul-killing knife."

As soon as the words fell, the scarred monk's body fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes wide open and his eyes wide open, just like the blue-clothed monk he had killed with his own hands before.

The woman looked at the strong corpse and clicked her tongue, with a look of disgust on her face, "A golden elixir stage monk is nothing more than that."

After saying that, a petal of the lotus flower at her feet flew out at will, and it landed leisurely on the monk's body. Just hearing the sound of "blah blah blah", the scarred monk's body instantly turned into a puddle of stench. Bloody water.

The monks who were watching below were all shocked when they saw this situation. This woman is an evil cultivator!

If I guessed correctly, the one in her hand should be the Albizia Bell! One of the top ten evil weapons!

Those monks who looked down on women with greedy faces before, but now looking at the pool of blood, they only feel chills on their backs. What a beautiful face, but a vicious heart!

Seeing this scene, Wen Xiangyi's expression became a little solemn. It seemed that her next opponent would be difficult to deal with.

As the saying goes, there is a knife in the head. If the scarred monk just had a firmer mind and was not affected by the charm, he might have knocked the witch away with one fist. How could he end up in this situation?

Tsk tsk tsk, you deserve it!

"Is there anyone who wants to challenge me? If not, I will take away the soul-killing knife and the black ice armor." The woman slowly turned around and looked at the people in the audience with a smile, the emerald green in her hand The little bell made a clear sound.

No one in the audience answered.

Wen Xiangyi clasped her hands and looked forward, and found that the people in front of her were all male cultivators. At this moment, their faces showed signs of wavering, and they obviously didn't want to take the risk.