undead warrior

Chapter 240 The Tragic Eastern Hero

At the beginning of the fight, Mu Qingya launched an attack first, and the rattan danced on the tree monster's body, piercing Mo Wentian like a sharp arrow, and even launched a long-range attack.

Mo Wentian's footsteps moved quickly, and the Gorgon-haired Witch War Soul followed closely behind to avoid him, while Mu Qingya lowered her figure and rushed towards him.

Mo Wentian didn't fight, but kept dodging, his steps were proficient and deep, dazzling people's eyes, and his speed was so fast that Mu Qingya couldn't catch up to him at all.

People were still yelling and cheering at first, but they felt something was wrong when they saw it. Mo Wentian just kept hiding and didn't fight back at all. He was obviously playing with Mu Qingya...

"Master Shuangjue, have you taken a fancy to her? It's really hard to beat her up directly, why bother?"

"Haha, yes, rape her..."

"Be strong on her..."

The booing broke out suddenly, and gradually turned into a unison shout. Mu Qingya's face turned pink with anger, and then turned red, and she no longer looked like a beautiful iceberg. She said through gritted teeth, "This humiliation must be paid back!"

After finishing speaking, she put away her battle spirit and jumped off the ring, glared at Mo Wentian viciously, turned her head and left.

Mo Wentian rubbed his nose and smiled, he liked to see iceberg-shaped beauties going mad with anger, had no grievances with this Mu Qingya, and was a beautiful woman, he really couldn't bear to kill her.

"Don't ask Tiansheng..."

The referee shouted a long chant, but it attracted boos. People still wanted to see the legendary murderous and cold-blooded Mo Wentian destroying flowers with his hands. Unexpectedly, such a show was staged, and many audiences were very dissatisfied.

Mo Wentian took the stage, Dongfang Hero jumped up, gave Mo Wentian a fierce look, and began to wait for his opponent.

The semi-finals were only held in the afternoon, and Mo Wentian was too lazy to watch other players' matches, so he ran back to the box to rest.

"Dongfang Hero has also entered the semi-finals! Why is this annoying guy still alive!"

Not long after, Yun'er cursed softly, Mo Wentian was not surprised at all, he lay there lazily, and asked Mo Shidie to inform the members of the female guard outside the door to buy lunch, and fill up here at noon abdomen.

Like Mo Wentian, there are quite a few people who choose this way. Many viewers have nowhere to go. Even if they go back to the tent, they still have to buy food, and cooking by themselves is even more troublesome.

The lunch was delivered not long ago, but the aroma was overflowing, Mo Wentian sniffed but his expression changed, and he said flatly, "Throw it away, someone has poisoned you!"

Everyone was shocked, and the member of the women's guard who was in charge of buying food was even more shocked, and then became angry, "I'll kill that peddler."

"Forget it, if the peddler deliberately poisoned, he would have left by now. And it is not highly poisonous, but a special poison that makes limbs weak. It is very rare, but I will never make a mistake with this fragrance. Go buy another Let's have lunch!"

The members of the women's guards immediately cleared away the food on the table, went out and took a few companions straight to the hawker, but they couldn't find anyone, so they had to buy a copy and waited for Mo Wentian to check before eating.

"Who do you think is going to poison?" Cai Qifeng asked after lunch.

Mo Wentian shrugged, "Many people want to poison me, many people want to see me die in the ring."

"It must be a hero from the East!" Yun'er asserted.

Mo Wentian shook his head, "He is full of confidence now, he is proud and will not poison. Don't guess randomly, it doesn't matter who it is."

During the conversation, there was a knock on the door, and a member of the female guard entered and announced, "Heroes from the East are here."

Mo Wentian nodded, motioning for him to come in, the Dongfang Hero who entered had a frosty expression on his face, and said loudly.

"I'm here to tell you that it's not me who poisoned you, I'm not that nasty."

The captain of the female guard was still catching the poisoned peddler outside, causing a storm in the city, which forced Dongfang Hero to explain, and Mo Wentian nodded.

"I know it's not you, so walk slowly."

He had chased away the guest, Dongfang Hero turned around to leave, but he turned his head and said, "Do you dare to bet bigger?"

Mo Wentian rolled his eyelids and asked, "How old is it?"

"I'll bet against you!"

Mo Wentian deliberately sarcastically said, "Are you kidding me? It's ridiculous for a poor man to bet on his wealth with me!"

Dongfang Haojie's face turned red immediately, and now he can't compare with Mo Wentian in terms of his own wealth, he said through gritted teeth.

"It's the Dongfang family who bet against you, do you dare?"

"Ha ha!"

After a laugh, Mo Wentian said, "It's better to be happy alone than to be happy together. Since you don't have the confidence, let the old grand master sit in the bank and open the game. I will definitely make a big bet."

"Then it's a word."

Dongfang Haojie said in a cold voice, turned around and left, just as Mo Wentian hated him, he hated Mo Wentian even more, and at the same time he felt uncomfortable breathing the air.

In the afternoon, the Grand Master's Mansion really opened a bet on who would be the champion, and took Mo Wentian's bet on winning, which seemed to be full of confidence in the victory of the Eastern hero.

Since the Grand Master's Mansion dared to sit in the dealership to start a gamble, Mo Wentian certainly wouldn't miss it. Cai Qifeng took Yun'er to bet, and Yun'er was even more ruthless, taking away most of Mo Wentian's wealth, and her own small treasury was also poured into it. Everything, all bet on him to win.

In the afternoon, the top four showed up and stepped onto the ring. The opponents were also drawn by lottery. After two people were eliminated, the final will be held tomorrow.

As if fate didn't want the two to meet before the final, Mo Wentian and Dongfang Hero staggered again.What made Dongfang Hero vomit blood was that Mo Wentian's opponent had lost his fighting spirit in the last match, and he struggled to abstain for a while, which made Mo Wentian directly advance to the finals without making a move.

People are more angry than people, and he won after another battle. Although he won, he could see Mo Wentian's complacent expression, but it was still like a big stone was blocked in his heart.

The final was scheduled for the noon of the next day, and the people in the Grand Master's Mansion were so soft on collecting bets that they had to open dozens of stalls to collect bets, and hired many experts to guard the money so that no one would be greedy to snatch it.

Amidst the roaring cheers, Mo Wentian stepped onto the ring wearing a long robe, not even wearing the warrior outfit he wore in battle, and he didn't know where to get a folding fan, he looked like a young master Shaking and shaking, it attracted a lot of booing.

"I invite the heroes of the East..."

Amidst the shouts of the referee, a cloud of colorful smoke exploded in the sky, and a loud dragon chant came. The hero of the East stepped on the head of the Qinglong Battle Spirit and fell from the sky through the colorful smoke. Gold crown studded with precious stones.He was even more handsome and unrestrained, mighty and uncommon, he landed heavily on the ring, and slowly got up.

In fact, it was thrown from the sky by a strong man who split the air, but it was full of posture, which attracted a lot of exclamations, and some noble ladies and young ladies even screamed.

"hold head high……"

The Qinglong battle spirit surrounded Dongfang Hero's body, the dragon's head charged at Mo Wentian and roared again, Dongfang Hero sneered and spread his hands, and a long sword burning with flame appeared from his hand.

"God, the spiritual weapon, the Flaming Sword!"

"What's that? Did you see that armor? It's the armor worn by the God of War and it's also a spiritual weapon!"

Someone recognized the sword and armor, and exclaimed again and again. Many people who bet on Mo Wentian to win wailed, and immediately no one thought that Mo Wentian could win.

Mo Wentian just sneered, now he knew why Dongfang Hero was so confident, he had these two spiritual weapons, but this armor definitely did not belong to the Grand Master's Mansion, it should be lent to him by Emperor Ling Xiao.Emperor Ling Xiao couldn't afford to lose if he didn't win the championship in the Huawu realm.

"I announce that the competition for the No. [-] in the Soul Condensation Realm of the Genius Contest begins now..."

Following the referee's order, the Qinglong war spirit roared and rushed towards Mo Wentian, but Mo Wentian didn't even summon the snake-haired witch war spirit, so he stuck the folding fan into the collar behind his neck and rushed over with his bare hands.

But his arms have also changed, the demonic energy is tumbling, they have been wrapped by the demon arm fighting spirit, and his hands have become scaled claws.

When he was about to collide with the Qinglong war spirit, he jumped into the air, and the next moment he grabbed the Qinglong war spirit by the neck.

The Qinglong war spirit swayed wildly, Dongfang Hero rushed forward with the flaming Raging Flame Sword, but his expression changed drastically, and he saw the Qinglong war spirit whine, shrinking rapidly.

how so!
Dongfang Hero had confidence in his Qinglong battle spirit, he couldn't understand why he was easily subdued by Mo Wentian, and there were signs of disappearing.

He didn't dare to think any more, the flames on the Lie Yan Sword rose violently, and with the sword's slashing, a gust of flames went straight to Mo Wentian.

At this moment, Mo Wentian turned his head, looked at him with his darkened eyes, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his arms suddenly became normal.The two magic arms of the battle spirit quickly grew larger and shot towards him.

not good!

Dongfang Junjie realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly retreated, but charming words came from behind him.

"Heck, all the enemies will be annihilated with flying ashes in front of me!"

Mo Wentian had already released the Gorgon-haired Witch's battle spirit while he was rushing forward, and the trident in his hand pierced the Dongfang Hero's back.

Dongfang Hero can only move sideways, this is the arrival of the two magic arms, and the two big slaps are even more fierce.

"Oh!"

There was a deafening muffled sound, and the entire ruined palace was silent. Looking at the Demon Palm War Soul, he rubbed his hands a few times and let go.

"hold head high……"

The Qinglong battle spirit dissipated with a wail, and looking at the heroes of the East again, it was too horrible to look at!
The armor on his body is really good, he didn't suffer any damage from such a violent slap, but the flesh and blood of the Eastern hero couldn't stand it, and his limbs and head were exposed, how could he be hit by the magic arm battle spirit that absorbed the essence of living beings? There are good fruits to eat.

The limbs and head were all shattered, and the essence in the body was absorbed, turning into a mummy.

Instant kill!

The outcome was decided so quickly, and everyone was so shocked that they were speechless. People's eyes were fixed on the Demon Arm Fighting Spirit, and a thought popped up in their minds.

What it is?
Until Mo Wentian put all the fighting spirits into his body, picked up the Raging Flame Sword and pulled off the armor, golden crown, and storage ring from the mummy, seeing that the golden crown seemed to be pretty good, he also put it away.Only then did everyone realize that that terrifying thing was also a battle spirit!
"Three battle spirits, how is this possible!"

Someone exclaimed, as if it had begun, and the entire ruined palace fell into noisy discussions.People have not forgotten that Mo Wentian also has a virtual beast battle spirit, plus the snake-haired witch's battle spirit and the magic-arm battle spirit with twin souls, that is the three battle spirits!
"He is the magic repairer who keeps the winning streak!"

Another person guessed an identity he had played before, and if it was exposed, it would be exposed. Mo Wentian really didn't care, he jumped off the ring and returned to the private room to join Cai Qifeng and the others, waiting for the award.

(End of this chapter)