The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 242
Chapter 242
As a result, Huan Wu's record reached six wins and two losses, while Bi Chengwang's record reached seven consecutive victories, equal to Ling Hantian.

The general meeting has been going on until now, and there are only four games left.

Zong Zong also seemed to want to save the suspense of the game until the end, and directly arranged Huan Wu to face Qing Yun.

As a result, after Huan Wu took the stage, he didn't even take Yu Xiao, and directly surrendered, Qing Yun won without a fight.

Huan Wu's record was finally fixed at six wins and three losses, locking in No.4.

As a result, there are only three games left, and Qingyun, Bi Chengwang, and Ling Hantian all have seven consecutive victories.

This battle did not take place immediately, but gave the three ultimate players time to recover.

Although the competition has not yet started, the entire Martial Arts Field is already boiling.

One can expect that any fight that follows will be fantastic.

Ling Hantian killed Fujita Zhanming, but this did not affect his popularity at all, especially after he defeated Huanwu, Ling Hantian's popularity reached its peak.

Needless to say, King Bi Cheng, as the son of Bi Daocheng, the great elder of Tianxuanzong, his popularity is only a little worse than that of the goddess Huan Wu.

On the other hand, Qingyun, who ranks first among his personal disciples, is very low-key, but he also has many fans.

After looking at the sky, Bi Daocheng stood up and announced loudly: "In the first battle, King Bi Cheng will face Ling Hantian."

"Wow!"

As soon as Bi Daocheng's voice fell, the entire martial arts stage erupted into cheers like a tsunami.

"It's finally time to see the real peak duel. I wonder if Ling Hantian can beat Senior Brother Bi Chengwang?"

"Indeed, although Senior Brother Bi is very strong, Ling Hantian is too comprehensive to predict the final outcome of the battle."

"Brothers, now the casino has opened a big market, Bi Chengwang 1 to 10, Ling Hantian 1 to 11, who do you think I will bet on to win?"

There were cheers and discussions outside the martial arts arena, and Hua Ruolei and the others were very nervous.

The Huangquan Blood Art that King Bi Cheng used in the previous game was amazing, and as Bi Daocheng's son, he must have other cards.

As for Ling Hantian, although he brought countless surprises to everyone along the way, Hua Ruolei still couldn't grasp where Ling Hantian's limit was. To put it mildly, he had no idea.

Now that Ling Hantian has been praised to such a high level, if he loses too badly, he might fall badly.

"Ling Hantian, it's finally our turn to face off."

King Bi Cheng stood up, his yellow shirt fluttering, and with a single step, he swept to the martial arts stage, and immediately won the screams of many female fans.

"Brother Bi, brother Bi, you must win, you must win."

"Brother Bi, you're so handsome, so cool."

"Brother Bi, get rid of this bumpkin, get rid of this bumpkin."

King Bi Cheng's fans shouted wildly, especially many disciples of Tianxuanzong who were extremely jealous of Ling Hantian's supremacy, and hoped that King Bi Cheng could defeat Ling Hantian and frustrate the spirit of the branch disciples.

"Junior Brother Ling, come on, Junior Brother Ling, come on!"

Jia Lan stood up and shouted loudly, Bai Yunfei and Liu Yu also stood up and cheered for Ling Hantian.

This immediately mobilized Ling Hantian's fans.

"Ling Hantian, come on, show off the prestige of my branch, show off the prestige of my branch."

"Ling Hantian, you must win, you must win."

Many branch disciples shouted involuntarily, and many Tianxuanzong disciples also became Ling Hantian's fans, shouting loudly, trying to cover the voice of Bi Chengwang's fan group.

The battle on the Yanwu stage has not yet started, and the fans of both sides outside the arena have already begun to compete.

Ling Hantian still walked onto the stage at a moderate pace.

Without unnecessary nonsense, Ling Hantian directly took out the Daguan knife, and the Wuji True Yuan Jue worked to the extreme, and the true essence in his body boiled like a sea.

"Huh? Ling Hantian, you actually want to defeat me with such a broken knife?"

King Bi Cheng felt despised. While speaking, he took out his weapon, which turned out to be a crimson painted halberd.

With just one glance, Ling Hantian judged the grade of Fang Tian's painted halberd, a top-notch treasure.

King Bi Cheng didn't urge Fang Tian to draw the halberd at all, but as soon as the halberd was released, a bloody smell slowly filled the stage.

"Ling Hantian, my Fangtian painted halberd was originally a spiritual weapon, but unfortunately the magic circle in it was broken, and the grade fell, becoming a top treasure."

King Bi Cheng seemed to want to show off, waved Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, and said to himself: "I'm afraid that broken knife of yours can't even handle my halberd. How can you fight with me?"

"King Bi Cheng, it seems that you have added red blood and profound copper to Fang Tian's painted halberd?"

Ling Hantian stared at Fang Tian's painted halberd in King Bi Cheng's hand, and asked tentatively.

"Oh?"

King Bi Cheng was a little surprised, and said: "Ling Hantian, I didn't expect that you still have eyesight, and you can actually see that my Fangtian painted halberd has added red blood and profound copper."

After getting King Bi Cheng's affirmative answer, Ling Hantian's thoughts changed, a slight arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth, and he said: "King Bi Cheng, after so many matches, just fighting is quite boring, why don't I play here?" Do you want to win a battle?"

"Add some color?"

King Bi Cheng became a little interested, looked at Ling Hantian and asked, "I don't know what kind of prize you want to add?"

"Just bet on your Fang Tian painted halberd!"

Ling Hantian blurted out without the slightest hesitation, he was not afraid that King Bi Cheng would not take the bait at all.

"Oh?"

King Bi Cheng smiled, he is not a fool, he immediately understood Ling Hantian's intentions, "I don't think you are interested in my Fangtian's painting of halberds, is it as simple as that, is it because you are interested in the red blood and profound copper?"

"Bi Chengwang, I will ask you if you dare to bet."

Ling Hantian didn't admit it, nor objected, but instead made King Bi Cheng a little confused.

"Ling Hantian, you don't have to be aggressive. Since you want to bet on my Fang Tian's painting halberd, it's not impossible, but you have to come up with something that I treat Fang Tian's painting halberd?"

King Bi Cheng has 100% confidence in himself. Since Ling Hantian has taken a fancy to his Fang Tian painting halberd, and is also greedy, if he doesn't make good use of it, how can he be worthy of himself.

"This is natural."

Ling Hantian flipped his hand, Yao Laogui's weapon, the Zhangba Vajra Sword, appeared in his hand.

"Spirit weapon?"

King Bi Cheng saw the quality of the Zhangba Vajra Sword in Ling Hantian's hand at a glance, and couldn't help but lose his voice.

Although his father is the great elder of Tianxuanzong, the spirit weapon is not a Chinese cabbage, even if it is Tianxuanzong, only the elders of the Tianxuanzong have standard equipment.

If he, King Bi Cheng, hadn't broken through to the Houtian Realm for a day, Bi Daocheng would not have given him the spirit weapon.

Although this spiritual weapon is not his preferred weapon, if he wins this spiritual weapon, he can definitely exchange it with others.

This is still equivalent to obtaining a spiritual weapon.

At this time, on the rostrum of the Martial Arts Field, the elders of Tianxuanzong also stared wide-eyed. As the elders of Tianxuanzong, they only have one spiritual weapon.

Now Ling Hantian casually took out a spiritual weapon, which made everyone think deeply.

Especially Bi Daocheng, who wrinkled his head into a single word.

This Ling Hantian made him more and more incomprehensible.

Outside the Martial Arts Stage, Qingyun narrowed his eyes. When Ling Hantian took out the spiritual weapon, he couldn't keep his composure anymore.

Even vaguely, he thought that King Bi Cheng might be defeated.

This is purely a gut feeling, without any reason.

"Ling Hantian, you are really surprising that you still have a spiritual weapon in your hand,"

King Bi Cheng swallowed hard, and agreed to Ling Hantian's offer without hesitation.

"King Bi Cheng, a gentleman keeps his promises. With so many people watching, don't go back on your word."

Ling Hantian retracted the Zhangba Vajra Sword, and said loudly.

"Hmph, Ling Hantian, you are so confident in yourself that you can win against me?"

King Bi Cheng snorted coldly, Fang Tian waved his halberd, and shouted: "Ling Hantian, if you want to give me a spiritual weapon, then I won't be polite."

As soon as the words fell, King Bi Cheng's whole body surged with true energy, and the battle was imminent.

(End of this chapter)