Fish swimming around the world

Bet. He actually chose to bet.

Jiang Fan looked at him, his eyes clearly showing a hint of sarcasm: "Okay, since we're betting, the condition is that if you lose, you have to answer three questions for me. Do you agree or not?"

Qian Ye didn't answer, and walked down the hill directly.

This means that he agreed. At this time, no one knew what Jiang Fan did. They only saw that the monster in front actually retreated a hundred feet away, leaving enough space for both sides.

Qian Ye and Lu Hanting were enemies meeting, and there was no nonsense at all. And this battle was very unexpected, it broke out quickly and ended even faster.

The two actually decided the outcome with one move, which also scared Jiang Fan. Lu Hanting was really decisive, but fortunately, he won under the same holy realm.

In that moment of confrontation, Qian Ye seemed like a dark night killer, and his sharp murderous aura scared away thousands of troops, while Lu Hanting's response was very simple - it was a life-threatening blow.

Jiang Fan didn't see the thrilling moment clearly, but he understood that this was the blow that Lu Hanting had been waiting for for a long time. This blow was as fast as lightning, but this was not the most important thing, but that Lu Hanting was determined to die with this blow. One was to decide the winner, and the other was to decide life and death. From the beginning, Qianye was determined to lose. In fact, he had already lost since he chose to fight.

He could defeat Lu Hanting, but he couldn't avoid the decisive killing move of Wuhen, the former number one assassin. Unless he was determined to kill the other party. Obviously, the young commander of the Dark Night Legion did not have the determination to fight to the death. It was unclear whether he dared not or had other ideas.

Jiang Fan broke out in a sweat. He didn't know whether he ignored Lu Hanting's assassin's heart or Lu Hanting had already seen that Qianye would lose. Anyway, he was in vain. He clearly said that winning or losing was really not important...

The first battle brought the best results. Lu Hanting's self-sacrificing attack made the other party see that Jiang Fan was indeed fulfilling the bet, and Huang Luo and Xing Lin truly believed that he was not deliberately playing tricks.

At this time, as Gu Qingshan raised his hand to form a Longhu Mountain Rune Array, Jiang Fan and Qianye began a secret conversation.

"Interesting..." Jiang Fan stared at him: "Did you plan to lose from the beginning?"

Qianye's eyes were calm: "He made the move, I knew I was going to lose, I know him."

"The key is that you are actually willing to lose, interesting, what do you want to tell me?"

"Give me the Qianjun Order, I will kill Feng Chen for you."

Qianye said something unexpected as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Oh?" Jiang Fan was also a little stunned: "Why?"

"If you say so, I believe that Feng Chen is using us."

"But he is a person from the outside world after all."

Qian Ye glanced at him: "You don't know us, and there has never been harmony between us."

He looked at Jiang Fan and said: "I know you have a lot to ask. I can answer three questions, or even more, as long as I know, but the Qianjun Order must be returned to me."

Jiang Fan couldn't help laughing: "Is that so... That's interesting..."

No one knew what the two talked about, but they felt that the three questions took a long time to ask.

When he came out, Qian Ye didn't get the Qianjun Order, but he didn't say anything, just returned to the hill with a gloomy face.

"Hmph! Trash, that person is obviously far worse than you, but he dared to risk his life, but you didn't. It's not unfair to be defeated so easily. Qian Ye, you are not qualified to be the young military leader, and you have also lost the face of our three dark halls."

Faced with Xing Lin's ridicule, Qian Ye unexpectedly said nothing.

"Stupid, let me do it next."

Xing Lin strode out and said, "Fight to the death!"

Jiang Fan was not surprised at his choice. Among the three people, Xing Lin was the most proud and flamboyant. In particular, he could see clearly that neither he nor Gu Qiongsuan had ever become a saint. There was a consensus among all martial artists that the holy realm was the biggest watershed. After becoming a saint, looking at the martial arts below was simply not worth mentioning. Therefore, in Xing Lin's view, he and Gu Qiongsuan were definitely not inferior to him, who had seen the scenery above the holy realm. Therefore, he easily chose to fight to the death, and he was sure of winning.

Gu Qingshan laughed: "Well, you are Xing Lin, right? Let me meet you?"

Huang Luo on the mountain moved his eyes slightly. He always felt that this scholar looked a little strange, but he couldn't tell. He had never seen this middle-aged scholar with a green hat, two moustaches, wretched eyebrows and eyes, and a sallow face in the Search God Book.

Xing Lin just glanced at his opponent and laughed: "A mere scholar? You haven't entered the realm of saints yet, why are you in such a hurry to die."

Gu Qingshan scratched his head: "Ah - just think of it as the lack of fun in my life."

Xing Lin laughed: "Well, seeing that you are like a consumptive ghost, maybe the fun is really not great. In this case, I am too lazy to ask your name. After all, killing a person who has not entered the realm of saints is not a glorious thing."

After saying that, he suddenly raised the battle axe in his hand and chopped down directly towards Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingshan raised the corner of his mouth, and his hairpin easily slashed into the void.

The next moment, the axe suddenly missed, and the three-foot strong energy was cut off in the air, as if a hole was opened in the void, allowing the strong energy to be cut off from it.

Xing Lin was stunned: "This is..."

"The way of calligraphy, one stroke of the pen is yin and yang."

Xing Lin frowned: "There are some tricks..."

Gu Qingshan smiled: "The way of calligraphy, the stroke of the pen... shocks the wind and rain!"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Luo on the hill suddenly flashed his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

At this time, Xing Lin seemed to be trapped in the wind and rain.

…

This battle was a strange battle that had never been seen before.

Xing Lin was extremely arrogant, and his battle axe was domineering. Every strike was full of wind and thunder, full of killing intent.

The blue-clothed scholar had fluttering sleeves, and a hairpin was waving freely in the air, as if a madman was drunk and writing, with indescribable free and easy grace.

This was a duel between fierceness and elegance, a confrontation between killing and freehand.

It was not only pleasing to the eye, but also thrilling.

Xing Lin felt something was wrong from the second move. The headless giant had already condensed into shape. Unfortunately, he fought for a hundred moves and still lost.

Until the hairpin pierced his forehead, he still maintained an incredible posture.

Gu Qingshan gently pulled out the hairpin, bringing out a trace of blood, looked down at Xing Lin who was half-kneeling on the ground and sighed: "Wrong choice. Why bother..."

Jiang Fan was also a little confused. He didn't expect it to be so easy. Gu Qingshan was so strong that it was simply shocking.

Is Xing Lin strong? Too strong, just look at him at the same level and he can fight with the peerless genius Gu Qingshan for hundreds of moves. Moreover, he has seen the Saint Realm and his understanding of martial arts is definitely much higher than Gu Qingshan. But he still lost, and at the last moment he realized the crisis and tried to burst out his true strength, but he only had time to leak out a strand of it, and the hairpin pierced his forehead deeply, and his death was abrupt and unexpected.