Chapter 186 Bet
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Ye Dong Wu
"Half-step Martial God, the talent is indeed very strong." The white-hued old man laughed.
The old man who was as thin as dead wood nodded slightly, his eyes burst out with a strong light of vitality, and said: "It seems that what those old guys were discussing a while ago should be this little guy."
"Hmph, everything is still dusty, who can say what happened later?" The dark-faced old man on the left with a somewhat gloomy face snorted lightly, with a hint of indifference in his words.
"Don't forget, in this talent selection competition, not only Chu Tiannan is strong, but 001 and 002 from the other three districts are hard to deal with."
"Elder Ling, you always like to fight against the elders, alas." Hearing this, the skinny old man shook his head secretly, and said: "How big of a man are you, why can't you restrain yourself, even want to fight with the elders?"
"Feng Lao, don't be a peacemaker, I'm just explaining a fact." Ling Lao blew his beard and stared.
A cold green light emanated from his body, and the green light was full of special and strange fluctuations, causing the whole space to fall into a faint coercion.
"Hehe, Elder Ling, do you want to make a bet?" At that time, the elder with a white beard supported his long beard with a gentle and sunny smile.
The coercion emanating from Linglao around was quietly gone.
"What are you betting on?" Elder Ling snorted.
"I know you like that little guy Marcus, this Marcus is the illusionist, am I right?" The elder laughed.
He pointed to the arena below, and said.
"I'll bet you this, if he is lucky enough to fight Chu Tiannan, if he wins, I promise you to give him a complete set of "Secret Technique of the Soul"."
"Old man, you are playing too big." Hearing this, Feng Lao said helplessly: "Your soul art, no matter how many people ask for it, you just give it away?"
"How did you know that I would lose?" The elder was smiling gently from the beginning to the end, which made Feng Lao shake his head slightly and stop talking.
"Okay! This old man bet with you!" Hearing about the bet, Elder Ling's eyes lit up.
Although he is also playing with the soul, but he is a warrior in control.
But the elder is a genuine strong illusionist, so it is perfect for an illusionist to teach an illusionist.
"If you lose, how about you give me your "Rules of Controlling the Sky"?" The elder's eyes were filled with a hint of inspiration.
It seems that he has already figured out how to calculate the opponent.
"What do you want my "Controlling the Heavens" to do?" Elder Ling was taken aback when he heard this, and couldn't help asking.
"Hehe, the bet has been made, so I think it will be useful." The elder didn't say anything.
In the fighting arena
At this time, the battle is still going on, and some battles are extremely fast, while others are very stalemate.
But most of them still have a crushing situation. After all, there must be some kind of unequal relationship between geniuses.
Just like Chu Tiannan's previous battle against Liu Jin, although there was no such simple and violent scene in the subsequent battle, there were also very strange battles at the airport.
For example, Oliga of Baimeng 002 is a master fighter, but anyone who fights with him cannot get close to him within ten meters, and finally the opponent is consumed alive to the point of surrendering.
And the illusionist Marcus, as long as his opponent is close to him, he will be fixed by one of his eyes, and then the battle will be over.
Of course, Luo Er is indispensable among them.
If everyone could see the former's fighting methods before, it was Luoer's turn.
She always only swings one sword, and of course the blade never comes out of the sheath, and she wins.
The speed is so fast that even slow motion playback can't show it perfectly!
The battle in the fighting arena is gradually approaching the later stage, and most of the geniuses have already decided the winner. Even Lan Jue fought against a controller, and finally won by a narrow margin.
As for Xiong Lie, he was not lucky enough to meet Luo Er, and the ending can be imagined.
"The next signing is American League 001 and Baimeng 002?" When Chu Tiannan easily won the next opponent, he was also ready to watch this match. After all, the number of battles has become less and less.
He needs to understand the strength of his opponent, especially this mysterious illusionist!
The old man who was as thin as dead wood nodded slightly, his eyes burst out with a strong light of vitality, and said: "It seems that what those old guys were discussing a while ago should be this little guy."
"Hmph, everything is still dusty, who can say what happened later?" The dark-faced old man on the left with a somewhat gloomy face snorted lightly, with a hint of indifference in his words.
"Don't forget, in this talent selection competition, not only Chu Tiannan is strong, but 001 and 002 from the other three districts are hard to deal with."
"Elder Ling, you always like to fight against the elders, alas." Hearing this, the skinny old man shook his head secretly, and said: "How big of a man are you, why can't you restrain yourself, even want to fight with the elders?"
"Feng Lao, don't be a peacemaker, I'm just explaining a fact." Ling Lao blew his beard and stared.
A cold green light emanated from his body, and the green light was full of special and strange fluctuations, causing the whole space to fall into a faint coercion.
"Hehe, Elder Ling, do you want to make a bet?" At that time, the elder with a white beard supported his long beard with a gentle and sunny smile.
The coercion emanating from Linglao around was quietly gone.
"What are you betting on?" Elder Ling snorted.
"I know you like that little guy Marcus, this Marcus is the illusionist, am I right?" The elder laughed.
He pointed to the arena below, and said.
"I'll bet you this, if he is lucky enough to fight Chu Tiannan, if he wins, I promise you to give him a complete set of "Secret Technique of the Soul"."
"Old man, you are playing too big." Hearing this, Feng Lao said helplessly: "Your soul art, no matter how many people ask for it, you just give it away?"
"How did you know that I would lose?" The elder was smiling gently from the beginning to the end, which made Feng Lao shake his head slightly and stop talking.
"Okay! This old man bet with you!" Hearing about the bet, Elder Ling's eyes lit up.
Although he is also playing with the soul, but he is a warrior in control.
But the elder is a genuine strong illusionist, so it is perfect for an illusionist to teach an illusionist.
"If you lose, how about you give me your "Rules of Controlling the Sky"?" The elder's eyes were filled with a hint of inspiration.
It seems that he has already figured out how to calculate the opponent.
"What do you want my "Controlling the Heavens" to do?" Elder Ling was taken aback when he heard this, and couldn't help asking.
"Hehe, the bet has been made, so I think it will be useful." The elder didn't say anything.
In the fighting arena
At this time, the battle is still going on, and some battles are extremely fast, while others are very stalemate.
But most of them still have a crushing situation. After all, there must be some kind of unequal relationship between geniuses.
Just like Chu Tiannan's previous battle against Liu Jin, although there was no such simple and violent scene in the subsequent battle, there were also very strange battles at the airport.
For example, Oliga of Baimeng 002 is a master fighter, but anyone who fights with him cannot get close to him within ten meters, and finally the opponent is consumed alive to the point of surrendering.
And the illusionist Marcus, as long as his opponent is close to him, he will be fixed by one of his eyes, and then the battle will be over.
Of course, Luo Er is indispensable among them.
If everyone could see the former's fighting methods before, it was Luoer's turn.
She always only swings one sword, and of course the blade never comes out of the sheath, and she wins.
The speed is so fast that even slow motion playback can't show it perfectly!
The battle in the fighting arena is gradually approaching the later stage, and most of the geniuses have already decided the winner. Even Lan Jue fought against a controller, and finally won by a narrow margin.
As for Xiong Lie, he was not lucky enough to meet Luo Er, and the ending can be imagined.
"The next signing is American League 001 and Baimeng 002?" When Chu Tiannan easily won the next opponent, he was also ready to watch this match. After all, the number of battles has become less and less.
He needs to understand the strength of his opponent, especially this mysterious illusionist!
