In Xiaoyao City, those who couldn't get a ticket to enter the duel arena could only feel the soaring atmosphere on the periphery, with hundreds of claws scratching their hearts.
As news spread from the duel arena, everyone's mood was affected in the streets and alleys of Xiaoyao City.
That sentence "I'm not interested in spirit stones" directly made Changqing a public enemy of the entire Xiaoyao City.
How come this can be said so easily?
Isn’t it just a few stinky money?
Immediately afterwards, someone sighed, "I will never hear other people say that about me."
"Stop dreaming, that's ten billion, ten billion!"
"Even if it's one million, how many tasks do we have to do?"
"Actually, having 10 billion is really painful. I can't even imagine how to spend it."
"You can't spend it all, you can't spend it all! This is a problem."
"I still have the freedom of having hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones in the ring, and I don't have to worry about how to spend them..." someone said, tears of dissatisfaction burst into his eyes, "I don't know how to buy the next treasure. I know where the cave formation came from, but I have no idea..."
In the duel field, the ten deadly battles have not yet begun, and the entire Xiaoyao City is like a boiling pot of boiling water, "gurgling" non-stop.
Wu Xinfei flew to the duel arena and handed a list to Shen Tiantong.
Shen Tiantong took the list and said loudly: "In order to save everyone's time, the quota for this death match will be auctioned anonymously and secretly. The highest bidder will get it. As of now, the top ten bidders will be ranked in order from the highest bidder and the tokens will be distributed. Presumably those who bid now have obtained the tokens, right?”
As soon as the words fell, there was another commotion in the audience.
"What do you mean by Xiaoyao Inn? Don't you dare to make it public?"
"The shady story, Chi Guoguo's shady story!"
"Are you trying to protect Changqing's immortality?"
"You say it so nicely, but you don't have a leader, and you won't interfere, and you won't take revenge even if you die. Is this the result?"
Groups of spectators who had no idea that the quota had been determined complained loudly.
Shen Tiantong coughed lightly and said, "I didn't expect that everyone's trust in Xiaoyao Inn would be so fragile. In that case, let me first announce the forces that won the first place in the auction, as well as their bids."
After a pause, Shen Tiantong said: "For the first death duel spot, the winner of the bid is the Hell Heaven Demon Sect, and the contestant is the outer sect elder of the Hell Heaven Demon Sect, who is at the ninth level of the Divine Transformation Realm and is severely crippled. The bid is... one billion."
As soon as the words fell, the whole place quickly fell silent.
The eyes of the 100,000 spectators were all directed towards the private room of the Hell Heaven Demon Sect.
Even the elders and disciples of the Floating Light Immortal Sect were shocked.
However, they quickly reacted.
The price and the person sent are reasonable.
Those who had raised questions before were all silent, but they had new doubts in their hearts.
Is the Hell Heaven Demon Sect so generous? Moreover, he actually directly sent Yan Dufeng’s son, Yan Canhe?
Although he is an elder of the outer sect, Yan Canhe's ferocious power has long been famous in the Demonic Heaven Realm. His methods are so ruthless and ruthless that even fellow disciples of the Hell Heaven Demonic Sect fear him like a tiger.
The Hell Heaven Demon Sect is different from other Demon Sects. Yan Canhe is the outer sect elder only for the convenience of practice. When he was young, he was fully capable of becoming the Holy Son of the Demon Sect.
Some people thought of what Chang Qing said before about the inheritance of the Hell Heaven Demon Sect. It was already clear at this time that the Ten Hells Slaughter Heaven was not in line with the realm of cultivation. It seems that Yan Canhe suppressed his realm and deliberately stayed in the ninth level of the God Transformation Realm, just to comprehend the Ten Hells and Slaughter Heaven.
With Chang Qing's previous introduction, the shadow of Yan Can He in everyone's mind became even stronger.
"If he ranks first, who will have a chance?"
"You don't even have to tempt yourself, and you just come to the real deal?"
"If Changqing is dead in this battle, there is no need to fight the rest. If Changqing wins this battle, there is no need to fight in the rest."
"The forces that won the second to tenth place in the auction are completely taken advantage of!"
The topic of the audience of one hundred thousand monks changed. In the private room and in the auditorium, some people clenched the tokens with serial numbers in their hands, and their faces were ashen.
"The shopkeeper is so smart." Chang Qing extended his thumb to Shen Tiantong.
In the auction of ten places, only the first place is actually the most valuable. The later the place is, the lower the value is and the easier it is to be left out.
Such an auction makes everyone think that they can get the first place, and at the same time, in order to be careful not to get the first place, they pay a price far beyond their expectations to participate.
Shen Tiantong laughed, glanced at the Qiankun Ring in Bai Xiaoya's hand on the edge of the duel field, and whispered: "Compared to you, I am just a little clever."
As he spoke, Shen Tiantong said meaningfully: "It's all thanks to you that we can get such a high price."
Changqing smiled and said nothing.
At this moment, a fierce demonic energy rushed out from the private room of the Hell Heaven Demon Sect, and in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared on the duel field.
Seeing this figure, even Shen Tiantong couldn't help but frown.
A timid person like Bai Xiaoya couldn't help but exclaim.
This man looked middle-aged, covered in blood, and actually had many instruments of torture on him. One glance made my scalp numb, and I quickly turned my head away, not daring to take a second look.
There were no facial features on his face, and his eyes were empty.
It was not gouging, but some kind of torture was used. Its eyeballs had long since rotted and turned into pus and flowed. The few remaining parts kept rotating, seeming to "fix" Changqing.
"I used to wear masks and black robes, but this is the first time I've seen Yan Canhe's true face!"
"Are the disciples of Hell Heaven Demon Sect we met before all fake? With such a inheritance, how many of their own monks from Hell Heaven Demon Sect dare to practice?"
"If we follow the inheritance mentioned by Chang Qing and use the Dharma Divine Prison to suppress it, if it cannot be cracked and we become an enemy, wouldn't the best result be that we have to endure the same torture?"
Everyone in the audience of 100,000 felt a chill in their hearts, their hairs stood on end, and each one of them twisted into a look of fear.
"This is more than extreme? It's simply perverted!"
"How can such a cultivation method be the same as that of immortals?"
Suspicion appeared on everyone's faces.
"Boy, since you know so much about Shi Jie Tu Tian, you must also know what you are going to face next, right?"
Yan Canhe's voice was extremely sinister, harsh, harsh, and terrifying.
Chang Qing looked at Yan Canhe quietly, with a vague divine light shining in his eyes. Then, Chang Qing's whole body tensed up, his face became tense, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
Sensing Chang Qing's reaction with his spiritual mind, Yan Canhe laughed ferociously, "Boy, you're scared."
A smile appeared on Chang Qing's face, and there was an indescribable cruelty in this smile.
The seemingly gentle face seemed to seep out a bloodthirsty ferocity that was far more violent than the cruel crane.
Changqing wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes bright and firm, "Judging from the reaction of the audience, no one knows much about the inheritance of Hell Heaven Demon Sect. Your appearance is scary at first glance. You may It will disappoint everyone.”
Yan Canhe was puzzled for a while, and everyone was also at a loss.
Yan Canhe's mind swept across, sensing the fear in the audience that excited him, and he burst into laughter.
"I think you are scared. There will be a grand performance later." Yan Canhe said sadly: "But before that, do you want to explain first?"
"Explain what?" Changqing pretended to be confused.
In the audience, a Xiaoyaoke who had previously participated in the auction had a bruised nose and face, and shouted angrily: "Changqing! There is no inheritance at all in the Qiankun ring you are selling, right! If you don't explain, I'm afraid I won't survive tomorrow!"
"That's just a common practice method. Ordinary disciples can practice it. How can it be as exaggerated as what you said before?"
Following the Qiao Yaoke's cry of grievance, the audience of 100,000 people finally understood why the atmosphere was so weird before.
"You are still fighting for the throne with Xiao Feng, the strongest man in Qing Xuantian? I will steal your uncle's leg!"
"You are so kind, uncle. I've been beaten three times right now!"
"What's the matter of everlasting beauty? You are simply an eternal pit!"
