This battle finally ended with the Moon God's complete victory.
In the end, if the Moon God hadn't saved his hand, the so-called little sword fairy would have almost been beaten to death.
"What did you see?"
After the two men finished fighting, Chen Bei looked at Qiqi and asked.
He knew that Qiqi's cultivation was not weak, otherwise Qingyu would not have sent him to follow him.
Qi Qi did not dare to be careless about this obvious competition. She thought about the battle between the two before speaking:
"The little sword fairy is careless. It seems that he doesn't even know the information about the Moon God."
"If you have read Yue Shen's information, you should know that Yue Shen is fighting at close range, so he should not let Yue Shen get close to him."
"He is too proud."
Chen Bei nodded: "But what did you think of?"
Qiqi seemed to feel something, but finally shook her head.
Chen Bei hated the fact that iron cannot be made into steel and said: "Fool, this is called rain when the sky is yellow, and misfortune comes when people are mad."
"A few words from the Little Sword Immortal made him feel so good."
"I really think that I am a swordsman. You must know that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world. Now that you have drawn the sword, you are killing a chicken with a bull's knife."
“Don’t take any chances!”
When Qi Qi heard this, she was shocked and thought over and over what Chen Bei said.
Do you need to use a knife to kill a chicken?
Doesn’t that mean that you should go all out in everything?
But living like that would be very tiring, right?
For a moment, Qiqi looked at Chen Bei with a hint of inquiry.
In his impression, Chen Bei is not a good person. He is petty and venomous, which is like a label attached to him.
But would a stingy person say these things to himself?
For a moment, a look of confusion appeared on Qiqi's face.
Just when Qi Qi was hesitating, there was a sudden bustle outside. When he looked up, he saw above the light curtain that the second group of No. 2 and No. 9 who had entered the ring had already decided the winner.
In the life and death battle, a strong man held a long knife in his hand as if he was settling a personal grudge. With one blow, he decapitated his opponent. At this moment, he was holding the opponent's head, as if showing off to the people in the arena.
Seeing the blood, everyone immediately became more excited.
At this time, Wanbao Pavilion also adjusted the odds in a timely manner.
With the bloodshed in the second game, the people who participated in the third game, although they had no grudges, still chose to fight to the death.
In this battle, the two were evenly matched, and in the end they were fighting to see who could drain out the spiritual energy in his body first.
Afraid that Chen Bei would suddenly ask what insights he had seen, Qiqi watched these two battles with special attention.
Even after the second battle, Qiqi was still looking forward to it, hoping that Chen Bei could ask him something.
But now, the third game is about to decide the winner, but Chen Bei has never spoken.
"A little boring."
Chen Bei looked at the two people above the light screen who had returned to their most primitive state of physical combat, and nodded at his tea cup.
Only then did Qi Qi come to his senses and pour water on Chen Beixu.
"There were many situations like this in the past years." Qiqi explained: "After all, those who dare to enter the ring are basically the ones whose strength is not too different."
"In the end, because they are evenly matched, they will enter this kind of hand-to-hand combat. At this time, it is a matter of willpower."
"Some people even do this deliberately to sharpen their hearts."
Chen Bei took a sip of tea and waved his hand in boredom: "It's still boring."
What Chen Bei wants to see is the flashy sword moves and the exchange of spells. Who wants to see two men fighting hand to hand in the ring?
Qiqi seemed unhappy, and subconsciously defended the members of the Saint Clan: "Mr. Chen, you will be the next one. I hope you can make everyone shine."
After drinking all the tea in the cup, Chen Beicai said calmly: "Why don't we make a bet too."
Qi Qi's heart was in suspense for a moment, not sure what the wicked ghost in front of her was going to do.
Chen Bei put the tea cup back and said with a smile: "If I can kill that number four within three moves..."
Before Chen Bei could finish speaking, Qiqi suddenly said in shock: "Are you going to compete in a life-and-death contest?"
"Why not?" Chen Bei ignored her fuss and continued: "Then how about you become my slave?"
Hearing this, Qiqi's expression changed again. She was the slave of the city lord. Although she had no contract, how could she betray the city lord!
"What? Do you really believe that I can kill No. 4 in three moves?"
Qiqi was stunned again. The only time Chen Bei took action seemed to be against himself, but the city lord didn't even show up, and just a few sounds of the piano blocked him back.
This person's strength shouldn't be that great, right?
Thinking of this, Qiqi asked: "What if it passes three moves?"
Chen Bei cast his eyes on the light curtain again, smiled and said, "Then I will go to the City Lord's Mansion and ask Qingyu for your freedom."
Qiqi's heart trembled, and the word freedom in Chen Bei's mouth suddenly made her heart beat faster.
"really?"
Qiqi spoke excitedly.
Chen Bei rolled his eyes at her and said nothing. This was the pride of a strong man.
After Qiqi asked, she realized she had made a mistake, stuck out her tongue and lowered her head.
People like Chen Bei have their own arrogance just like the city lord.
He didn't even bother to lie to a little person like her.
At this moment, the two people who were inseparable from each other in the Cangjie Pearl finally decided the winner.
One of them bit the other to death in an extremely brutal way.
Seeing him standing in the ring covered in blood, Qiqi couldn't help but gasp.
"Why is it so tragic!"
Chen Bei glared at her: "That's a life and death fight! It's not about romance!"
After saying that, Chen Bei stood up and walked out of the private room.
The private room door opened, and everyone looked at Chen Bei who walked out of the city lord's private room. There was silence for a moment, and then everyone started discussing in whispers.
"Is this man eight feet tall?"
"That slave who doesn't want his life?"
"Didn't you say he went to the outside world?"
"This slave can actually enter the city lord's private room. I'm afraid he got some chance from the outside world!"
"possible!"
"Otherwise, he might be crazy and dare to fight that lunatic."
"Hey, you can't say that, and it's not something he can choose. It's all the result of drawing lots."
"Drawing lots?" Someone said disdainfully: "Wanbao Pavilion says every month that there will be a drawing of lots to win treasures, you can do it once?"
Listening to the enthusiastic discussion, Chen Bei was led to the center of the crowd.
"But you want to fight to the death?"
Shen Sanwan was still presiding over him conscientiously, but when he saw Chen Bei's face, he was stunned for a moment.
He was somewhat impressed by Chen Bei's face.
We also know that Chen Bei is the Lord of Reincarnation.
But even if he were beaten to death, he didn't think that those saints outside could peel off Chen Bei's skin.
Could it be that……
The Lord of Reincarnation is also a member of the Saint Clan?
