The scene in front of us completely shocked the world.
People stared at Bingyang on the ring in a daze, and each one was so shocked that they couldn't speak.
Qing Tong Sword Lord...just die like this?
With one sword, all of them will die!
Is this still something that people can do?
Is this still a picture that ordinary souls can understand?
All the powerful people present were gasping for a cold air, their scalp was numb, and they were extremely frightened.
Binghai was also stupid.
The power of this sword is probably not even possible for him!
What's going on?
Why did Bingyang become so powerful?
Did he get any adventure?
I'm afraid Bingqin may not have such a terrible destructive power with the power of the ice!
Binghai stared at the ring in a daze, his mind was blank. He even thought that what everyone said was true, that the ancestors were really coming out, and they also changed into Bingyang's appearance in the battle!
But the ancestor has gone into seclusion again and it is absolutely impossible for him to appear here.
After the sword fell, there was silence around.
No one spoke, and even people's breathing became slow.
Countless eyes looked at the Xuanjin ring, and it was difficult to move away.
The atmosphere at the scene was extremely strange!
"What? Are you still standing there? Why don't you go on stage yet? Don't you want to inject spiritual magic weapons? Don't you... don't you want to kill me? Now is the opportunity, why don't you seize it?" Bingyang was indifferent. Looking at the stunned crowd, he spoke again.
Only then did people come to their senses and hear their words, they say nothing.
Just kidding, even Qing Tong Sword Master was killed by a sword, which was enough to show that this person's extraordinary strength was extraordinary. Who would dare to challenge him easily?
This is definitely not the Bingyang they know!
"Master of the Rebellion!"
Bingyang looked at him and said coldly: "Don't you fight?"
"I...I..." The Lord of the Rebels opened his mouth, turned his head and said in a stern voice: "I should give the opportunity to others."
"If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. Why do you have to be so proud of your face?" The Jade Girl of Jiuxiao smiled, then gave a charming look at Bingyang, and said with a smile: "Young Master Bingyang is really good. The little girl admires it. You don't have to ask me if I fight. The battle is over, I am no match for you, I will give up!"
The face of the rebel master turned into a pig's liver on the spot.
Bingyang nodded, his eyes shifted, and he looked at the white-haired ancestor and spoke again: "Where are you?"
The white-haired ancestor was silent for a while, hugged his fists, and did not go on stage.
Seeing this, all the other soul tyrants changed their colors.
No one is on stage?
The powerful people in the audience were shocked by the scene where Bing Yangli killed Qing and the Sword Master!
"good!"
The Bing family shouted happily, and the people danced and were excited.
"Long live Mr. Yang!"
"Young Master Yang is mighty!"
"Hahaha, with Young Master Yang in my Bing family, I will definitely be able to reach the highest position! Intimidate the world!"
"My Bing family is here for the great fortune! It is here for the great fortune!"
The Bing family was excited, and even the old man from the Bing family was filled with tears of excitement, and he knelt on the ground and knocked towards the sky.
The ice sea is a little difficult to understand.
He really didn't understand what kind of adventure Bingyang had received.
Such a strong strength, such an unfathomable mentality...is this really Bingyang?
Binghai's suspicion became stronger and stronger.
He killed the Xie Monk and Qing Tong Sword Master one after another, and Bingyang's method has made no one dare to fight.
When Bingyang named and challenged a group of powerful people, people already knew that there was no need to continue this treasure gambling conference.
The Bing Family won!
Win so thoroughly!
They have gained countless treasures and made a lot of money. Although many people are jealous, they have to accept this reality.
"It's almost done!"
An old man from the Bing family smiled at Binghai and said, "Class leader, the conference can end. Let's go back quickly and celebrate with Mr. Yang! After today, Mr. Yang will surely be famous everywhere! The momentum of my Bing family is also
Will reach an incredible height!”
"good!"
Although Binghai was confused, he was still very happy. He took a step and was about to take the stage.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly jumped onto the ring and then started to shout.
"Slow down! I want to fight him!"
After these words, the scene became quiet instantly.
Everyone looked at the man together.
But I saw a pretty young man standing on the ring.
The man had short hair, was wearing a brown sword suit, and held a sword that was not as powerful as it was. His aura was not much stronger, and he was afraid he didn't even have the True Heaven Realm.
Seeing this scene, people were all stunned.
"Where is this the nameless man who came out?"
"His soul realm shouldn't even reach the real world, right? He dares to go on stage? Was he crazy?"
"Why should such a inferior person come on stage? Can he take out a treasure that matches the spirit-blocking magic weapon?"
"Get down!"
All kinds of sarcastic voices came from all around, and even the King of Rebel could not help but scream and scold.
After all, he dared not take the stage, but let a person with such a low-powered person appear on the stage. Isn’t this clearly going to slap him in the face?
Binghai frowned, and although he was angry and laughed, he felt suspicious.
He glanced at the man and said in a stern manner: "Who are you?"
"One casual cultivator!"
"Lan Cultivator?" Bing Hair said coldly: "Do you know what you are doing? My genius from the Bing family is the existence of Monk Zhanxie and the Sword Master Qing. Why should you fight him?"
"What? Do you dare not let me participate?" the man asked.
"Just, you are such a big tone that you don't even have the True Heaven Realm? If we, Mr. Yang, kill you, I'm afraid you don't even need to have your fingers!" A powerful man from the Bing family snorted.
"Since that's the case, I should be qualified to be on stage, right?" the man said.
"It depends on what level of treasure you can take out. If the magic weapon is not of sufficient level, we can refuse your request for stage." Bing Hai said expressionlessly.
The man smiled slightly, raised his palm, and then flipped.
Whoosh!
A round of jade like a bright moon appeared in the palm of his hand.
In an instant, heroes from all directions looked at the bright moon-like jade.
Everyone's face was frozen.
"That's... Mingyue Stone?"
The cry spread.
"This boy even has the bright moon stone?"
All the powerful people in all directions were staring straight.
Even the sea of ​​ice reveals incredibleness.
"This thing should be enough, right?" the man said indifferently.
The bright moon stone is an indispensable treasure for forging the supreme divine weapons. It is said that every ten thousand years, a stone will fall from the bright moon in the sky, and the stones that fall will usually fall smaller than fingers, and forging the divine weapons is far from enough.
But what this person took out was the size of a pebbles.
This has gathered at least hundreds of thousands of years of bright moon stone!
It is absolutely enough to use this object to play with the spiritual weapon.
Chapter completed!