"What! The seventh prince of the great Song Dynasty did not dare to accept the bet of me, a small death-death realm cultivator, is really amazing." Fang Yan saw the seventh prince Song Yun frowned, and couldn't help but smile.

"Boy, if you die, the spoils on you will be from Aoki Long. Do you think this prince will bet with you? The things you bet on will be from me." The seventh prince Song Yun frowned and then said.

"Haha... It's really a big deal of the world. You really think you'll win me. Before you even fight, you'll start to divide my spoils. If you think so, I'll make a statement here. If after I die, the Qiankun storage bag on me will belong to the 14th Prince and the Seventh Prince, are you willing to accept my bet now?" Fang Yan couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"you……"

The seventh prince Song Yun is honest. At this moment, he has the urge to strangle Fang Yan to death. His mouth is really cheap. If he doesn't say that, once Aoki Long wins this unequal life-and-death battle, then all Fang Yan's worth will be his. But now, even if Aoki Long wins, he may not be able to obtain Fang Yan's Qiankun Storage Bag.

"Brother Seventh Emperor, do you accept this bet or not? You can't even get two hundred immortal stones!" How could the 14th Prince missed such an opportunity to attack the Seventh Prince, and he immediately said without sarcasm.

"Hmph, why don't you dare to bet? Since you insist on giving me the immortal stone to Brother Wei, why not take over his bet by me?" The seventh prince Song Ye couldn't help but snorted coldly when he heard this.

"Okay, the 14th Prince, please give me a witness. If I lose in this battle, please give these two hundred immortal stones to the seventh prince. If I win, you will have to pay two hundred low-grade immortal stones." Fang Yan flashed with excitement when he heard this, and then said.

If he wins 200 immortal stones, he can use the time of the Fire Man Immortal Palace to accelerate the formation to practice for another year.

"Aokirolong, you must win this battle. If you win, these two hundred immortal stones can be divided into half of you." The Seventh Prince reminded Aokirolong.

"Your Highness, don't worry, there is no suspense in this battle. I will definitely kill this kid." Aoki Ryu couldn't help but say confidently when he heard this. The reward of a hundred immortal stones is better than nothing.

"The 14th Prince, when the game is about to begin, you can help me get a heavy bet of 100 million top-quality fire spirit crystals at the nearby handicap and bet on me." Fang Yan took out a Qiankun storage bag and handed it to the 14th Prince and said.

"What is 100 million?" The 14th prince couldn't help but exclaim when he heard this. The 100 million top-grade fire spirit crystal, but two trillion top-grade spirit stones! He couldn't figure out that this boy from a small family actually had such a rich fortune, and his wealth was even richer than him. Even some sixth-grade and even weaker items might not have such a value!

"Yes, it's 100 million, this is all my wealth. Once I win, I can give you 10% dividends." Fang Yan said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll help you with this." The 14th Prince Song Ye couldn't help but hear this.

Fang Yan took out such a heavy bet to win, and Song Ye's belief began to shake, with such a value. He must have many treasures on him. If he wants to win this competition, he can even use the spiritual treasure pile to pile the Qingmulong to death.

"Boy, if you don't go on stage and die, what else do you want to slap in there?" Qingmulong jumped onto the ring and then provoked at Fang Yan.

"Hmph, since you are so anxious to die, I will fulfill your wish." Fang Yan snorted coldly when he heard this, and jumped gently to the wide-ranging arena.

"Boy, die." The lion fights with rabbits, and it is easy to use all his strength. Qingmulong did not slash the opponent just because Fang Yan was only a second-level cultivator in the early stage of the Death Realm. As soon as Fang Yan came on stage, he shouted loudly, sacrificed his magic weapon and attacked Fang Yan.

"Despicable, this Qingmulong is really despicable. The powerful genius in the Yin-Yang realm has no demeanor and is the first to take the lead in fighting." Seeing that Qingmulong was impatient to take the lead in utilizing magic weapons to fight the enemy, without the style of a master, he couldn't help but curse.

"That's right, this Qingmulong really ruined the face of our Yin-Yang Realm monks. He even took the lead in taking the lead in the fight against the juniors in the Death Realm. It's okay if he just lets him move a few moves. However, I like this, and the winning chance will be even greater, and the heavy bet I make can win." Everyone watching the game in the audience couldn't help but agree.

"Akimulong, you really give me a face! He actually took the lead in dealing with an ant like me, and he didn't let me have a single move." Fang Yan couldn't help but hear this.

"Die for me and kill my brother. I should have killed you a month ago. Let you live until now. You should feel glad. It's just right to send you on your way." Qinglong sneered when he heard this, and the magic power in his body surged out, and then he sacrificed a sharp sword light to slash at Fang Yan.

"court death!"

If he pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, Fang Yan will naturally not be weaker than his enemy. This battle will be even more difficult. He must do his best. He immediately scolded him angrily and raised his fist to face the sharp sword light that was slashing.

"Boy, it turns out that he is relied on his brute force. No wonder he is so rampant. You must die today." The sharp sword light could penetrate the cultivator in the Death Realm, but Fang Yan just waved his fist and destroyed the sword light. Seeing this, Qingmulong couldn't help but sneer. While speaking, his and Fang Yan's bodies were pulled a few feet away.

Now he understood a little. Qingmu Jiao was a cultivator in the Yin-Yang realm, so why did he die at the hands of a boy like Fang Yan? This was all because he had encountered a nemesis. In melee physical cultivation, he encountered a Dharma cultivation. Once he was close to him, even if his cultivation was one level higher than the other, he could only fall with hatred.

"Akimulong, why are you hiding? I'm afraid you won't be able to eat me." Seeing that Akimulong and himself had a certain distance, it was very difficult to lead the opponent to fight him in close combat. In addition to using words to squeeze the opponent, the person in the world was to expose his strength and fight quickly.

"Boy, just give up your heart. I won't be fooled. I will slowly waste you to avenge my brother." Aoki Ryu sneered, cautious all the way, and did not give the other party any opportunity to take advantage of it.

"This Qingmulong is really cautious. He is still trying to deal with such an ant in the Death Realm. Instead of keeping a certain distance, his cultivation level can completely crush the other party with his powerful cultivation level."

"Damn it, this Qinglong is really a waste. He rushed up and slapped him to death. That's so damn disappointing to be so careful."

...

Aoki Ryu's actions were speechless, and many onlookers in the audience couldn't help but scold.

"Fang Yan, it's this kid. This kid is really lucky. He actually escaped to the imperial capital. No wonder there is no news about this kid in Huoman City." In the crowd, the monks from the Evil King's Mansion discovered Fang Yan on the ring and couldn't help but curse.

"This kid is really a troublemaker. He actually got into the Yin-Yang Realm Flying Master. This time, this kid is dead. When this kid dies, he will immediately send someone to Huoman City to destroy the messes of the Fang family." A young man at the ninth level of the Death Realm in the Evil Palace couldn't help but hear this.
Chapter completed!