The young man wanted to break away, but was stopped. He had to say loudly: "I must..."

Before the young man could finish speaking, the man behind him covered his mouth to prevent him from screaming.

"You don't dare, I'll do it!" A Yanzhao man stomped his feet and landed lightly on the ring.

Seeing the man on the ring, many people shouted, "Okay!"

Yang Bo looked at the people in the audience and said nothing. Tsukahara Jiro had already proven his strength in several assassinations, so in this case, everyone would probably protect themselves wisely!

Tsukahara Jiro raised his head and glanced at the man, but said nothing.

"I am Zhao Jiuzhong, my cultivation level is the same as yours. Let me learn your clever tricks!" Yan Zhao man said loudly. He held a big knife in his hand. It was the one who Yang Bo stopped and asked in the corridor!

Tsukahara Jiro did not speak, but whispered: "Let's start!"

Zhao Jiuzhong stood on the spot and did not move. He held a knife in one hand and looked at the opponent. He seemed to know very well that Tsukahara Jiro's sword-drawing style was powerful, so he wanted to stop quietly.

Tsukahara Jiro sneered on his face and stepped forward. His movements could not be clearly seen, but he saw a white light on the stage, the sword was unsheathed, and a sword chant was heard.

Then, Yang Bo saw an astonishing scene. Zhao Jiuzhong's left hand shook slightly, and he didn't know what he threw out, but he saw fire exploding on the ring!

"It's a talisman!"

"This is a fire talisman. No wonder Zhao Jiuzhong dares to come to power and has such a method!"

"Offensive talismans are extremely difficult to refine. I didn't expect him to have such a talisman. However, something is wrong. This is a third-level talisman. Can a Qi Refining Realm monk draw it?"

Yang Bo was stunned. When he heard the discussion at the scene, he realized that this was actually a talisman. In the past, he had regarded talismans as heretics. Who would have thought that the offensive talisman could be so powerful!

Yang Bo thought again of the mysterious talisman in his arms. If there really was a formula, wouldn't this talisman be even more powerful?

However, Yang Bo then thought about it again. The collection of talismans he got from Zhou Xin did not seem to have any offensive or defensive talismans at all. There were only some so-called "six livestock prosperous" and "abundant grain harvest" talismans.

While he was thinking, Yang Bo suddenly heard a cry of surprise coming from around him. He quickly looked up and saw a dense flash of white light. Zhao Jiuzhong was actually enveloped in a white light curtain!

Seeing this situation, Yang Bo couldn't help but become anxious. He was thinking about how to escape if he was in it, but he saw another fire flashing in the white light curtain.

"Wow!" There was an exclamation from the scene.

"Another fire talisman, Zhao Jiuzhong is really a rich man!"

"This fire talisman is so powerful!"

"As far as I know, the fire talisman requires a master of the God Refining Realm to draw it. It will cost at least hundreds of thousands of cash to collect the materials for each talisman. This is done under the premise that a master of the God Refining Realm can be found to help draw it. It requires

You know, it is even more rare to find a master of the God Refining Realm to draw talismans!"

"The success rate of drawing this kind of talisman should not be high! Tsk tsk, it's really worth ten thousand taels of gold once you are in the arena. If we are asked to face the fire talisman, I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"

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Yang Bo looked up towards the ring and saw that Zhao Jiuzhong had broken through the encirclement and started to counterattack.

The Japanese warrior standing not far away looked ugly. Yang Bo pulled the person next to him and asked, "Fellow Taoist, who is that one wearing the warrior uniform?"

"That is Tsukahara Hoshi, the current palace master of Kashima Shrine. I heard that he is a master in the middle stage of the God Refining Realm. Otherwise, how could a scourge like Tsukahara Jiro get in?"

Yang Bo looked towards Tsukahara Hoshi. Although the opponent looked ordinary, the more he looked like this, the more Yang Bo could feel the power contained in the opponent's body.

Tsukahara Hoshi's expression turned ugly. He turned and looked at Monk Faxuan, "Master Faxuan, is this how you treat guests?"

Foxuan smiled and said: "Mr. Tsukahara is in trouble. Since it is Tsukahara Jiro who is fighting, let him perform freely."

"Faxuan Bald Donkey, you know what I mean!" Tsukahara Hoshi said seriously.

Foxuan was still in a conciliatory tone, "Old thief Tsukahara, you can't speak so harshly."

"What you did was unfair. How could a swordsman in the Qi Refining Realm have so many fire talismans in his hand?" Tsukahara Hoshi said angrily.

Faxuan shook his head, "You should ask him about this matter, how could I possibly know about it?"

Tsukahara Hoshi snorted, "Don't think that I don't know. Someone must have given him two talismans. However, I believe that Tsukahara Jiro can achieve the final victory. Please cancel your Qi Refining Conference as soon as possible!"

Foxuan looked towards Tsukahara Hoshi, "Old thief Tsukahara, you are here just to have fun. We all know that we all use our own methods!"

Tsukahara Hoshi snorted coldly and said nothing. This was Fa Xuan's home field. He could only complain a few words, but it was not easy for him to go to the ring. He knew very well that he alone could not suppress the several refining gods here.

A master of realm!

The most important thing is that Tsukahara Jiro killed many people without his knowledge some time ago. Although he did not have many elite disciples, he was resented by various sects!

"Ah! I actually lost!"

Yang Bo was staring at Tsukahara Xing when he suddenly heard an exclamation in his ear. He quickly looked towards the stage and saw Tsukahara Jiro seizing Zhao Jiuzhong's flaw and stabbing him with a sword.

The right side of Zhao Jiuzhong’s chest!

Zhao Jiuzhong was stunned. He stared at Tsukaharajiro, his face full of disbelief. Unexpectedly, at this time, the sword in Tsukaharajiro's hand did not stop.

Amid everyone's exclamations, Tsukahara Jiro took a step forward, and the sword pierced Zhao Jiuzhong's body, revealing it from the back.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change!

Tsukahara Jiro had no expression on his face, just like a killing machine, saying nothing.

Yang Bo stared at the situation in the field and saw a sneer slowly blooming on Tsukahara Jiro's face!

"Little thief, what are you doing?" Monk Faxuan shouted and was about to enter the venue, but was stopped by Tsukahara Hoshi, "Old bald donkey, let's get close and personal!"

"Kill the Japanese!"

Suddenly someone in the audience shouted loudly, and everyone else responded one after another. Some even jumped onto the stage and attacked Tsukahara Jiro.

Tsukahara Jiro's sword light was dense, blocking all attacks, while Zhao Jiuzhong lay on the ground, making no sound.
Chapter completed!