Yan Wu directed the ghost servant to fight with Binglong for another quarter of an hour, and gradually he could no longer support him, while Leng Bing was more and more brave in controlling the Icelong.

The ice dragon is extremely powerful and has extremely strong recovery ability. As long as there are spirit stones, its body can recover extremely quickly.

Leng Bing is the daughter of the head of the Bingxue Valley. She has countless spirit stones in her hand. Seeing that the Ice Dragon was a little depressed, she threw a high-quality spirit stone over. After the Ice Dragon ate it, she immediately became lively again.

Yan Wu was watching from the side and almost vomited blood. Damn, you are a waste of resources. You are feeding the spirit stones to spiritual pets. Eating the spirit stones is like eating beans. It is really a prodigal girl. However, no matter how envious he is jealous and hateful, it is useless.

Yan Wu became more and more depressed as he fought, and the ghost servant could recover, but it needed to devour a large number of corpses and souls. In this martial arts field, Yan Wu did not dare to take the blame for the world and directly used corpses and souls to feed the ghost servants.

After half a stick of incense, Yan Wu really couldn't hold on. If he continued to fight, he might be completely scrapped if the ghost servant he had been fed for many years.

Yan Wu directly took over the ghost servant and shouted, "Okay, I'll admit defeat."

Leng Bing refused to give in and directed Binglong to continue pounce on it. It seemed that he would not give up until Yan Wu's life was taken.

Yan Wu shouted on the court, "Referee, I have already admitted defeat. She is a foul."

The referee on the sidelines quickly stopped him, fearing that Leng Bing would really take Yan Wu's life. Whoever dares to participate in the Zhao royal competition in the future might kill him. Who can bear it?

Seeing the referee making a dissuasion, Leng Bing gave up and said fiercely, "Hmph, don't fall into my hands again, otherwise you will definitely take your life."

Yan Wu was really amused and crying. He didn't expect that this girl was so strong and had such strength at a young age. She must check her background.

Later, Yan Wu found out that Leng Bing was the daughter of Leng Shuang, the owner of the Bing Snow Valley, and almost got scared. Damn, if Leng Shuang knew that he had bullied her daughter, he would probably be dead. His colorful intestines quickly put them away and would never dare to cause trouble for Leng Bing again.

After several rounds of competition, it was finally Zhao Liang's turn to play.

The poison cultivator who fought against Zhao Liang suddenly made a conspiracy against Zhao Liang during the draw of lots, but was hit hard. His real name, Lingser, was also destroyed by Zhao Liang, and his mind was severely damaged and his strength was greatly reduced.

The poison cultivation is called Mao Ri, and is a master of poison use in Miaojiang. He is determined to show his skills in Middle Earth so that the Middle Earth people can also know the power of Miao people.

On the day of Mao, there were indeed many cultivators in Zhao State, but those cultivators were from second- and third-rate sects, so they would not be his opponents. Cultivators like Zhao Liang, who are all practicing hard in the sects, can they easily see them?

After several victories on the day of Mao, Yelang began to become arrogant, thinking that the cultivator in Middle Earth was just a little bit, so he had long forgotten all the advice of his master before he left the door.

His master is the great elder of the Wandu Sect in Miaojiang, and his status is second only to that of the head. Before going out, he repeatedly told Mao Ri, telling him that after he arrived in Zhongtu, he must restrain himself and be a man with his tail between his legs. There are too many talented people there, and he will suffer a great loss if he is not careful.

When I first arrived in Zhao State on the Ridge of Mao, I was cautious, afraid of provoking others. After a while, I gradually became more courageous. After contacting some cultivators, I felt that they were not very powerful.

So, Mao Ri became more and more courageous. Now, he is arrogant and does not take the cultivators of Middle Earth seriously at all, thinking that the cultivators here are at this level.

Finally, Mao Ri suffered a great loss under Zhao Liang's hands, and Zhao Liang was ruined by his natal spirit snake, which directly reduced his strength by 30%. His strength was not as strong as Zhao Liang, so he was even less of Zhao Liang's opponent.

In the martial arts performance, Mao Ri looked at Zhao Liang with a pair of hatred eyes, wishing he could be eaten alive.

Zhao Liang looked at Maori with a joke and asked, "Oh, can you still fight? Is your little black snake still there? Why not put one out again?"

Mao Ri gritted his teeth and said, "Call me the full name, don't think that if I lose my natal spiritual snake, I will not have the strength to fight. I will let you see the power of our Miaojiang immortal cultivators."

Zhao Liang shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "Okay, no matter what skills you have, just use them, I'll wait for you here."

When Mao Ri heard Zhao Liang's provocative words, his anger became even stronger. He shouted loudly, "Zhao Zhao, don't be arrogant, let you see our Miaojiang magical technique."

After Maori finished speaking, he tore off his shirt with a stinging sound, exposed his chest naked, and shouted, "Great Witch God, please come, and I will dedicate it to you with my blood."

Maori took out a sharp dagger and slashed his chest, and a stream of blood spurted out, but the blood fell to the ground very strangely and disappeared.

Zhao Liang knew that Mao Ri was preparing to perform a strange technique. Before performing this technique, it required a ritual, which was quite time-consuming.

Zhao Liang is not stupid. He would not be foolish and wait there. He asked Mao Ri to complete the ceremony. Isn’t this a discomfort for himself? Any threat must be strangled in the cradle.

Zhao Liang flashed and appeared in front of Maori like lightning, showing a stern smile.

Mao Ri was shocked and cursed in his heart, "Damn, didn't you say you were waiting for me there?"

He didn't expect Zhao Liang to take action so quickly. Seeing Zhao Liang punching him in front of him, he quickly raised his arm to block it. Unexpectedly, a severe pain came from his crotch.

It turned out that Zhao Liang used the extremely coquettish Zhao's leg to kick the crotch.

Ang Ri looked at the leg that appeared under his crotch in disbelief, then let out a shocking roar, and lay on the ground in great pain, rolling all over the ground.

All the male audience in the stands felt tightening under their crotch. The lifeline was the man's weakness. As long as you were hit, you would have to temporarily lose your combat effectiveness. No matter whether you are an ordinary person or a cultivator, you can't do it.

King Zhao said in a daze in the stands, "This, this is OK, this is the best player I have ever met."

Zhao Qian said with contempt, "Hmph, this trick is actually another one. It really embarrasses our Zhao family."

Leng Bing frowned and spat, "This person is as disgusting as the Yan Wu just now. If I encounter him, I must teach him a lesson."

Dajiuzhi clasped his hands together on the sidelines, "Amitabha, donor Zhao actually used this move. It's really my heart. It turns out that fighting can be fought like this, which really inspired me."

Taoist Master Tianxin was on the sidelines and shouted excitedly, "I'm so angry, I'm so angry, why don't you let me kick me?"
Chapter completed!