Meng Bai took off his hero's helmet and began to check his own practice status.

"The artistic conception of the Great Power Bull Demon Fist God: Full range of 10,000, progress of 6%!"

"Eight steps to catch the cicadas to achieve small achievement, with a maximum size of 500, a progress of 40%!"

"Mangniu Qigong Chongmai, full range of 500, progress of 52%.

Meng Bai was very satisfied with this result. Especially Mangniu Qigong, there was a small increase. Although the growth rate was very small, only 4%, it was quite considerable to accumulate a small amount.

Meng Bai set an hour off time, lying in bed, trying to free himself, enter deep sleep, and recover faster.

When the time came, the alarm ringed, Meng Bai seemed to be mechanical, and instantly woke up, put on the hero's helmet, and entered the hero's ring again. He started another ring battle.

This time, he did not go to the 80th arena, but to the 60th. Because he felt that the strength of the 80th is a bit low. Of course, the non-destructive Vajra is not on the list, and there are unexpected people everywhere, but there are not many. Du Xuan’s ten consecutive games before, and the four or five of the four or five of them did not pose any threat to him, and the effect of the tempering was really average.

Moreover, when he comes in again this time, his plan to make money will begin.

The previous time, I was just fighting because of excitement and other reasons, and forgot about betting, which is a considerable loss.

Entering the 60th arena, Meng Bai happened to see a thump on the ring, and a boy was shot down by a gun.

At this time, Meng Bai didn't care about modesty and politeness. He immediately rushed to the arena like a galloping horse.

Before the winning "Divine King of East China Sea" had time to greet him and showed his elegant figure, he found that there was a figure in front of him, so he was naturally very unhappy. He waved his spear and pointed at Meng Baixin's mouth, saying, "What's wrong with you? Do you still understand the rules?"

Meng Bai's time of cultivation is so tight. When he meets a good-tempered person, he has no choice but to show his demeanor. When he meets a person who is above the top and arrogant and arrogant, he will not give any face. He replied directly, "The competition on the ring is just to distinguish the superiority. If you know you are defeated, hurry up and don't delay your efforts here!"

"Okay, okay," the God of Donghai laughed in anger, but his face was very ferocious. "If grandpa doesn't have a good time to teach you a lesson, you probably don't know that Prince Ma has three eyes!"

While speaking, the God of East China Sea shook his wrist and a "puff" sounded, and the spear was like an angry dragon, rising up, and the void drew an arc and stabbed directly at Meng Bai's eyebrows.

Meng Bai did not take it, and quickly retreated, "What are you anxious about? Let me place a bet!"

When the God of Donghai heard this, he became even more angry. Because there were regulations on the heroic strife, he could only bet on himself to win the battle. This was to avoid some people making money by pretending to lose. At this time, Meng Bai shouted to place a bet, and the contempt for him was self-evident.

However, this was a legitimate act, and he couldn't stop it, otherwise he would feel guilty.

In the public arena of heroes, as long as the two stand on the arena, the battle will be officially established and the gambling game will be formed. As for the odds, it is comprehensively evaluated based on the physical information scanned by the two and their past achievements.

Meng Bai clicked on the betting page, but suddenly saw that the God of Donghai was 1.1 in compensation and the Grandpa Gate 1 in compensation and 3 in compensation. Meng Bai was not afraid of this, but was quite happy. Because he knew that in this stage, in terms of physical information, the difference was actually not much. The key to winning was martial arts, strategies and experience. The reason why his odds were so high was that he had not participated in the hero ring for a long time, and his past record was not impressive.

1 to lose 3, which is also a very good opportunity for Meng Bai to make money. However, Meng Bai is a rational person and knows that everything is left at the forefront. He did not invest all his wealth, but just bet half of it, totaling 700 yuan.

"Okay, it's time to start!"

"Go to die!"

The God of East China Sea was obviously very violent. After hearing this, he suddenly had a sharp figure. His spear was like a whip and whipped in the air. The wind roared, violent and powerful.

Meng Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the tip of the gun, moved his feet, but instead of retreating, he rushed towards the inner ring of the gun, and in one move, Bull Demon reached the sky, and his fist power surged into the sky, shaking the spear.

The God of Donghai practiced the second-level martial arts Panser Spear Spear. The mightyness is just the appearance, and strangeness is the core. As his arm shook, his true energy was infused, and the gun bar was bent down. It was like a poisonous snake. The spear head turned 180 degrees and stabbed towards Meng Bai's vest.

"Good means!"

Meng Bai exclaimed, but did not dodge, and continued to move forward with a very fast speed. The spear head was only one line away and could not stab Meng Bai. At this time, Meng Bai could reach the foot of the God of East China Sea and grabbed his right ankle with one hand. Then, Meng Bai twisted and turned, "Down!"

The God of East China Sea was thrown into a kite with broken strings and fell towards the ring.

"Ding——, congratulations on your betting victory and winning 2,100 yuan."

This sound was so wonderful that Meng Bai couldn't help but smile.

The people in the audience were naturally shocked and praised Meng Bai for winning the East China Sea God so neatly. Of course, there were also many people who cursed, and those who lost money after failing to make bets.

"Who else is willing to give me advice?" Meng Bai shouted, a little excited.

After shouting three times, another handsome young man came on stage. His name is "Jilang Young Master", and he is good at the Rage Wave Fist. Although this Rage Wave Fist is only the second level, its moves are special. It is used in sequence and can accumulate the power of true qi, which is stronger than the other move. If the Nine Styles of Rage Waves can be connected in one qi, the last move Rage Waves can even erupt three times the combat power, which is terrifying.

Because of this, Young Master Julang wanted to accumulate first with a fight, but Meng Bai was no longer Wu Xia Ameng, and his eyesight was much better. He saw the clues in just a few moves and forced his moves to win this game.

Next, Meng Bai fought two more games and left. At this moment, his wealth had already reached 8,600 yuan. He left not because the odds dropped sharply, but because no one came up for a long time, which was too wasteful of time.

This made Meng Bai look down on the warriors in the 60 arena, but he forgot how terrifying his progress is. Where can I find someone who fights him in the lower rankings? No one is a fool, who is willing to seek abuse?

Next, Meng Bai went straight to the front ten arena, but it was already crowded and there was no chance for him to enter. In response to this, he could only enter his own private room and devoted himself to practicing the eight-step cicada chasing skills and the powerful bull demon boxing.

In the evening, when he stood in the private arena with Jiang Yan again, the Eight Steps of Cicada Challenge had already entered the Great Realm and became more flexible and changeable. He fought with Jiang Yan again, and this time, without any suspense, Meng Bai won again.
Chapter completed!