Nie Yunhuan ignored Juexing, but stared at the young man who slowly climbed into the blood pool with interest.

"A small fairyland is a perfect perfection, or a sergeant from the south, dares to come to my Shura Field?"

When he saw Zhang Yifeng's appearance clearly, Nie Yunhuan suddenly smiled, and a strange color surged in his pair of strange pupils.

Juexing, who was standing aside, also noticed the young man. Thinking of the scene when Zhang Yifeng asked him for directions, he couldn't help but frown: "This kid is really ignorant of life and death. He actually dares to come to the Shura field!"

It seemed that I had thought of something fun, and Nie Yuncai suddenly laughed: "Anyway, Xue Futu is the stronghold in your heaven outside the sky, and I have the final say in everything.

If that's the case, it's better to do this. You and I have fun. If this kid can beat Gan Jian in the blood pool, everything will be done without any consequences. If this kid can't, then Yang Valley will open three hundred years later, and you, Xidaluotian, should give me a place in the Blood Flood Tu as compensation, what about?"

After the words came, the young man beside Juexing shouted: "Just him? Not to mention winning in the blood pool, even the Shura thought is enough to make him a madman who only knows how to fight! Isn't this a bet you will win!"

Juexing's eyes were slightly condensed: "Jueming, silent!"

After pulling Jueming, Juexing bowed and said, "My junior brother doesn't know the etiquette. I hope you don't blame me for being a fellow Taoist Yunchao. It's just that since I came from Buddhism and used other people's lives to bet, it's really contrary to my thoughts."

Hearing this, Nie Yunhuai sneered, spread his hands open and said indifferently: "That depends on what sincerity you can show to calm my master's anger."

The master of Nie Yuncao is naturally the strongest man in Xuefutu and the Great Saint of Blood Sea.

Now, among the three thousand Taixu, the upcoming divine struggle has led to many extremely subtle situations.

As a side sect, Xuefutu wanted to join Tianwai Tian and help as part of Tianwai Tian. This is a sacred force. If he could merge with Tianwai Tian, ​​he would have more confidence when he fought.

It is precisely because of this that Tianwai Tian, ​​who has always been famous for his actions to protect his shortcomings, bows his head and gives in.

After a long time, Juexing recited the Buddha's name silently in his heart, and clasped his hands together and said, "Since that's the case, it's as Yunchao fellow Taoist said, but I still have something to ask for. If this son is defeated, he needs to save his life and cannot be lost in this blood pool."

"As far as you can save it, then you will say."

Nie Yun Jianman waved his hand indifferently. This Shura Field was his territory. As long as he could not stand on this blood pool and was stained with a little blood stain, even the Great Perfection of the Divine Void Realm would be completely swallowed.

How can one resist the great perfection of a fairyland? Even if you want to save it, you will not have time.

At this moment, a layer of land had been attached to the blood pool, and the land seemed quite heavy. Zhang Yifeng knew that as the battle began, the land would shrink little by little, and finally to a space where only one person could stand.

Such a battlefield is the lowest level in the Shura Field. Of course, Nie Yunsan is just a cultivator in the Divine Condensation Realm. The reason for obtaining this treasure is that he is the personal disciple of the Great Saint of Blood Sea.

Zhang Yifeng came to the Shura Field, and the previous battle just ended.

His identity as a disciple of the South South Serious Service attracted the attention of many monks from Beicang Mountain, so he specially arranged a fierce battle for Zhang Yifeng.

The human monk who killed the mermaid just now did not leave the blood pool, and the one who followed was about to fight Zhang Yifeng's second round.

Of course, no one cared about a small immortal realm of great perfection, but he just regarded Zhang Yifeng as the object of practicing for this human monk.

"What are you doing! You actually let this kind of garbage come up! Let him go down quickly!"

"How dare you come to Shura Field in the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm?"

"Get out quickly and get out quickly, it will affect my elegance!"

As Zhang Yifeng stepped on the blood pool, a scream exploded and raging from the stands.

Soon, a virtual image of the figure rose from the middle of the blood pool. This virtual image was quite magical. No matter at any angle or direction in the stands, the virtual image you saw was facing you.

"Don't worry, the wonderful battle just now is still unsatisfactory. This battle will definitely be beyond everyone's expectations."

The virtual image opened its mouth, which once again attracted a burst of angry curses.

How can a cultivator who is a great perfection in the fairyland, faces the divine realm of the divine realm?

The original body of the virtual statue is the disciple of Beicangshan. How could he not know that he had not seen it? These words were just to praise Zhang Yifeng higher. After the disciple of Nanfang Nan was easily wiped out, he could speak out loud.

This is its real purpose.

"It seems that everyone has a lot of opinions about this little brother, but after we discuss this round of gambling, the odds are 1 to 30!"

Zhang Yifeng is one, and that man cultivates divine emptiness is thirty.

Such huge odds immediately caused a burst of sneering from the entire stands.

"Not to mention one to thirty, even one to 10,000, I will not press a divine light stone on this fool! I will press three hundred divine light stones to Gan Jian!"

"I'll put six hundred!"

"Press me up with three thousand divine light stones!"

This unsurprising battle in front of us caused countless monks to take out all their assets.

Zhang Yifeng is one to thirty compared to Gan Jian. In turn, he can only get a Shen Xi stone by thirty Shen Xi stones.

But no matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still flesh, not to mention those who spend all their money and put up three thousand divine stones, they can get one hundred divine stones in one round.

Above the blood pool, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but smile on his face as he heard the shouting in the stands.

"It seems that this Shura field is really profitable!"

"That's right, as long as you have enough strength, you will not be a problem to make a fortune by relying on this Xuefutu."

Mr. Tong recalled that back then, when he was following the side of Cang Hong, he also used the bloody battle in the Shura field to obtain many divine shining stones.

Zhang Yifeng slapped the Divine Light Palace, and a flash of light appeared on the Divine Light Palace, and a total of three hundred Divine Light stones fell in front of Zhang Yifeng.

"I will bet on three hundred Shenxi stones to win!"

A loud voice spread throughout the blood pool, and the entire stands were silent, followed by a sensational laughter like thunder.

"I have never seen such an interesting boy. I have to give us all my wealth before dying!"

"Hahaha! This guy is really interesting. I hope he won't die and let us watch the monkey show more in the future!"

"Gan Jian, don't kill him too quickly! Play with this guy!"

Listening to all kinds of mockery, Zhang Yifeng didn't care.
Chapter completed!