Chapter 2103

"Fang Yue, listen to me. It's not like this! The League really considered the overall situation and had to make such a decision. This time, not only you, Xiaolei Wang, fierce Yanyang, but also the Tianjiao of seven or eight Terrans were used as bait to attract the fire of the dark demon clan. Even in front of us, we were also the chess pieces thrown by the League!"

The mosquito man explained in a hurry.

Fang Yue is already feeling disheartened and a little too lazy to listen!

"In the future, I am me, and Renmeng is Renmeng! Renmeng and I are only cooperative. If Renmeng uses me as bait at will next time, I won't mind losing the identity of a member of Renmeng! This ancient city of Taiyuan, I only fight for myself! Renmeng must pay a corresponding price if it wants me to fight!"

Fang Yue's tone was cold. He turned away and stopped talking to the mosquito man.

Then, Fang Yue stepped on a challenge arena, "the seven layer Xia Bingyu in the Terran sect leader's territory, can anyone dare to fight with me!"

Fang Yue's voice was firm and looked down.

"Sect leader's territory? What bet do you take to fight with me?"

A leader of the Feng clan, the Tianjiao at the peak level, smiled: "if you can't make a bet comparable to the level of magic tools in the saint's realm, don't make a fool of yourself here!"

"Three magic tools at the saint level! I want to bet on the corresponding basic resources!"

Fang Yue threw out three long swords at the sage level like throwing rags, all of which radiated the power of saints.

"Good! The leader of the sect is fighting in the dusty night on the eighth floor!"

When the wind clan's dust night came out, he threw a storage bag on the ground, which is the basic resource corresponding to the three saint's realm magic tools. Even according to the rules of gambling, the number of resources is 10% more than the corresponding resources of the three saint's realm magic tools!

There is also discord between the wind clan and the Terran clan.

Although they are both members of the five clan alliance, the wind clan and the Terran clan will have torn their faces!

"Come on! Terran, I'll let you do three moves!"

Chenxiao is very proud. He is a genius among his peers of the Feng family. He once killed saints with the cultivation of the sect leader, and there is more than one.

As for Xia Bingyu, I don't know which corner of the Terran is drilled out. He can kill it easily without much effort.

However, killing is also to kill the heart!

This time, they want to kill the spirit of the Terran and the arrogance of the Terran.

It's best to kill the Terran for a generation, and it will be much easier to deal with the Terran in the future.

Therefore, it was only in this dusty night that Fang Yue made three moves to let the person know how big the gap between the peers of the Terran and the wind family is.

"Good!"

Fang Yue didn't refute. Raising his hand was a sword.

The sword light chopped, and Chenxiao's pupils suddenly contracted. He wanted to resist, but he was stiff and couldn't move for a time.

"No!"

Chenxiao roared. He could only watch the sword light chop down.

Sword fall!

Dust night falls!

The Tianjiao of the wind clan, a sect leader who can fight saints, was split from the center of the eyebrow and the flesh was in two!

"What about the three good moves? How can you die with one move!"

Fang Yue said somewhat lonely.

"I haven't finished warming up yet!"

The strong man of the wind clan paid attention to this and was almost angry with Fang Yue when he heard this.

How can this Terran go so far and sell well when it's cheap.

A sword split one of the Tianjiao of the wind family. He didn't say it, but he even said such sarcastic words.

Fang Yue Shi ran took away the storage bag on the challenge arena and his own magic weapon bet.

"Xia Bing language, go slowly!"

A cry came.

The visitor turned out to be a leader of the Feng clan, a youth at the peak of the territory.

"I Yuwen Tianfeng want to bet with you. Do you dare to fight?"

"Dare! What dare you! I dare to take all challenges within the level of the leader!"

With a sneer and a bang, Fang Yue threw five long swords of sage's realm magic weapons onto the challenge arena.

"How dare you gamble on the basic resources corresponding to the magic tools at the level of five saints?"

"OK! Let me raise some resources and come later!"

Although Yuwen Tianfeng is the Tianjiao of the wind family, it is obviously difficult for him to take out so many basic resources at one go.

So Yuwen Tianfeng returned to the clan and asked the clan to hand over the bet for him.

"Yuwen Tianfeng! The Feng clan ranks 127th in the list of religious leaders. This is a real treasure of the Feng clan! If you kill him, it is estimated that the Feng clan will be distressed for several days this time!"

When Yuwen Tianfeng was preparing resources, Fang Qing came over with a smile and said to Yue.

"If you kill Yuwen Tianfeng, will the wind clan chase me? It's better to leave Yuwen Tianfeng a small life and let the wind clan redeem his life? In this way, I can get an extra income, and the wind clan won't hate me!"

Fang Yue sneered. He didn't want to kill.

This time, he only wanted money and didn't want to kill him.

What does the strength of the Feng clan have to do with him? The Renmeng had abandoned him more than once for the sake of the overall situation, which had chilled Fang Yue's heart.

From then on, he lived only for himself.

Whoever provokes him, he will kill anyone!

As for the others, there is no hatred or resentment, just don't kill them!

Fang Yue's attitude made Fang Qing sigh.

right enough!

Renmeng's calculations have begun to have side effects!

Just now, the news came from King Lei's residence. Little Lei has just broken through and doesn't want to fight in person.

The Terran has lost an elite combat power at the level of virtual fairyland, and now Fang Yue has this attitude. It's really hard to say who he is fighting for in this gambling fight!

Maybe Fang Yue's real idea is to get some benefits and go.

If so, it is difficult to expect Fang Yue to do meritorious service for the human race at the level of the religious master.

"Xia Bingyu, come and die!"

Yuwen Tianfeng raised enough resources and shouted loudly!

"Come, come!"

Fang Yue is late!

"If you want to die, you don't have to be in such a hurry! Do you really think that the ranking of the wind family can be extended to ten thousand families!"

Fang Yue sneered.

Yuwen Tianfeng's eyes suddenly became cold.

"Boy, if you talk nonsense again, I'll pull out your tongue and head."

Yuwen Tianfeng shouted angrily, Qiang ground and pulled out his sword.

A flash of cold light shines on Kyushu!

Yuwen Tianfeng is indeed the pride of the wind clan. At least his sword skills have reached the peak of master level, and he is only half a step away from the master!

The sword breaks through the void.

The cold killing machine suddenly stabbed Fang Yue's body.

The sword points down and pulls out many sword flowers!

At that moment, it was extremely beautiful. It was a strange charm between life and death.

"Swordsmanship? I can do it too!"

Fang Yue pointed to Yu Wentian Feng like a sword, and with a gentle wave, the sword Qi broke through the air, cutting all the sword flowers in half.

Sword flowers wither and turn into spring mud.

In Fang Yue's eyes, Yuwen Tianfeng's moves are just Pediatrics!

The practitioners of the underworld have a problem. They pay too much attention to the improvement of realm and ignore the training of combat skills!

For example, at the level of sword moves and sword techniques, practitioners in the universe are much better than those in the underworld.

Yuwen Tianfeng's sword move was broken, and his expression showed a slight trance!

This sword move has always been his most proud place!

He relies on these sword moves to defeat the strong with the weak and defeat the saint retrogradely.

Now, the sword move is broken!

Yuwen Tianfeng feels that his pride has been torn apart!

If his sword moves were suppressed by people with strength and realm, he would be better, but he was broken by people with the same realm.

Yuwen Tianfeng knows that it should be easy for the other party to break his sword move and kill him.

"I admit defeat!"

Yuwen Tianfeng withdrew decisively.

He is a genius of the Feng clan. The level of the religious master is just a stage of accumulating strength, which is far from the point where they fight for the clan.

If you lose, admit defeat. As long as you can keep your life, there's no shame!

The loss of the ethnic group is when people die.

"The battle of life and death, you didn't admit defeat! You can make your ethnic group say ransom! I'm not greedy! Stack me with basic resources equivalent to three holy land magic tools, and I'll let Yuwen Tianfeng leave!"

The price offered by Fang Yue is really great.

A virtual fairy of the wind family turned her eyes and hit together a little. The business is not at a loss!

"Good!"

The virtual immortal of the wind clan threw out a storage bag, which contained the basic resources equivalent to three virtual fairyland level magic tools.

Fang Yue picked up the storage bag, weighed it a little, and then said with a smile, "thank you for your patronage. Welcome to come next time!"

Fang Yue's words are not a great insult to the Feng family.

However, the virtual immortal of the wind family seemed not to hear a word and had no response.

If your skills are not as good as others, just be convinced.

Among the people sent by the Feng nationality this time, the level of the religious leader is relatively weak.

Yuwen Tianfeng is already the strongest existence in the hierarchy of the leader's realm. He has lost. No one in the hierarchy of the leader's realm will be Xia Bingyu's opponent!

The wind clan stopped talking, and Fang Yue understood what they meant.

At this time, Fang Yue also stopped and stepped down from the challenge arena.

Just came to power, aiming at the Feng family is to vent their private anger and anger.

As for basic resources, Fang Yue is not short of them.

This thing won is better than nothing for Fang Yue!

Now hundreds of people are watching. If they continue to win in a row at this time, they are easy to be hated and ruthless.

He doesn't fight for the Terran. There's no need to fight like that.

The real king is to accept what is good.

Yuwen Tianfeng stepped down from the challenge arena and didn't hate Fang Yue. Instead, he bowed his hand slightly to Fang Yue and motioned to receive Fang Yue's favor.

Fang Yue is right. The life and death challenge arena only divides life and death, not winning or losing.

If Fang Yue really insists on killing him, it's no use even if he admits defeat.

"Who is this little fellow of the Terran? He's so powerful! Even Yuwen Tianfeng can fight at the level of the leader's territory. If he is willing to fight for the ethnic group, at least the Terran will not suffer at the level of the leader's territory!"

At this time, a dignified middle-aged man came to Fang Qing and inquired about Fang Yue's identity.

There seems to be no such person in the young generation of Terrans.

There are many practitioners in the Terran sect. They can even be described by the number of sands in the Ganges, but few are so brilliant.

"Fang Yue's clothes! Who else do you think it can be? But you old people calculate people every day. This time, Fang Yue is tired of calculation. He said that this time he will fight only for himself and not for the ethnic group!"

Fang Qing sneered: "don't look at Fang Yue's gambling fight this time. All he wants are the basic resources of all ethnic groups, but I'm afraid he doesn't want these basic resources for the human race! If you want to take these resources from Fang Yue, I'm afraid you need to pay some price!"

When Fang Qing said this, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly.

If it's Fang Yue, it's really troublesome!

This time, they may not be able to invite Fang Yue. The mosquito man warned them before using Fang Yue last time.