Chapter 689： Good luck

Soon, the bet was over, and half an hour was not used.

In the eyes of everyone, Mo Tianmeng sent a new face and a very young Yuan Dan to play, and it was doomed to lose.

"Mo Tianmeng gave up this fighting."

"Perhaps the next literary fight should have some back-end."

"Maybe……"

The four Su Han drew lots, he was against the Yuan Dan of the White Dragon League, and Wu Zhi was against the Yuan Dan of the Qing Yu League.

"Pity."

Wu Zhi smiled and glanced at Su Han.

Su Han nodded slightly, "It is indeed a pity."

"Yuan Dan realm martial arts, start."

The old woman in the Prince Chang's Mansion glanced at everyone and announced lightly.

"I heard that you are a master craftsman?"

The peak of the Yuandan realm of the White Dragon League looked at Su Han and smiled: "Have you considered taking refuge in my White Dragon League?

The Motian League is destined to be dissolved and liquidated this time. From then on, there are only our three major alliances in this area.

If you follow Li Motian, there will be no good fruit to eat. "

"Do you want to fight? Surrender if you don't fight."

Su Han smiled lightly.

"It's really arrogant, but a proud person is destined to not end well."

The Yuan Dan of the White Dragon League smiled slightly, kneeling suddenly before Su Han.

"..."

"what happened?"

"Does the White Dragon League fight fake matches?"

Seeing this scene in the audience, the sentiment was immediately excited!

Ye Cangyun and the others were also slightly surprised. Their eyes fell on the Yuan Dan of the White Dragon League. The vitality of the other party seemed to have completely collapsed, turning into a cold corpse!

"He Tao, what's wrong?"

The face of the leader of the White Dragon League changed slightly, and the rest of the Yuan Dan around him was also surprised.

He Tao is the first Yuan Dan of the White Dragon League, which is recognized.

How can you suddenly kneel on the ground when you are fighting?

Could it be that He Tao was bought by Motian League?

Qing Yumeng and Zhigemeng saw this scene, and felt that things were a little weird, and their complexions changed slightly.

"It seems I was lucky, should I announce the result?"

Su Han smiled at the old woman in the sky.

The patron behind the White Dragon League is the Royal Palace of Chang. Seeing this situation, the old woman's face suddenly became gloomy and flew into the arena.

After checking, she looked at Su Han coldly: "What did you do?"

"What did I do?"

Su Han smiled lightly.

"If you didn't do anything, how could He Tao die suddenly?"

A flash of anger flashed in the old woman's eyes.

Wu Zhi's Bidou slowed down because of this, and subconsciously looked at the situation here. When Wu Zhi saw He Tao kneeling and died, he was secretly surprised.

"How can he die suddenly? You have to wake him up and ask himself. I didn't touch him or scold him.

He's dead, it's my shit? "

Su Han smiled.

"you……"

"If He Tao died violently, he would follow the rules and investigate the cause of his death afterwards."

Ye Cangyun's voice sounded.

The old woman gave Su Han a cold look, then sneered: "You're lucky."

With a light wave of his hand, He Tao's corpse was sent back to the White Dragon League with a gang of air.

The leader of the White Dragon Alliance immediately personally checked his condition, wanting to see why He Tao died.

Seeing this scene in the audience, knowing that the outcome of the competition was determined, their hearts were furious, and they did not dare to speak.

The White Dragon League is no better than the Motian League, the opponent is stronger, and there are forces such as the Emperor Chang Wangfu of the Immortal Burying Dynasty as the backing, and casual scolding can easily bring disaster to itself.

In this way, they could only start another cynicism against Motian League.

"The luck of Motian League is really good, so I won in vain."

"Why didn't I have such luck before? I have to have luck exploding at this time? I lost a lot of spirit coins!"

"Why not just concede defeat? What's the point of continuing to fight, admit defeat, disband and liquidate!"

"In the next competition, you must not bet against the Motian League. Whoever is bet is my son."

Su Han looked around and smiled.

His expression is gentle, and his words are soft.

But the content of his words made the voice of the audience drop a few pitches and became a little cold.

next moment.

"What are you crazy! I won't bet on the Motian League!"

"The Motian League must be defeated and disbanded. Whoever holds the Motian League is a fool!"

"Does the realm of Cangyun City allow you to be rampant with the Yuan Dan? I really thought that the aristocratic family in Cangyun City would be weaker than the four major alliances!"

"It's useless to talk nonsense. I'm shouting now. If you bet on the Motian League, you have to call me Dad."

Su Han smiled.

The sound was agitated and spread throughout the audience.

"Quiet!"

Li Tianshui slammed into the void!

The Lord of Wu Kingdom calculated blankly.

He had just made a bet on Su Han, and the opponent died suddenly, and Su Han won.

Motianmeng's odds are quite high again, reaching twice as much.

Didn’t the 20,000 lower-grade spirit coins become 40,000?

Although the money is not his until the final decision is made, if Su Han wins the next game, his low-grade spirit coins will change from 40,000 to 80,000...

"hiss……"

The Lord of Wu Kingdom took a breath in his heart, and his body trembled slightly with excitement.

The lord of the remaining kingdoms looked weird, and a touch of regret flashed in their eyes. They only staked a few thousand lower-grade spirit coins, which was too few...

After the fight was over, Su Han returned to his seat and waited another half an hour to complete the fight.

Simply simple, one million lower Pin Ling coins arrived.

Li Motian's expression is a bit weird, this luck... is there no one?

He knew He Tao when he was still in the Yuan Dan realm. He was so strong, how could he be killed just right today?

But no matter what, this Su Han can win this without any injury, which is also good news for Li Motian, and he is fortunate!

On the high platform.

The old woman looked at Qiao Yuan coldly: "Your Motian League subordinate is very arrogant."

"Oh."

Qiao Yuan smiled, "You may have misunderstood, he is not a subordinate of Motianmeng, but a master invited by Li Motian."

"So arrogant, sooner or later there will be regrets."

The old woman snorted coldly, her eyes flickering.

As soon as his words fell, Wu Zhi also ended the fight.

The Yuan Dan of the Qingyu League did not suffer any injuries, and the two sides were quite harmonious. When Li Motian saw this, he knew in his heart that the two sides must be embarrassed.

Although the fighting was fierce, there were no casualties.

is it possible?

It's just this kind of well-known thing, even if you reprimand it, as long as the two sides don't admit it, there is no evidence.

"Wu Zhi, the good luck of the Motian League, He Tao was so violently killed, I really don't understand.

Now that you have won, wait to face him and help He Tao get revenge. "

The Yuan Dan from the Qingyu League glanced at Su Han and said to Wu Zhi.

Wu Zhi nodded slightly, "No problem."

The two sides rested for half an hour and re-entered.

This battle determines the victory point of Yuan Dan realm martial arts.

The eyes of everyone were all on Su Han and Wu Zhi.

"He Tao didn't know what kind of illness he had, which made you easily win the last match.

But your luck ends here. "Wu Zhi smiled and said to Su Han.