Chapter 102

"I see. It must be clean and beautiful." After listening to Bai Yingcai's request, Ding Sheng, a horse faced man, showed a cruel look on his face. "I won't kill him on the spot, but leave a secret wound on him. In about a month, it happens to attack. When he dies, no one will doubt me."

"It's the best way to do that." Bai Yingcai patted Ding Sheng on the shoulder, "don't worry, as long as you do this for me, I will never treat you badly."

Bai Feiyu stood aside, listening to the cheers from Zhenwu arena, and could not help sympathizing with Chu Yan.

Alas, a rising star is about to fall.

But who let you provoke our white family? You deserve it!

After giving orders, Bai Yingcai and Bai Feiyu quietly return to the Zhenwu arena.

Just now, Chu Yan beat his opponent again, and now his record is eight consecutive wins, equal to Fang Wuxing.

But because he won eight games in a row, in the eyes of all the people at the scene, Chu Yan has surpassed Fang Wuxing.

At the moment, the shouts almost overturned the roof.

Not far below the challenge arena, Fang Wuxing holds his arm and looks at Chu Yan on the challenge arena with a gloomy face.

Bai Yingcai hid in the crowd, looked at Chu Yan, and spat out four words: "you are dead."

Looking at the position of Fang Wuxing, Bai Yingcai sneered: "at that time, Fang Wuxing, you don't want to carry this black pot."

The next nine games are about to start.

As long as Chu Yan wins this game again, it will break the best result created by Fang Wuxing recently.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

In the room upstairs, Su Yuqing also looks at Chu Yan, looking forward to what amazing achievements he can create today.

The ninth game, no suspense, Chu Yan relaxed, the other side fell off the stage.

His opponent originally wanted to resist, but in the face of Chu Yan's initiative, he didn't even have time to react.

Nine in a row!

At this time, while the people in the hall cheered and yelled, a question began to emerge in their hearts: will he continue to fight?

In a short time today, Chu Yan has won nine games in a row, setting an excellent record rarely seen in recent years. His reward for winning in a row has soared from the first ten Lingqian to 3500 Lingqian.

At this time, it's better to stop when it's good, to leave an unbeaten record and a proud figure, isn't it?

If you lose at this time, the previous winning streak will still be talked about, but it will undoubtedly be greatly discounted and cast a shadow.

But soon, Chu Yan responded with action.

He not only has to continue winning in a row, but also has a tendency to break the highest consecutive record in Zhenwu arena!

Ten wins in a row!

Eleven in a row!

A moment later, Chu Yan won two more games. Now he is two games away from the highest record of 13 consecutive wins in Zhenwu arena.

At the moment, everyone under the stage also reacted. Today, Chu Yan is running to break the record.

Once they succeed, they will all be the witnesses of the new record. Suddenly, everyone's emotions are ignited. They open their voices and shout loudly, and their cheeks and necks are all red.

Seeing that Chu Yan was enjoying the cheers of the crowd and getting a lot of money, Bai Yingcai's face was full of hate and jealousy. He was restless, as if he had a nail under his buttock. He kept shaking his legs and looked left and right: "why hasn't Ding Sheng been up yet? What's the matter! Is it hard to run away? "

Seeing the anxious appearance of Bai Yingcai, Bai Feiyu had to comfort him: "don't worry, cousin. There won't be any problem. Before I saw Ding Sheng sign up, I should be waiting for him. Now let Chu Yan spend a little more energy, and Ding Sheng can do things more smoothly."

"But now it's not in line. What if Chu Yan suddenly loses or doesn't fight?" Bai Yingcai roared, so anxious that he earned all his tendons on his forehead, "and this guy is going to level the record of the real fighting field! Do you really have to wait for him to break the record? "

Bai Yingcai became more and more irritable. If it wasn't for his identity, he would like to go on the stage and cut off Chu Yan.

In this moment, Chu Yan won again.

Twelve in a row!

Distance record, only one step away!

"Asshole, asshole!" Bai Ying was so angry that her teeth would be broken.

As for Fang Wuxing, his face doesn't look good at the moment.

These cheers originally belonged to him, but today, Chu Yan was born and took everything away.

At the moment, Chu Yan seems to be a thorn in the eye of Fang Wu Xing.

"This son-in-law is too arrogant and arrogant. He has forgotten his duty as a man." Fang five elements cold face, mouth slowly spit out a word without any feelings.

When the 13th competition was about to start, Bai Yingcai, who was almost manic, suddenly brightened his eyes.

Ding Sheng, who has disappeared for a long time, appears not far from the challenge arena.

Ding Sheng obviously also saw Bai Yingcai in the crowd and made a gesture, indicating that the next scene was himself.

"OK, OK." Bai Yingcai's mood suddenly calmed down a lot.

Looking at the 13th game that is about to start at the moment, Bai Yingcai constantly comforted himself: "it's just to draw the record. It's nothing. It's really nothing. He has no hope for the next game, and he will lose his life. Ding Sheng is a Wuzhong warrior in the real martial arts world, and he is definitely not comparable to those opponents before him."

However, at the thought of Chu Yan's great hope to level the record, Bai Yingcai was still suffering, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Soon, his fly became a reality.

Although Chu Yan's opponents are stronger than those before, they still can't beat Chu Yan's seven star random wind step.

One hand after shrinking the ground into an inch directly blows the other side five Zhang away.

In the hall, there was silence for about two breaths, and the next moment was overwhelming and deafening cheers!

Thirteen wins in a row!

After many years, someone in the Zhenwu arena of Changqing town hit the record again, and there is hope to break the record today!

Even Su Yuqing, who has always been calm, now looks at Chu Yan in the challenge arena.

At this moment, her heart is extremely complex.

She is a practitioner of Ning Mai Jing, so she is very clear about Chu Yan's talent in cultivation. If this talent goes along the way of Ming Wen, it's really a little outrageous.

However, Chu Yan's talent of inscriptions is also amazing, even no less than his cultivation talent.

With such two powerful talents, anyone who gets one of them will make amazing achievements, but if they appear in one person at the same time, it is the trouble of happiness.

"Younger martial brother, I'm afraid you haven't felt it yet, but when you really set foot on the pulse setting stage, you will find that the most lacking thing for monks is time. If you can have two or three times more time than normal people, and make good use of these two talents at the same time, there is absolutely no problem, but time is fair to everyone. " Su Yuqing looks at Chu Yan. For a moment, his eyes show a look of love and pity.