"It's really fragrant, I know it's right to bet with Mrs. Gao. ”

A big man with a yellow face twitched his nose, and he couldn't wait to pounce on the noblewoman immediately. But thinking of the identity of the other party, he was a little hesitant. The charm of the half-aged MILFs still exists, what a fucking seductive soul.

"Lao Huang, I don't think you want to die. ”

A middle-aged man in blue next to him patted the yellow-faced man on the shoulder.

"Thank you brother for reminding me, I was confused for a while. ”

The yellow-faced man patted his head, and cold sweat was already running down. Not to mention his level, there have been many martial artists who are more powerful than him before, who died at the hands of Mrs. Gao, and even her own husband died halfway.

"How did you say Lao Gao died, it won't be squeezed dry by this girl. ”

The yellow-faced man didn't dare to speak openly, and secretly discussed with the blue-clothed man next to him in a secret way.

"Knowingly, after Lao Gao's death, her cultivation will be promoted to the third level, do you dare to say that there is no problem?"

The man in blue was sitting upright, his expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, but in fact, his inner thoughts were darker than those of the yellow-faced man. They unanimously agreed that Mrs. Gao seduced many young and middle-aged warriors behind her brother's back and sucked them all dry. This is not too enjoyable, and in the end, even Lao Gao himself was squeezed out of his body and died.

"This Black Widow's ability is really unstoppable, but it's a pity that I don't have that life to enjoy. ”

The yellow-faced man looked at Mrs. Gao's snow-white thighs, still a little unwilling. But thinking of the group of people who had died before, and then thinking about Lao Gao's shriveled appearance before he died, he still suppressed the fire in his heart.

"Bet well, if you win the money, let's go to Danyang Building to play." Seeing the kid above, he is Song Wanshan's concubine. ”

The man in blue pointed to the man in cloth in the ring and introduced to the yellow-faced man.

"It's him, except that his face is a little whiter, I don't think there's anything good. ”

The yellow-faced man said this, obviously out of jealousy. Who doesn't know that the consumption of Danyang Building is particularly high, and Song Wanshan is the former eldest lady of the Song family, and ordinary people don't accept it at all. When this cloth-clothed man first came to Ishihara City, he didn't spend a lot of money in Danyang Building. After going back and forth, he became a poor bastard, and he was forced to come to Rashomon to fight to the death.

When the two of them discussed the man in cloth, they did not use secret language to transmit the sound, and Du Feng heard it clearly not far away. Sure enough, as he expected, this person was hollowed out in Fengyue Place. There is a knife on the head of the color character, even if the body of the warrior is strong, it must be controlled.

"Zla......"

Futian couldn't dodge, but he was slashed by the man in cloth on his chest, and a long bloody hole was opened, and the white flesh was turned out. He has rough skin and thick flesh and great strength, and he usually likes to fight shirtless, but this time he finally suffered.

"I just wanted to pressure him to win, but you won't let him. ”

Don't look at Feng Siyuan's age and ambition, he just wanted to use all the money on his body to press the man in cloth to win. With the odds of one to five in Xiaobo, winning is still very impressive.

"He's going to lose!"

The betting time has passed, and even if Feng Siyuan wants to pay, he has no chance. Du Feng didn't persuade him this time, but directly said that the man in cloth was going to lose.

"Look at the sword!"

The man in cloth is flexible, and he takes advantage of the situation to chase after him with one move. The sword in his hand swung quickly, drawing the shape of a plum blossom in the air, and even the fight did not forget to maintain an elegant posture, no wonder Song Wanshan was fascinated. If it weren't for the pressure of the boss of Danyang Building, maybe the two would have eloped.

"Oh, be careful, this trick is beautiful. ”

The lavishly dressed Mrs. Kuo, who was older, had been fighting with Mrs. Gao for wealth before. Seeing the beautiful sword moves of the man in cloth, he stood up excitedly. I can't just use the money to smash it to the funeral sky, so that the man in cloth can win directly. In this way, you can multiply your bet fivefold, and maybe you can take the white-faced scholar home to play.

"Alas!"

Du Feng sighed and shook his head helplessly. If the man in cloth hadn't paid so much attention to the grace of his moves, he might have a chance to win. After all, he descended from the Grandmaster Realm, and his body and sword foundation were good, but now he is not saved.

"Poof!"

The cloth-clothed man stabbed his sword into Fu Tian's left shoulder, piercing straight through his collarbone, and he was obviously happy when he succeeded, with a long-lost smile on his cold face. Those viewers who bet on the funeral sky are depressed at the moment, feeling that they are going to lose a lot.

"Die!"

Who knew that the situation had changed suddenly, Fu Tian didn't care about the sword on his body at all, took half a step forward and simply pierced the entire sword, and then grabbed the neck of the man in cloth. His hands are already big, and pinching the other party's neck is like pinching a chicken.

"Gurgling ......"

The man in the cloth wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it because his neck was choked. He tried to draw his sword back and continue the attack, but found that he had stabbed too deep and was stuck in the bone. In fact, it was a deliberate contraction of muscles by Futian to make the bones clamp the sword tighter.

His carrot-thick fingers snapped into force, and he heard a clattering sound. The throat of the man in the cloth was crushed by the sound. Then he pulled out a handsome head.

"Tear, tear, tear!"

The auditorium boiled again, and began to shout that the signature action of the burial sky was torn.

"I want a head!"

Mrs. Kuo, who had always hoped that the man in cloth would win, did not feel any sadness after seeing him die, but excitedly asked for the head from Futian.

"Whoosh......"

As soon as Fu Tian shook his hand, he threw the handsome head out, and it landed right in Mrs. Kuo's arms. The broad lady picked up the head of the cloth-clothed man and kissed him fiercely on the forehead. Obviously, he lost 500 citrine, and it was as if he had earned it.

And Mrs. Gao, who also lost five hundred atrium, was obviously a little unhappy. She cares most about money, and she doesn't care how much a handsome man wants.

"You're right, this person doesn't like it. ”

Feng Siyuan originally wanted to bet on the cloth-clothed man, but was stopped by Du Feng, and now the cloth-clothed man really has to lose. Du Feng didn't bet, it was none of his business to win or lose, he just didn't want Feng Siyuan to gamble at a young age, the game was over and he was about to leave, when suddenly one leg flew over to this side.

That's right, it was one of the legs of the man in the cloth. was thrown out by Futian fiercely, and it was smashed at Du Feng. According to the rules of Rashomon, it is a provocation for a contestant to throw something off the stage. Both of them are peak martial artists in the Condensing Martial Realm, and if Du Feng accepts the challenge, it will be an impromptu life-and-death fight tonight. The bonuses are higher, and people are going to bet wilder.