But the man stopped Yan Qingyu behind him and asked her to sit on the highest platform beside the ring to ensure that everyone could see her and that ordinary people could not touch her.

Yan Qingyu sat quietly on the high ground and watched the duel below, watching with relish.

Almost everyone's eyes were looking at the duel below, only one person looked at Yan Qingyu's gaze with relish, and found that this woman was completely different from what she imagined. As a bet, she was not afraid at all. Instead, she looked at the bloody scene in front of her with relish.

"Interesting!" The man curled his lips faintly, and slowly drank the folding fan in his hand, gently tapping his palm.

"Young master, do you want your subordinates to bring her over?" Someone next to the man spoke immediately.

“No need!”

Yan Qingyu suddenly felt a strange gaze. She subconsciously turned her head, but there were too many people present, and she could not determine where the hot gaze came from.

For a moment, she felt like she was being targeted by a thunder beast.

The people fighting off the stage fell one by one. It was a big fight. After a while, there were only two men standing on the stage. One was a tall short-haired man with a giant sword in his hand, which looked like he was extremely powerful.

Opposite this tall man was a slim scholar in green.

Although he was dressed as a scholar, he did not give in to the blood in front of him, but instead lived to the end. The scholar was holding a folding fan in his hand, and a sharp cold light shining at the top, which was a hidden weapon fan that had been smeared with poison.

The two stared at each other, their eyes full of cruelty.

Yan Qingyu quietly looked at the scene in front of her. She guessed that the scholar lost all the men. The scholar seemed to be able to use hidden weapons and had good physical skills, but when facing a man with great strength, he wanted to fight head-on. Isn’t this seeking death?

The only way to defeat martial arts in the world is to be fast. Even if the power is extremely strong, as long as you are fast enough, you can still kill the enemy.

However, this scholarly man gave up his speed and planned to fight against each other head-on, but he did not know that he had given up his strengths and handed over his life to the other party.

In the end, Yan Qingyu, without any surprises, the man carrying the giant sword let out an excited roar, smashed the scholar down the ring with one sword, then happily raised his hands, raised his head like a beast, and cheered vigorously.

The onlookers also cheered, and the cheering sound almost broke through the roof of the underground gambling arena.

The man who became the winner turned around slowly, looked up and quietly, Yan Qingyu sitting at the top, pointed at Yan Qingyu and said word by word: "You are my brother."

Yan Qingyu slowly stood up, and a cold and evil smile appeared on her face: "My man must be a strong man. Do you think you are strong enough?"

"Hahaha... I am the last one to live. Do you think I am strong enough?" The man carrying the giant sword inserted the sword in his hand heavily into the ring, and then walked towards Yan Qingyu step by step.

Yan Qingyu reached out and touched her neck. The iron chain on her neck fell to the ground. She pulled her hands hard, and the powerful internal force directly broke the iron chain in her hand. When the man walked over, she flew over and kicked her heavily.

The man did not expect Yan Qingyu to take action, and was kicked hard and retreated. Yan Qingyu in front of him jumped over the man's head like a dancing butterfly, slowly landing on the ground, picking up a sword used by the loser.

Holding a handkerchief and gently wiping the blood on the sword, Yan Qingyu's mouth was covered with blood: "If you want me, come!"

The man looked at Yan Qingyu in amazement. He had seen too many delicate and artificial women. After touching them gently, he cried constantly. He had never seen such a stunning and harsh slave.

The man couldn't help but reach out to Yan Qingyu, but Yan Qingyu flashed softly, and brushed sideways at an extremely fast speed. The sword in his hand slashed hard at the man's wrist.

Blood splashed everywhere.

The wrist fell to the ground.

The viewers around them looked at the scene in front of them in shock, all of them were stunned, and they couldn't even send a word out.

The man's body fell to the ground with a thud. Only then did people see Yan Qingyu standing there with a cold face on her face, lying on the ground with her back facing down, and a sword was inserted into the vest on the back.

He was killed by a sword.

The audience could not react at all to what happened, and only saw the afterimage flashing by, and then, the final winner died?

And, is it dead at the hands of a woman?

What's going on?

Almost everyone did the same thing at the same time, that was to reach out and rub their eyes, thinking they had read it wrong.

However, that's right.

"Come, give her to me..." Seeing this, the man who captured Yan Qingyu immediately sent someone to subdue her, but Yan Qingyu's movements were faster and came out like a ghost behind the man. The man was startled, "What are you...what are you going to do?"

"Of course it's a game!" Yan Qingyu curled her lips, stretched out her bright red tongue, and licked her dry lips, "To be honest, this betting fight is really great to my appetite. Listen, you..."

Yan Qingyu said something in the man's ear. The man was kicked onto the stage in surprise. He cleared his throat, "This gambling venue will be held for the second competition. Those who want her will defeat her. Who dares to come up and challenge?"

When the man's words fell, there was silence.

Who dares such a cruel woman?

"I'll do it!" At this time, a man walked out. His figure was thinner than that of the man who had just been killed by Yan Qingyu. He was wearing soft armor, and seemed to be a person who lived in battle all year round.

He is a master.

Yan Qingyu could not see any lust or obscene from this man's eyes, but instead a fighting spirit from the strong. This man didn't want her, but wanted to compete with her sincerely.

Yan Qingyu likes this place very much and likes this ghost domain.

This rough and straightforward lifestyle is so pleasing to her.

No wonder Si Yucheng has such a domineering personality, because the rule of life here is: nothing can’t be solved by fighting. If there is, then fight and kill the other party.

The man in front of me is very strong.

Yan Qingyu smiled slightly, "Can I ask me to change my clothes? This clothes don't seem to be suitable for duels!"

"Please!" The man stood on the stage with his hands on his chest, waiting quietly.

Yan Qingyu changed into suitable clothes after a stick of incense. She walked to the ring to pick up a spear. She was more suitable for using a gun than a sword.

I put it in my hand and tried the weight. Although it was light, it was still possible.

The red tassel spear drew a curve in the air, and Yan Qingyu stretched out her hand, "Your Excellency, please!"

"I'm rude!"

The man bowed his hand very politely, then pulled the knife behind his back and slashed at Yan Qingyu with a knife. Yan Qingyu lay on his side, and picked the man's sword away from the spearhead. Her figure rotated very quickly, and a red tassel gun drew a very neat curve in the air, forcing the man to step back step by step.

Men dare not despise them at all.

He held the knife to block Yan Qingyu's series of attacks, then used force in his hands, waved the knife with both hands, and bared Yan Qingyu's spearhead.

Found a flaw, and when the man approached, he saw Yan Qingyu curling his lips and sneering.

The tilted body turned around and the spear head was just against the man's throat.

"Okay!" The handsome man slowly stood up, clapping his hands.

Yan Qingyu turned her head.

"Awu, come back!" said the handsome man gently, and the man who asked Awu to put away his knife and walked to the handsome man with an embarrassing expression. The man came to Yan Qingyu and bowed gently, "Miss, I admire him!"

Yan Qingyu put away her spear and frowned slightly: "Who are you? Want to challenge me?"

"No, I am not interested in fighting and killing, but I just want to get to know the lady. In Xia Siying, may I ask about the lady's name?"

Unable to feel malice from this man, Yan Qingyu said lightly, "My name is Wuming!"

Si Jing smiled, Wuming...Is this a pseudonym?

It seems that it is a mysterious little thing.

Yan Qingyu looked at the man in front of her and saw him holding the slave trader with a shocked look on his face when Si Jing suddenly asked, "Don't you know me?"

"Your name is Si Ying, you just said it." Yan Qingyu turned around, looking strange.

Si Ying's expression immediately became playful, "Do you know that the surname of the Lord is Si?"

Yan Qingyu was stunned for a moment.

"But you are not a ghost king. There are so many people with the surname Si. It is impossible for everyone with the surname Si to be the emperor, right?"

"Oh? Why am I not a ghost?"

Yan Qingyu looked puzzled: "Didn't you say your name is Si Ying? Your name is Si Yucheng, and your name is different. Do you think I'm stupid?"

Si Ying rushed forward and grabbed Yan Qingyu's arm, her eyes becoming extremely cold, "Who are you? How could you know the true name of the Lord? Could it be that you are a spy?"

"open!"

The man is a little strong, which makes good wrists a little uncomfortable.

"Tell me, who are you? What is the purpose of coming to my ghost realm? You..."

"Let her go!" Suddenly, a voice that was even colder than Han Bing sounded. Si Ying felt the murderous intent behind him. He subconsciously flashed and saw a black robe passing by.

Yan Qingyu was held in her arms.

Si Yucheng looked down at the undeleted chain on her wrist, and his eyes suddenly burst into bloody storm. Her dark green eyes looked around, making her look even more cruel than a wolf.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Jun...Jun?" People don't know who the man with dark green pupils in front of them is. Who else is besides the ghost-faced black-clothed man?

And Lord Ghost Star, one of the Eight Shadows, is also there.

People all knelt down and touched the ground with their heads, and their fearful souls scattered.

How could you come to such a place?

"I want to know why she is here?" Si Yucheng looked around and his voice was cold.

Si Ying looked at the woman who was held in Si Yucheng's arms and couldn't see clearly. After a while, she said, "She is a slave here..."

Before Si Ying finished speaking, the weapons on the ground were reflected on Si Xing as if they were controlled. The man named A Wu immediately stepped forward to rescue him, but could only use his body to protect the master behind him.

"Slave?" Si Yucheng was really angry when he heard this word. Who dared to make her a slave now?

"Yes...yes...this is a slave that I bought." The slave trader was frightened, but he did not forget to seek credit. If the king fell in love with this slave, he would definitely get endless wealth afterwards.

Death for money is about people like him.

However, who dares to do such a business with low eyelids in Si Yucheng, who is not determined to die for money?

Si Yucheng stared at the man for a long time and didn't say anything. The man didn't know what was going on. He raised his head and met a pair of dark green eyes like monsters, which scared him to lower his head.
Chapter completed!