Heaven-devouring Sword Emperor

The calmness that Loong Che displayed at this moment caused doubt to surface on the faces of the few Elder.    

    

This Zuo Ziyang was a powerful cultivation level. He was one of the top few existences in the entire Southern Xia Martial Palace!    

    

However, even when faced with such an opponent, Loong Che still had a calm expression on his face. This caused the hearts of everyone present to tremble.    

    

"Looks like this kid isn't simple..."    

    

Three Elder who was standing at the side narrowed his eyes and said.    

    

"Hehe, although he doesn't look simple, his cultivation level realm can't be compared with Zuo Ziyang's."    

    

Seven Elder said with a smile.    

    

Obviously, he was more inclined towards Zuo Ziyang. After all, Zuo Ziyang was not someone Sunn Lei could compare with.    

    

"Hehe, seventh brother, although the cultivation level realm can determine a person's combat strength, there are some monstrous geniuses in this world. I don't care what kind of cultivation level you have..."    

    

Eight Elder looked at the lively atmosphere in the arena. In his eyes, there was a hint of anticipation towards Loong Che.    

    

"Humph, with senior disciple Zuo Ziyang's help, I'm afraid Loong Che won't even be able to withstand a single strike!"    

    

More than twenty disciples fixed their eyes on the two of them.    

    

At this moment, Yan Lang, who had been standing at the side without saying a word, walked over and patted the shoulder of the disciple who had just spoken and said.    

    

"Senior disciple Liu Guan, since you think so highly of senior disciple Zuo Ziyang, why don't we make a bet?"    

    

Yan Lang said with great interest.    

    

"Bet? Junior Yan Lang, are you crazy? Don't tell me that you think senior disciple Zuo Ziyang is no match for Loong Che?"    

    

Hearing Yan Lang's words, hearing this, the disciple called Liu Guan immediately looked at him as if he was looking at a fool.    

    

"Hehe, I really think so."    

    

Yan Lang said with a smile, but in his voice, but there was an unquestionable firmness.    

    

"Haha, junior brother Yan Lang. This is what you said. Let's bet. Don't regret it! "    

    

Seeing Yan Lang's serious expression, liu Guan seemed to have seen a business opportunity to make a fortune. He instantly seized this opportunity.    

    

"I bet senior disciple Zuo Ziyang will beat this kid until he pisses his pants in less than five moves!"    

    

Liu Guan had a firm expression.    

    

Then, he shouted out a number.    

    

"500 Profound Pill! Junior brother Yan Lang, place your bet! "    

    

Liu Guan was clearly unwilling to let go of this opportunity to make a fortune.    

    

"Hehe, alright, five hundred it is!"    

    

Yan Lang shouted out the same number at the same time.    

    

"Damn! Junior Yan Lang, I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you an idiot? You actually dare to place such a bet? Do you want to bring me along to play? I also want to bet!"    

    

Upon seeing the two of them betting on such a childish question, a few disciples turned their attention to the question.    

    

"Hehe, let's play together! If I lose, I'll pay you five hundred Profound Pill each!"    

    

A smile appeared on Yan Lang's face, as if he was extremely confident in himself.    

    

"Hehe, if that's the case, I'll bet too! Five hundred Profound Pill!"    

    

"Me too! Count me in!"    

    

"And me..."    

    

All of a sudden, this opportunity to make a fortune attracted almost all of the disciples.    

    

However, aside from them, almost no one believed that Loong Che could win.    

    

Yan Lang didn't take such a huge disparity to heart.    

    

"I don't believe it. What Brother Yun Chiyan told me, can it be fake?!"    

    

At this moment, Yan Lang was caressing a Ring on his palm. On it, a magical symbol flickered.    

    

It was a Sound Transmitting Symbol.