Chapter 1706: Lively gambling arena

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The viewers below all polished their eyes and came to spirit.
More than two thousand merit, what amount, absolutely gamble,
Everyone wants to see, Ye Chen, who is a dry flying quasi-holy zombie, can't beat the saint zombies.
Many people have taken out the memory spar, and want to print the next picture, nothing to show off.
The host was sitting upright. The board was full. The old eyes were dazzling, visible, and there was a hint of slyness.
This saint-like zombie, but he pressed the ace at the bottom of the box.
Not an ordinary zombie, physically overbearing, arrogant and domineering, with the strength of the hardened steel king, absolutely fierce.
There is no reason for such a zombie to lose an emperor.
That is to say, the merits he lost can be won back, and not only will he win back, but he can also earn more than a thousand more.
Not far away, Zhao Yun had found a comfortable place, embracing both hands, leaning on a pillar, watching with interest.
He glanced at Ye Chen and glanced at the host again.
This war is over, the host may vomit blood.
The perfect saint is not necessarily Ye Chen's opponent, let alone a zombie. There is no suspense in this battle.
"Sage level, it should be very resistant." On the platform, Ye Chen sighed at the mace and rubbed the snow.
Man is a desolate ancient body, without pressure at all. He condenses the gods first, then fuses the holy bones, and has the capital of a leapfrog.
"Hit." The host suddenly got up and ordered suddenly.
After that, I saw that the saint's zombie moved, grasping the secret method, and evolved the magical power on his own.
With one palm of his hand, a sea of ​​blood was pushed out, in which there was a roar of blood dragons, setting off a shocking wave, which would drown Ye Chen.
It was a terrible mystery. The sea of ​​blood was weird, with banning and engulfing power. It was generally used in the realm of emperor and turned to ashes on the spot.
The problem is, Ye Chen is not a general imperial realm.
The zombie shot aggressively, he was also fierce, mace turned into a magic sword, one sword cut out of the fairy river, and split the sea of ​​zombie blood.
The zombie attack came again, and a brooding ray of light was emitted from the eyebrows, aimed specifically at the Yuanshen.
Ye Chen sneered, the nine gods were united in an instant, haunting the thunder, piercing through the void, and destroying the power.
The dim light collided with the gods, and the two collided, a snoring sounded, and a spark of snow sparked, shaking the two of them to Venus.
The zombie ghost light was defeated and shattered by the shrine Shenmang.
However, the zombie had no primordial spirit, and the Shenmang could not harm him, but only shed blood on his brows.
The blood of the zombie was green, and the eyebrows overflowed, but it flowed back instantly, and the wound healed.
This overbearing resilience made the visitors astounded. The saint-level zombies are inherently scary, and their resilience is even more scary.
What is even more shocking is how powerful Ye Chen is. He can crack attacks and gain the upper hand. How strong he should be.
The host was not calm, and once again looked down on Ye Chen.
This level of imperial realm is weird and secret.
For some reason, he suddenly developed a bad hunch, feeling that saint zombies would lose, and he would lose merit.
Thinking of this, he gave the zombie a death order, "No matter what the price is, kill him."
The zombie's aura became stronger in an instant, his body was creeping, pulled up a lot, broke his armor and covered with ghost lines.
His nails became strangely long, with radiant light flickering, many secret methods condense, and went straight to Ye Chen's brows.
"You're a long way off." Ye Chen laughed, her feet were too false, she avoided the finger of the zombie, and immediately walked behind him.
This is a word without saying a word, raising the mallet and smashing.
The zombies were attacked, their head was hit by a blow, almost cracked, blood splattered, but the wound healed, very fast.
Ouch, Ye Chen is intrigued. How scary this stick is, he knows that he hasn't smashed the zombie's head.
The wind came, and the zombies had an extra fight.
It was a sage soldier, full of ghost lines and a gloomy light. He could hear the ghosts mourning, and Zongge buzzed on his own.
The zombie aura became stronger, waved the battle, and came through.
Ye Chen was very uriney, stunned by his sacred body, a smashed zombie stunned, kicked back, stepped on the battle platform behind him.
The zombies had no thought, only knew how to attack, and after stabilizing their body shape, they rushed again, vomiting fire and turning into a sea of ​​fire.
"A lot of it will happen." Ye Chen's mouth slightly tilted, his thoughts moved, summoning the chaos vision and the golden sea of ​​God.
The vision was intertwined with the Sea of ​​God, magnificent, and flooded the sea of ​​fire.
"This ... what is this vision." The people below were surprised.
"What a big vision he repairs."
"Golden blood, he is an ancient body of desolation." The host revealed his astonishment, as if he had recognized Ye Chen's domineering blood.
"Chaos." Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows, showing a strange color. "They are a universe of talented people."
The sound of astonishment and rumbling trembled the mountain.
When I went to see it again, it was discovered that Ye Chen grabbed a leg of the zombie and slammed it on the battle platform severely.
Falling people, Ye Chen's usual style of play, often used in the Yangtze, came to the underworld zombies, the thief also fell.
Look at the zombie again, the flesh cracked and green blood splattered.
He was still thinking about attack, but before a secret method was used, he was thrown away by Ye Chen's beast and smashed on the battle platform.
The hill trembled again, the battle platform broke down, and the scene was chaotic.
The bangs followed one after another, and the lawless scene appeared. The sage zombie was smashed by Ye Chen's beast and fell to the ground again and again without stopping.
This picture is really scary. The big and small ghosts below look straight, and every time Ye Chen falls, their heart beats once. I have never seen such a nature.
The host also twitched his lips, but he had heard the prestige of the desolate ancient Eucharist, but was able to see it with his own eyes, but was surprised.
Xu was too active, and people on the other hills of the gambling arena were also shocked. As the tide gathered, he climbed up the hill.
The number is not small, one by one is filled with the Quartet Xuantian, big ghosts, little ghosts, and ghost kings, with different forms.
When I saw this scene, they were shocked to petrify on the spot.
"This ... who is this guy! Hitting ... a saint zombie?"
"When did the Underworld emerge from such a capable royal realm."
"Is it possible, the one who slaughtered the evil dragon in the Underworld?"
"With a mask, you can't see the true meaning, but the combat power is so distressed, it is clear that the evil dragon slaughtered the evil dragon."
"Ancient Eucharist." I was attracted, and I didn't know the visitor, and there were many Taiwanese hosts, who saw this scene and was shocked.
Can you be the host in the gambling arena, which one is not the general.
As a general, I know more. There is a desolate ancient body in the underworld, known as the emperor, shoulder to shoulder with the emperor.
But they were very surprised that the Emperor had emerged from the underworld, and there was actually a second ancient holy body, and it was unexpected.
The rumbling sound was unknown when it was annihilated, and the war was over.
Ye Chen trimmed her collar and settled her hair.
As for his opponent, the saint zombies, lying in the pit, there were no human figures, and they had fallen into a pile and were maimed.
Quiet, surprisingly quiet, everyone looked at Ye Chen's nagging, just like a monster, he was a demon and arrogant.
"I won, merit." Thousands of silence, even if interrupted by Ye Chen, looked at the host cheerfully.
The host's face twitched, his mouth opened, his face turned dark again.
Did I eat today? With so much luck, I met the ancient ancient body, lost one time, and lost a second time.
Moreover, after losing more than once, adding up before and after, more than 3,000 merit, I have earned a lot of young people.
In his heart, he fancied his two mouths fiercely.
Self-seeking, this is all self-seeking, no complaints.
The previous person was short of money, so he would come again next time, but he was better, but he said that the merit could reach the stone and dragged him back.
Alright! After these two wars, more than three thousand merits were lost.
"Here! Don't make fun of it." The people below cooed.
On weekdays, I do n’t lose this money, but his mother is on fire? It's really nice to see the host lose merit now.
The other hilltop hosts were all grinning.
I do n’t know, I was scared, but I did n’t know that the stakes were so large and such a lot of merit was intimidating.
Many people have secretly remembered Ye Chen. The goods are very fierce. Beware of them, they will be there someday.
Gambling and gambling, betting is who hangs, such a person who is a cow fork, the saint zombies are disabled, who can beat him.
In the spotlight, the host took out his merit book.
It was a tangled face and pain in the face, and that finger fell down, and two thousand merits were gone, and he cried on the spot.
Ye Chen held the merit book and stared at it for a long time.
Looking at the number of nearly five thousand above, I was really excited, and a difference of more than five thousand was enough to improve the merit of the rank.
By then, as long as Xiu Wei is brought up, he can go to the judge to ask for customs clearance, and Chu Ling can be seen.
Thinking of this, he threw the credit book into the air, and the domineering side leaked, "All bets, come, continue."
"Go away." The host uttered a terrifying voice.
Also come, do you have any ethics in your mother-in-law? After so many battles, you just caught Lao Tzu alone and died?
After losing more than 3,000 merits in the two wars, Lao Tzu almost fell to the throne, and after hundreds of years of hard work, you have been stunned.
There is no zombie king in Lao Tzu, otherwise, he must be stunned, cry you, and merit merit you.
Ye Chen coughed, grinned, and collected his merit books.
It's really a bit harsh. If you continue to gamble, the host of the Taiwanese will not be able to protect his position. In general, he will leave some points. Being a man cannot be too real.
As a result, he looked at the hosts on other hills.
At this point, those Taiwanese owners couldn't help but twitch their lips.
I recognize you, don't want to go to my troubles.
It doesn't matter if you lose three to five thousand stones, but you can't lose merit.
This host is a example. You guys don't want to follow in his footsteps, where are you going to stay cool?
Ye Chen's mouth twitched, and a bunch of old guys would guard him like a thief, which felt bad.
Zhao Yun looked at him with a smile, waved his hand, greeted Ye Chen, and motioned for him to leave quickly, otherwise most of them would be beaten.
Ye Chen also noticed that there was a dark wind behind her.