"Three to two. As a result of the blasphemous betting, Lingbo Palace lost, and Xiaoyao City won. From then on, one country, three alliances, six families and eight major sects, Xiaoyao City occupied a place, Lingbo Palace became a subsidiary of Xiaoyao City, and was controlled by the king and the city lord." Life and death. Master Sun, no, Sun Youchang, you too!"
"No!!!" Sun Youchang screamed loudly, looking crazy, "I didn't lose! I won't lose!! What a blasphemous bet, someone must have cheated for Happy City! I don't accept it, I absolutely don't accept this result !"
However, what if he doesn't want to admit it
The moment Yi Xuesong finished speaking, a blue and red light shot up from the soles of Sun Youchang's feet, wrapping around his whole body.
Sun Youchang, who was still shouting just now, convulsed all over his body, then let out a scream, and fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
Yi Xuesong sneered, his face full of sarcasm: "Since the blasphemous VS betting has started, it has been supervised and recognized by the Beast God. Now that you lose, you want to regret it. Do you think the Beast God will allow it?"
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The tragic situation of Sun Youchang further stimulated the disciples of Lingbo Palace.
The only remaining people who still wanted to resist took back their puppets one by one, squatted on the ground in panic, and let the Xiaoyao army tie them tightly.
In the blink of an eye, the once glorious and prosperous Lingbo Palace has become a thing of the past.
All Lingbo Palace disciples became prisoners of Xiaoyao City.
And this battle made everyone present remember the newly built city of "Xiaoyao", and the name "Jun Muyan" that they had never heard of.
It's just that some people couldn't sit still when Xiaoyao City wanted to fully take over the influence of Lingbo Palace.
For example, Ge Tianpeng, the owner of Weiyue Pavilion.
At this time, he was looking greedily at the disciples of Lingbo Palace who were bound and stacked together.
Leaning closer to the ear of the head of the Qiantian Sect, he whispered: "Master Qi, that is Lingbo Hall, one of the eight great sects! Not to mention these disciples with first-class cultivation talents, how many of them are there in their treasury? Genius and treasure, how many secret methods to make puppets, don't you feel tempted at all?"
Qi Menghui, head of Qiantianzong, gave him a mocking look, as if looking at an idiot.
Before the gambling between Lingbo Temple and Xiaoyao City's blasphemy hadn't started.
If there is one person present who believes, Happy City will definitely win.
That is definitely none other than Qian Tianzong.
Qi Menghui still remembers the horrific scene when that seemingly gentle and friendly young man entered Qian Tianzong single-handedly with the body of Elder Wang.
With so many people in Qian Tianzong, facing that young man named Han Ye, they didn't have the slightest strength to fight back.
In the end, he obediently offered most of the treasures in the sect's treasury, and then invited the ancestor away.
Before leaving, Han Ye made it clear that he represented Happy City to demand compensation and mental loss.
From then on, this small newly-emerged Happy City has been included in the blacklist that must never be offended by everyone in Qiantianzong.
When the blasphemy game started, everyone thought that Xiaoyaomen, which had no top players, was doomed.
Only Qi Menghui wanted to sneer.
lose? No top players
Are you dreaming
As long as that young man named Han Ye came out and waved his sleeves casually, he would be able to wipe out the entire Lingbo Palace without leaving anyone behind.
And the facts fully confirmed Qi Menghui's prediction.
The strength of Happy City is so terrifying.
They have an army of one hundred thousand.