Master of Beasts

Standing on the high platform, Henry Zhang smiled faintly, spread his palms, and a surge of suction surged out, taking the spirit crystal placed on the stone pillar into his hand with a snap.

"Mr. Mo Yin, thank you for the gift." Henry Zhang smiled and cupped his hands at Mo Yin.

Mo Yin's complexion remained unchanged, and Xiang wanted to try his best to maintain his composure, but the slightly twitching corners of his mouth had already shown his killing intent.

Is this kid a monster? After playing six games, he didn't even show any sign of fatigue. If he were an ordinary person, his spiritual power would have been squandered by now.

Staring at Henry Zhang with gloomy eyes, Mo Gang under the stage whispered to the members of the hunting group standing next to him, who nodded slightly and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"Can't you afford it?" Henry Zhang smiled indifferently, without thinking, he knew Mo Gang's intentions.

If you only rely on free participation in the war, not to mention seven consecutive victories, even eight consecutive victories and nine consecutive victories may occur, and this situation is obviously not what the Yanhuang Hunting Spirit Group wants to see. In order to end this possibility, The most effective way is to send people directly from the Yanhuang Spirit Hunting Group to beat down the people on the stage.

"The eighth game, does anyone want to challenge?" Mo Yin stared at Henry Zhang, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, as if he had foreseen what would happen next.

"Clang!"

Mo Yin's voice fell, and there was a crisp sound of metal hitting the ground, and on the high platform, a golden wing slanted into the stone platform, and on the back of that golden figure, a young man , looking at Henry Zhang with an indifferent expression.

"It's Song Qing. His chief spirit beast, the Spirit Wing Carving, is a rare gold-type spirit beast. It is said that it has reached the seventh-level middle censor level."

Off the field, someone couldn't help but gasp in amazement, causing everyone's eyes to flicker.

Gold-type spirit beasts, compared to other types, have extremely terrifying attack power and defense power, and their bodies are as hard as metal, which is extremely hard.

Seeing the spirit wing eagle slowly floating in the air, Yue Ningyi's eyes showed a trace of worry. Henry Zhang's purple flame demon fox is strong, but Song Qing's spirit wing eagle is not weak either.

"Gold type." Henry Zhang sighed softly in his heart, it was indeed the right decision to come to the Black Scale Arena, not only saw the rare snow type spirit beasts, even the gold type spirit beasts began to appear.

"Are you from the Yanhuang Hunting Spirit Group?" Henry Zhang raised his eyes slightly, looked at Song Qing with an indifferent face, and smiled.

"What is the Yanhuang Hunting Spirit Group? I don't know. I came here just to kill you and get a sum of gold coins." Song Qing's eyes flickered slightly, and then he shook his head, his voice extremely cold.

"Tsk tsk, this explanation doesn't work at all." The corners of Henry Zhang's mouth twitched slightly, the spirit hunters in Blackscale Town, who didn't know the Yanhuang spirit hunting group, Song Qing's intention to cover up, obviously exposed something more.

"Are you coming up to talk or fight." Mo Yin glanced coldly at Henry Zhang after seeing that the bet below was completed.

"I want to know what the odds are." Henry Zhang shrugged innocently and asked with a smile.

"One to seven." Mo Yin sneered.

Obviously, at this time, few people are optimistic about Henry Zhang, whether he can survive on this stage is still a question mark.

"So few." Henry Zhang shook his head in disappointment, and immediately took out another gold coin card from the space boundary stone, and shot it at Mo Yin: "Thirty thousand gold coins."

"You want to bet on yourself to lose? Sorry, contestants are not allowed to participate in the betting. What if you lose on purpose." Mo Yin waved his hand exaggeratedly, causing many spirit hunters in the audience to burst into laughter.

"I bet I win." Henry Zhang smiled lightly.

Hearing this, Mo Yin glanced at Henry Zhang strangely, and then couldn't help laughing out loud, he heard it right, a fifth-level spirit warrior, against a seventh-level spirit warrior, dare to bet on himself to win?

"Glamorous." Mo Gang in the audience narrowed his eyes in disdain.

"Okay, okay, since this is the case, then I will make an exception, thank you for the gold coins you gave us.

"Mo Yin said two good words in a row, but that expression was full of yin and yang.

"The idea of ​​delaying time is a good idea, but even if your spiritual power returns to its peak, there is no possibility of defeating me." Song Qing's eyes flashed a cold light that no one noticed.

"Crazy!"

At the same time, the Lingying Eagle fluttered its wings, and rushed out suddenly, its chest was three feet high on the ground, its gleaming golden wings, like sharp blades, swung open, and slashed fiercely at Chi Yan.

Spreading his claws, hot flames surged upwards, and Chi Yan's body suddenly half stood up, colliding with the flying spirit wing carving.

"Clang!"

Dazzling sparks splashed, and under the blessing of speed, the spirit wing carving had reached its peak strength. Chi Yan's claws had just clasped its wings, and when it shot backwards, the sharp claws drew a few clear lines on the stone platform. Mark of.

The fighting spirit rose in the purple eyes, and at the moment when he was about to push out of the high platform, three purple streamers surrounded Chi Yan's body, and its power soared in an instant. When the edge is reached, it is impossible to store any more.

Looking at Chi Yan in front of him, the pupils of the Lingwing Eagle were icy cold, and his sharp claws raised, tearing towards Chi Yan's abdomen.

"Woo!"

Chi Yan raised his tail and became as sharp as a knife. He collided with the Lingwing Eagle. The huge force made it unstable and almost fell down.

With a little force on the claws, Chi Yan's body spun in mid-air, across the back of the Lingwing Eagle, and landed firmly on the stone platform.

Seeing the target disappear, the Spirit Wing Eagle screamed angrily, and just when it was about to turn around, a whirlwind of flames suddenly threw its body into the air.

"Crack!"

With force on the soles of Chi Yan's feet, he leaped high, and with sharp claws like blades, he drew several small cracks on the back of the Lingwing Eagle.

"Very good!" Song Qing laughed back angrily. Chi Yan's reaction speed was beyond his imagination. It took only a few breaths for the Lingwing Eagle to attack and get injured. When he saw the crack on its back, Song Qing There was a touch of murderous intent in the voice.

"Spirit Wing Eagle, fly up and kill this Firefox in mid-air!"

Hearing Song Qing's instructions, the Lingyi Eagle moved and rushed to the sky. Chiyan's claws swept across its belly, almost ripping it open.

Hovering in the mid-air for a week, the Lingying Eagle's icy gaze locked onto Chi Yan, and with a wave of its wings, several golden and iron-like feathers separated, and immediately flew down with fierce vigor.

"Clang!"

Chi Yan's body dodged to avoid those few golden feathers, but then, more feathers fell like rain, and in an instant, the entire high platform was covered with erected sharp feather blades.

"See how you hide." Song Qing saw that the feather blade had blocked Chi Yan's retreat, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was very serious: "Spirit Wing Eagle, give it the last blow and shoot it into a sieve."

The Spirit Wing Eagle let out a happy cry, and several sharp feather blades condensed in front of its body while spinning, overflowing with sharp luster, locking Chi Yan tightly.

"Hmph." There was a sneer on Mo Yin's face.

"Are you so sure that I can't hit your Spirit Wing Eagle?"

At this time, Henry Zhang's faint laughter suddenly sounded slowly.