Chapter 507 Reward Accumulation

Immediately afterwards, Qi Yue's figure flew upside down like lightning, rolled directly under the battle platform, struggled to get up from the ground, looked at Chu Yan who stood with his hands back on the battle platform, his face was indifferent, and his face was full of blood. It's the color of horror.

what…!

how can that be! ?

Thousands of people in the entire east stand were stunned at the same time, staring blankly at the black figure on the battle platform, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Punch!

Just one punch! Then he defeated Qi Yue of the same rank! This... is too fast!

"How... so strong!?"

On the west stand, Wan Ruorui's complexion changed drastically, her eyebrows twitched slightly, and she was shocked in her heart. Unexpectedly, Chu Yan's strength far exceeded her expectations!

"Hmph! The one who killed Jiedi must be him!"

Compared with Wan Ruorui, who had a gloomy face, Ye Zilin just smiled gracefully when she saw Chu Yan win, which seemed not surprising.

Under the battle stage, Qi Yue's face was ashen, and he was dazed for a long time before he cupped his hands unwillingly and turned to walk towards the stands.

Standing on the battle stage, Chu Yan watched Shen Shengjie receive the 100,000 yuan stone, and waved it to himself with a smile, Chu Yan smiled lightly.

It's really easy to earn this 100,000 shi, with one punch, you can get 100,000 shi.

Moreover, in this battle, Chu Yan is extremely satisfied with the power of "Tian Gang Jin", which is very powerful!

"I am Haotian, and anyone who has a bet with me, just come up!"

Chu Yan glanced across the audience, and his voice was like thunder, blasting the audience.

"I come!"

The voice was still reverberating, and a stream of green robes flew over from the stands and landed steadily in front of Chu Yan.

"At the next peak! At the peak of the seventh level of the True Martial Realm, a disciple of Tiandang Peak, I will bet you about 200,000 yuan!"

The green-robed youth cupped his hands, his face was full of fierceness, and he said solemnly.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's do it!"

Chu Yan shook his head,

replied directly.

"Bashan Chain Fist!"

Wen Fang, the young man in green robe showed a sullen expression on his face, his whole body's true energy soared, and he punched Chu Yan suddenly.

In Chu Yan's fight just now, Ren Feng naturally saw it in his eyes, knowing that Chu Yan was powerful, and he punched with all his strength, without holding back at all.

With one punch, on the battle stage, there was a burst of anger, and as the wind of the fist whistled, the tyrannical and incomparable power attacked Chu Yan like a lion and beast.

bump!

Chu Yan frowned, his face was indifferent, he raised his right hand, and punched out. The colorful flowing fist was like a mountain, instantly smashing the oncoming fist into pieces, and smashed heavily on Ren Feng's chest. .

Swish!

The figure is thrown away, the battle is over!

Also... still end the fight with one punch!

Another strong victory immediately attracted the attention of many disciples in the stands.

"This man is so strong! He actually won with one punch!"

"Terrible, this combat power, any peak, can be ranked among the top 100 of the same level!"

"Awesome, Haotian! It's a very familiar name. It can't be the one who defeated the Golden Lion last time, right?"

"Hundred Battle Battalion!? No wonder it's so powerful!"

"..."

Discussions all around quietly sounded, and as the voice spread, more and more people began to look towards the East Battlefield.

On the battle stage, Chu Yan stood with his hands behind his back, and a young man in a purple robe had already stood opposite Chu Yan...

"Next... ah~~!"

bump!

The purple-robed youth was about to speak, but unexpectedly, a huge fist from the opposite side, shining with a faint colorful brilliance, suddenly struck him, knocking him upside down and flying him out of the battle ring.

"Next!"

Chu Yan retracted his fist, stood up straight, and shouted loudly.

This time, Chu Yan took over a thousand appointments in total, so if he has time to talk nonsense with these people...

Following the purple-robed youth Dongdi, there was a sound of silence in the entire east stand...

This... what's going on! ? Fly another one! ?

This... this is too strong! ?

Everyone looked at Chu Yan with astonishment and disbelief.

This Chu Yan has lost three people in a row in less than ten breaths since he came to power...

Whoosh!

Another figure rushed to the ring and stood in front of Chu Yan. This man was full of muscles, like a human-shaped monster, and he was one of Chu Yan's more than a thousand opponents.

According to the Xuanshi Sacred Sect's battle rules, once the battle is reached, if you don't want to fight, it will be regarded as an automatic surrender, and the bet will belong to the opponent. At the same time, if the winning streak reaches three games, every time you win, 10% of the bet will be withdrawn as a challenge reward.

That is to say, after three consecutive victories, anyone who challenges Chu Yan to win can get 10% of the rewards of Chu Yan's previous accumulated winning games.

And Chu Yan won a total of 500,000 stones in the three battles just now, and the first achievement is 50,000 stones, which is completely an extra gain.

Therefore, even if these disciples who are about to fight against Chu Yan know that Chu Yan is powerful, they must give it a try.

bump!

After three breaths, the figure flew away, and fell heavily onto the stage under countless pairs of shocked gazes.

Next, one after another, the disciples of the seventh heaven of true martial arts came to the stage to challenge Chu Yan, and the further they went, the more people rushed to the stage.

It's a pity that no one can make Chu Yan make a second punch even if he uses his secret skills.

All the challengers have the same result, as long as they see the fists surrounded by colorful streamers flash by, they will definitely be thrown out of the battle arena.

At this time, Chu Yan, who was standing on the platform, had a calm expression on his face, just like "Zhan Wuji" in the top 100 battle of the imperial list, no matter who it was, he was defeated with a single punch.

A battle will never last more than three breaths, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of battles will pass.

At this time, almost half of the eyes in the stands around were attracted to the East Battle Stage.

Dozens of battles, under the Seventh Heaven of True Martial Realm, an invincible existence!

What's even more frightening is that at this time, the winning streak rewards on the Eastern Battle Stage have already accumulated to more than 1.6 million stones...

"Oh my god, this Haotian is terrible.... It's nearly fifty games in a row!"

"That's right, more than 50 matches, and they still defeated the enemy with one move. This strength is probably capable of leapfrog fighting!"

"That's right. In the Xuanshi Sacred Sect, although it is extremely difficult to leapfrog to fight, there are still some people who can do it."

"However, how many battles has this Chu Yan made appointments? Why is there a long queue at the East Battlefield..."

"..."

In the stands, there was a lot of discussion, and everyone looked at the audience on the east side in astonishment. More and more challengers gathered, one by one rushed up the stage with excited faces, and as a result, they rolled off the stage in disgrace...

On the battlefield, the battle continues...

In less than half an hour, Chu Yan had won nearly 20 million yuan stones, and this number is still increasing...

In the stands, as Chu Yan's victories continued to increase, Wan Ruorui's face became darker and darker...

Beside her, Ye Zilin smiled lightly, looking into Chu Yan's eyes, she was full of splendor, and gradually began to lose her mind...

"If you don't have the seventh level of true martial arts, go to the eighth level of true martial arts!"

On the battle stage, Chu Yan waited for a while, and when he saw that no one was on stage, he shouted loudly.

Whoosh!

As soon as the words fell, a young man in white robe jumped onto the battle stage...

"Haotian, I heard that you are a disciple of the Hundred Battles Battalion, and you are exactly the opponent I am looking forward to!"

A young man in white robe, about twenty years old, the white robe on his body is spotless, shiny white, with a cold face and a dignified appearance, giving people the feeling of a rich family.

"That's Hua Yulong, one of the top 100 Tianling Peak..."

"Haha... I heard that this Hua Yulong has a book of high-grade martial arts, and his fighting power is astonishing."

"Nonsense, otherwise, how could you become one of the top 100 Tianling Peak with the strength of the eighth level of true martial arts..."

"Tsk tsk tsk...Genius vs. genius, this is a good show..."

"..."

The appearance of the white-robed youth immediately caused exclamations from the stands. Most of the disciples seemed to know this Hua Yulong.