Song Haomin's forehead was so excited that his veins appeared.

Qin Haoxuan was almost amused by their childish verbal fights.

"Why? If you don't agree? If you don't agree, we will fight." Zhang Yu blinked and looked at Song Haomin, "In the past, you didn't have a servant, so we can't fight this kind of life-and-death battle. It's a pity for me for a long time. Now, you have servants, so we can fight."

"Fight one! Let's have another!"

"Fight and fight! Whoever doesn't beat will have his grandson!"

Listening to the sound of cheering around, Qin Haoxuan, who was happy to see the two childish children quarrel, was stunned: "..."

Why did the topic get so fast?

What does it have to do with me?

Zhang Yu looked at Song Haomin with a pale face and leaned over, saying innocently: "Hey, why are you so angry? You are not going to have to compare, right? You kowtow to me in front of all the brothers and give in. You have to lower your head when you see me in the future, and I will let you go. How about it?"

Song Haomin had a slight murderous aura in his eyes: "You want to die."

Qin Haoxuan really didn't know why the situation suddenly turned like this. Wei Yan, who had been huddling beside him, looked at him sympathetically and said, "I can't help you this time. Zhang Yu and Song Haomin are mortal enemies. I heard that Song Xianren once made Zhang Xianren lose face. Zhang Xianren held his energy and wanted to punish Song Xianren."

Qin Haoxuan: "...They have a grudge, fight by themselves, what's the point of asking the servant to do it..."

After hearing Song Haomin's words, Zhang Yu laughed, and then pointed to the servant following him: "You are the only one."

The servant seemed to have long been used to fighting a life-and-death battle, and stood up neatly.

Looking at Zhang Yu's provocative eyes, Song Haomin's face turned cold as frost.

I had been busy practicing before and missed the time to select demon slaves within the sect. Later, because I looked down on the servants sent by the sect, I always wanted to choose them myself, but I confiscated them even if I didn't meet them. Therefore, I never participated in this kind of life-and-death battle between demon slaves.

Until now, this Dazhuang picked up the demon slave for the first time, but he was immediately targeted by someone. Although he didn't care about the life and death of the slave, if the slave loses, he loses his face...

Song Haomin watched Zhang Yu's servant take the initiative to walk into the arena. Listening to the cheers around him and the bets that had already begun to open, he suddenly found that he had to compete at this time, and there was no way out at all.

Turning his head to look at Qin Haoxuan, Song Haomin's face was still cold, but there was a little helplessness in his eyes: "You go."

Qin Haoxuan felt something Song Haomin wanted to say, but when he looked at him, he saw that Song Haomin had turned his head.

Why!

After sighing in his heart, Qin Haoxuan was convinced. He was already very low-key, but he still couldn't escape these fights and killings.

Qin Haoxuan cursed Zhang Yu in his heart while going up the ring.

"This is a life-and-death battle. Win or lose, life and death are fate. Hurry up and bet, buy fixed and buy fixed and buy fixed and live and die!"

Qin Haoxuan glanced at his opponent and saw that the other party was indeed a mortal, but he had a strong bones, tall figure, and fierce appearance. Such a person is indeed outstanding among mortals, but it's a pity that he is not a mortal.

"Betting soon, betting."

Zhang Yu smiled and took out three low-grade spirit stones and bought his servant to win. At the same time, he exaggeratedly said to Song Haomin beside him: "Junior Brother Song, do you also want to buy Aqiang from my family? If you want to buy, buy it, we won't laugh at you."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha." The demon cultivator beside Zhang Yu burst into laughter.

Song Haomin looked at Zhang Yu with a smile on his face, and then pressed a piece of spirit stone in his hand onto his servant.

Dong!

With the sound of drums, the demon cultivators all looked at the stage.

Zhang Yu's servant Aqiang rushed towards Qin Haoxuan quickly, swinging his fists, rustling with wind, and each fist was very powerful!

Qin Haoxuan didn't start moving until A Qiang had approached him. He stared at A Qiang's movements with his eyes. He turned his body slightly and A Qiang's fists all fell. At the same time, his legs bent, and A Qiang's left leg stretched over. With a sudden force, A Qiang's leg bones made a creaking sound!

"ah!"

A Qiang screamed and his body fell down instantly. Qin Haoxuan's bent elbow had already penetrated into the air and hit his temple accurately!

puff!

A Qiang was so big that he flew out like a kite with broken strings!

All this happened too quickly. In just a few moments, before the demon cultivators could react, Qin Haoxuan had already flew up again, rushed to Aqiang who was struggling to get up, picked up a brick from the ground and slapped him on the head.

Bang bang bang bang!

Blood flew out, and A Qiang finally collapsed by being photographed, breathing weakly, and he could no longer get up.

Everyone was stunned by Qin Haoxuan's fierce and fierce behavior!

Not only Zhang Yu, but even Song Haomin was stunned, until the people around him burst into cheers, the stunned people came back to their senses a little.

Song Haomin's mouth smiled, then turned to look at Zhang Yu, who was full of disbelief, and deliberately said, "There is really a kind of servant who has any kind of master. Junior brother, you can't do it. You have to practice, otherwise you will be like your servant."

Zhang Yu's expression became more and more fierce. He clenched his fists and looked at Song Haomin coldly.

Qin Haoxuan saw that the guy in front of him was indeed impossible to get up again, so he threw away the brick in his hand, clapped his hands, walked out of the venue, and came to Song Haomin's side.

Song Haomin counted the spirit stones he had won, picked a piece from it and threw it to Qin Haoxuan, while looking at Zhang Yu squintly: "The defeated general is not leaving yet, are you waiting for me to beat you?"

"It's just luck, come again!" Zhang Yu said, turning his head, but there was no one behind him. He remembered that he only brought one servant when he went out today.

Seeing Zhang Yu's cripple expression, Song Haomin immediately smiled: "Hey, is it a waste? I'm still waiting for your brother."

Zhang Yu turned around with a gloomy face and pointed at Song Haomin: "Wait for me and I will compete tomorrow!"

After saying that, Zhang Yu left with a slightest sleeve.

Song Haomin raised his eyebrows slightly: "Waiting for you, don't be scared tomorrow."

Before he could walk far away, Zhang Yu's back became stiffer when he heard this.

Qin Haoxuan touched the spirit stone in his hand and smiled.

"Okay, I'll give you a face today. I'll give you a half-day vacation." Song Haomin turned to look at Qin Haoxuan with a merciful expression, "But you have to continue to know tomorrow? If you lose, you know the consequences."

Qin Haoxuan twitched the corner of his mouth, bowed to Song Haomin, without any refusal, and left directly.

After leaving the competition venue, Qin Haoxuan came to a very sunny place in the back mountain and began to meditate.

Absorb energy from the sun, absorb spiritual energy from the spirit stones and mountains, and start practicing.

The sun moves westward, and night falls, and the sickle-like moon hangs in the sky.

Recovering from the cultivation, Qin Haoxuan looked at the dry stone in his hand, threw it out casually, and stretched out his body for a while. He wanted to go back immediately, but when he saw the crescent moon in the sky, he suddenly stopped moving.

He leaned lazily against a stone, looked up at the night sky, emptying his mind, and a faint feeling of sorrow and loss arose in his heart.

The depression accumulated from being broken by the Immortal Palace seemed to burst out suddenly. For such a long time, the anxiety of not improving the cultivation level has also spread to my mind.

In this strange place, no matter how good the mentality of self is, I finally feel a little uneasy.

Uncertainty about the future, uncertainty about oneself, uncertainty about when he can restore his cultivation, and when he can really avenge Taichu, suddenly made Qin Haoxuan's mood fall to the bottom, and his depression that had not been seen for many years enveloped him.

"This is my place." Just as Qin Haoxuan was immersed in his sorrow, a cold voice as frost sounded from him, which scared him.

Turning back to look, Qin Haoxuan was surprised to find that the one who stood behind him was the witch who had met once in the servant's house.

"Hey, boy! Why are you stunned? Why don't you give us a place soon?" A more crazier male voice rang out from behind.

Qin Haoxuan also remembered his current identity, stood up quickly from the ground, left the big stone, and retreated to the back.

The witch dressed in a neat slave, with long hair tied behind her. Her eyebrows and eyes were clear but she felt a sense of being unavailable. The pressure from the powerful fairy infant realm was also afraid to look at her.

"You kid are so impatient. Our boss comes here every night. You kid dares to steal her place." Qin Haoxuan stepped back and was pushed by someone.

Turning back, they were all mortals dressed in two servants, one tall and the other short, each with bad expressions.

Qin Haoxuan was also helpless. He never thought that he could finally rest one day and found a good place to practice for a while, but it was still a place that others had occupied.

Qin Haoxuan was also annoyed as he heard the two mortals around him chattering. He glanced over coldly. The two men shivered inexplicably and looked at Qin Haoxuan in surprise and terrifyingly.

They wondered how a man would have a scary aura in his body as a mortal.

Qin Haoxuan doesn’t care about these people. You say it’s your place, so can’t I leave?

Turning around and looking for another spacious and quiet place, Qin Haoxuan sat down and looked at the sky again.

After being interrupted by that woman, Qin Haoxuan took off from his infinite sorrow just now, re-evaluated his beliefs, and told himself not to hurry and come a little bit.

After calming down, Qin Haoxuan's mood became like a pool of well water, without any fluctuations. He looked at the moon in the sky with bright eyes, and he fell into a mysterious state.

"Huh? Brother, look, that mortal is also watching the moon." The tall mortal poked the short man beside him, "The witch is also watching. What do you think they are watching?"

The two of them looked up at the sky. The night was thick and the stars were bleak. There was only a sickle-like moon hanging in the sky.
Chapter completed!