Started from listening to music in the brothel and earned billions of bad people

Meng Fuzi's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which gathered into bean-sized beads and rolled down his pale cheeks. His eyes revealed an unprecedented fear, as if he had seen the end of the world.

This power is too evil, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, which makes people afraid!

Master Meng tightly gripped the Emperor's Pen, constantly changing his strokes, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation. However, no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain. The surging blood-red energy, like a flood bursting through a dam, overwhelmed him, completely submerging him in the blink of an eye.

"Go to hell!"

At the same time, Tan Lan let out a shrill roar. She gripped the long whip tightly in both hands, and a chilling aura emanated from her body. With a fierce swing of the whip, it instantly transformed into a streak of crimson lightning, charging straight towards Master Meng with unstoppable momentum.

The long whip flew through the air at high speed, tearing the air apart wherever it passed, leaving behind a series of shocking, twisted, bloody streaks. Master Meng had no time to dodge. With a crisp "snap" sound, the incredibly sharp whip struck him hard on the chest.

Instantly, Master Meng felt as if a mountain had struck his chest, excruciating pain. His body flew backwards involuntarily, like a kite with a broken string, arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the hard ground.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, splashing onto the surrounding ground, forming scarlet flowers. The Human Emperor Pen, which he had been tightly grasping, now lost its support and slipped from his grasp, rolling to the side.

Tan Lan showed no sign of stopping, steadily advancing towards the fallen Master Meng. She was completely possessed by the terrifying blood-red energy, her eyes glowing crimson, and a single, frantic thought remained in her mind: she must kill the man before her!

Master Meng looked at Tan Lan, who was approaching step by step, his eyes filled with regret. He tried to struggle to get up and say something, but found that all his strength had been drained away.

Tan Lan came up to him, without hesitation or words, and thrust her finger down like a sword. With a dull thud, Meng Fuzi's heart was ripped from his chest.

Then, with a strong squeeze, he crushed the bright red heart! Meng Fuzi's body instantly lost all vitality. A generation of Haoran Dao strongmen fell, leaving behind only a messy arena and the people of the city to witness this tragic fight.

The cruel scene once again plunged the scene into silence.

Fortunately, having learned from the previous experience, the young eunuch reacted much more quickly this time. He quickly ran onto the stage and announced the results.

"In the second match, under the Second Prince, Tan Lan won. Your Highness, the Second Prince, you get another point!"

Similarly, a feather was sent behind Li Xinghu by the eunuch. So far, there were three feathers. He was the person with the most feathers among all the people present!

"For the next match, please ask His Royal Highness the Thirteenth Prince to send his retainers to the stage to challenge!" The young eunuch spoke very quickly. At this moment, only he and Tan Lan were left on the stage, and he was shaking a lot!

As the young eunuch read out, everyone turned their eyes to Li Xingyun, who had a smile on his face.

"Painted Skin, go ahead, don't hold back!" Li Xingyun didn't hesitate at all. The people from the Dusk Society must die!

"Yes!" Huapi saluted with his fists. The next moment, his original body seemed to be hollowed out. He instantly collapsed to the ground and turned into a ball of white smoke.

At this moment, Painted Skin himself appeared on the stage like a ghost and spoke in a sweet voice.

"Little eunuch, do you want to fight with us on the stage?"

Upon hearing this, the young eunuch trembled, turned his head quickly, and stared at the Painted Skin in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

The young eunuch himself had considerable cultivation, but he didn't notice the appearance of Painted Skin at all. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that there was a figure behind him.

"Okay... okay." The young eunuch didn't dare to think too much, and immediately nodded and ran towards the bottom of the ring. The Painted Skin gave him a feeling that was even more terrifying than Tan Lan!

The young eunuch felt that he did not check the almanac before going out. What happened? Each one is more weird than the last!

"Youzhou! Tan Lan!" The blood color on Tan Lan's body had faded at this moment, and he had regained his sanity long ago. He greeted Painted Skin with ease.

"A retainer under the command of the King of Qin! Painted Skin!" After a brief self-introduction, Painted Skin did not rush to take action, but spoke with a smile.

"You'd better use all your strange energy now, otherwise when I make a move, you won't have a chance!"

"Arrogant!" Upon hearing this, Tan Lan felt a nameless anger rising in her heart. She shouted angrily and swung the long whip in her hand towards Painted Skin!

"Then you have no chance!" Seeing that Tan Lan was ungrateful, Huapi slowly put away the smile on his face.

Faced with the fierce and blood-soaked long whip, Painted Skin did not react at all and just watched quietly.

"Then... that... what... was she frightened silly? Why didn't she react?!"

"It's called Painted Skin... That shouldn't be the case. Those who can play are all masters. They shouldn't be scared silly!"

"But...if she wasn't frightened silly, why didn't she react?!"

Seeing that Painted Skin didn't move, the people below the arena began to speculate.

"Haha, Old Thirteen, are you at your wit's end? Why are you sending some woman to the stage to die?" Li Xinghu had forgotten his original unhappy mood when he saw Tan Lan making successive gains. At this moment, he faced Li Xingyun with a sinister smile and sneered.

He suffered the most setbacks at the hands of Li Xingyun and was most displeased with Li Xingyun. As soon as he got the chance, he immediately started to mock him without any hesitation.

"Oh." Li Xingyun looked up at him, said "oh" softly, and then there was no reaction at all. This made Li Xinghu feel like he had punched cotton!

Very frustrating and unhappy!

"Hmph! Old Thirteen, if you don't want that little girl called Painted Skin to die in the ring, just take out 50 million taels of gold, and I will consider letting Tan Lan let her go!" Li Xinghu thought of Li Xingyun's blackmail of the Eighth Prince yesterday, and the gold he had lost, and he suddenly had an idea in his mind.

As for whether Tan Lan would listen to him or not, he had never considered it at all!

"Oh!" Li Xingyun responded indifferently.

"You... humph... don't want to buy your life, then don't blame Second Brother for being ruthless!"

"Oh!"

"Hmph, considering our long-standing brotherhood, if you just admit your mistake to me, I can even give up the gold. How about that?"

"Oh!"

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