Chapter 682: Gambling

This Flowing Flame Armor came from Yutao City.

Yutao City is a nine-level city, and there are nine-level powerhouses in the city.

The reason why Yutao City was destroyed was that it was destroyed by the prehistoric level war puppet powerhouse.

Eighteen Tianhuang-level battle armors that existed beyond the ninth level, that is, holy-level armor masters, fought against a prehistoric-level battle puppet.

With the help of the 100,000 troops in Yutao City, the eighteen holy armor masters all fell, leaving behind the arm of the prehistoric war puppet.

Han Muye carefully watched the picture in his mind, not letting go of a small detail.

again and again.

"Battle gun!"

He whispered softly.

Even with a broken arm, Hong Huang Zhan Puppet had defeated the army of Yutao City and beheaded eighteen holy armor masters, so he shouldn't have left without taking his own arm.

The most important reason is that the puppet with the broken arm felt threatened.

This prehistoric war puppet came to Yutao City for the long spear forged in the veins of fire.

"The refiner of the battle gun, or the owner behind it."

The pictures are constantly interlaced, and finally freeze in a verdant sky.

Above the sky, there is a blurry phantom.

The prehistoric war puppet who lost one arm just glanced at the sky, then turned and left.

The light and shadow on the sky changed, and the entire jade pottery city was wrapped by a formation, and then moved into the void.

The remaining people in the city all fell within a hundred years.

When Yutao City reappeared, it was already a dead city.

When those people who escaped from the city returned to Yutao City, what they saw were ruins and traces of the chaotic war.

Many relics of some big family houses in those days have been discovered.

This pair of Flowing Flame Armor was also taken out of Yutao City at that time.

Han Muye opened his palm, and a piece of golden nail flashed with golden light, as if it was about to turn into a flowing liquid.

This is the piece of armor on Honghuang Zhanguo's arm, a gift from He Yangsun's mother in the He family.

Even the slightest amount of materials used in the refining of prehistoric battle puppets are treasures that are hard to find in the world.

From Han Muye's perception, the value of this piece of armor in his hand has greatly surpassed the armor piece He Yangsun gave him.

A set of level nine battle armor is not comparable to a piece of armor of a prehistoric level war puppet.

This is the value of high-level armor and war puppets.

There are many ordinary treasures in the world, but those of the prehistoric level are hard to find.

In today's galaxy universe, the prehistoric level is the god level, the top existence.

As for the legendary cosmic grade, it is unknown how many years ago the legend was.

Most of the memories in this piece of armor are about the refining process, not much about the battle.

After all, it is just a piece of armor, and it is impossible to contain too many memories.

Relatively speaking, it is still the Liuyan Armor won from Qi Mingsheng, which contains more memories about Yutao City.

"If the Primordial Battle Puppet's arm can be refined by God Slayer's Battle Puppet, then its combat power will be greatly enhanced." The golden beads transformed by Chaos flew onto Han Muye's shoulder, and he spoke softly.

"Not bad, not bad. Many war puppets and station armors in the galaxy universe were stitched together like this back then."

"They are on the battlefield and don't need supplies at all."

The golden bird also spoke.

As long as they are parts, they can be spliced ​​together.

This has led to many war puppets and battle armors having a strong position in certain parts, while some parts are extremely ordinary.

There are very few truly balanced battle armors and war puppets on the battlefield.

Only those who are really strong can continuously optimize their battle armor and war puppets.

"Back then, Wuzhiqi's soul was refined into the war puppet and turned into a god-slaying war puppet. This method is the inheritance of the galaxy universe, right?" Han Muye asked curiously.

The golden bird nodded, flapping its wings.

After studying the war puppet and armor, flames rose from Han Muye's fingertips.

The battle armor he was wearing was of the prehistoric level.

Now, with an understanding of the inheritance of the galaxy and the universe, he began to transform his armor.

The prehistoric battle armor on his body is fused with the body of Kui Niu, possessing the supernatural power of Kui Niu.

There is also the power of the battle formation that suppresses the body of the dragon crocodile, which is an aggregation of blood-fiend power that is hard to find in the world.

With such battle formation strength, he can display the strongest state of his own blood evil power.

It's a pity that his current physical strength is still unable to exert all the power of the dragon crocodile, otherwise, with the physical strength of the dragon crocodile alone, he can become an existence that crushes the prehistoric battle puppet armor.

Back then, many Honghuang-level war puppets and battle armors surrounded and killed Honghuang Dragon Crocodile.

Taking off the black battle armor, bloody power surged from Han Muye's body.

His eyes fell on the battle armor, he raised his hand, and streaks of cyan glare swam around.

This is combined with the method of refining armor that is currently circulated in the galaxy universe, and began to repair this set of prehistoric armor.

From Han Muye's point of view, this armor still has a lot of room for improvement.

For example, the supernatural power of Kui Niu can actually be reassembled and even evolved.

After the battle armor was covered with cyan streaks, there was a staggering of lightning power on it.

This is because Kui Niu's supernatural power is blessed and guided, and it is too powerful to be suppressed.

When Han Muye put on the Great Desolation Battle Armor, the blood-colored illusory armor enveloped it, and the power of the blood-fiend formation covered the thunder.

"Your current combat power, in the prehistoric era, was able to compete with the beasts of the wild."

"If you can fully mobilize your physical body and add the power of this battle armor, tsk tsk..." The golden bird's wings began to flutter and chirp.

Han Muye knew that his strength was strong enough now, and he could barely compete with those prehistoric powerhouses.

But he also knew that his control over power was still not enough.

There are too few means.

Don't look at swordsmanship, supernatural powers, etc., in fact, they don't do much harm to the prehistoric level of power.

Even those strong among the immortals are not afraid of such methods.

Above Immortal Venerable, in addition to pure power, is the control of the power of the original rules.

Han Muye has more rules in his hands than most immortals.

But his opponents are not those ordinary immortals.

If he wants to promote the amount of calamity, he will eventually face those powerful immortals on the Zhoutian battlefield, and fight against those powerful immortals who don't know how many calamities they have lived.

In front of such a strong man, his means are not enough.

So now Han Muye has been looking for his own tactics, his own strength.

The power of Taoist rules turned into a circle of light, shrouding his body.

The moment the power of rules emerges, he can feel the retreat of the power of the universe.

The way of heaven in the galaxy universe has long been suppressed, and has no consciousness of its own, so it can only express favor or fear instinctively.

For the power of rules, Fang Tiandao is powerless.

That is to say, at the holy level, one can transcend the jurisdiction of heaven in this world and live forever.

If you look at it this way, the strong in the galaxy universe should not all fall as the power of the world fades.

Perhaps, there are also those hiding in a corner, like those strong men hiding on the Zhoutian battlefield in the prehistoric universe.

For three days, Han Muye didn't step out of the inn room, he was all practicing.

It wasn't until the day when the gambling battle between the Zheng family and the Cao family in Yuyang City started that he walked out of the room and went out of the city with He Yangsun.

The place of gambling is just outside the city's mine veins.

A hundred miles out of the city, before a blue-gray mountain range, Han Muye saw a group of people waiting.

The head of the Zheng family, Zheng Changtian, and the great elder, Zheng Sheng, were all sitting on their horned horses.

There are also many armor masters and puppet masters of the Zheng family, some guard practitioners, and the younger generations follow.

Seeing Han Muye and He Yangsun arriving surrounded by caravan guards, everyone in the Zheng family showed joy.

Zheng Changkong cupped his hands towards Han Muye in surprise.

Han Muye wanted to remind him about the 110,000 origin coins he owed, but after thinking about it, he had to wait until after the fight.

After all, it's a bit unreasonable to ask for an account at this time.

A female cultivator riding a fiery red long-horned horse looked at He Yangsun, her face flushed slightly.

That is He Yangsun's fiancée, Zheng Yuyan, the granddaughter of Zheng Changtian, the head of the Zheng family.

"boom--"

In the distance, the brigade's men and horses came rushing forward, one after another war puppets ran, and the sound of roaring shook.

People from the Cao family in Yuyang City!

There is a one-horned wolf in the lead, and on it sits a gray-haired old man in black half armor.

In the rear, nearly a hundred practitioners of different shapes and sizes were dignified.

There are also war puppets, all of which are cold and magnificent.

"Zheng Sheng, is it worthwhile for your Zheng family to fight with great fanfare for this source stone vein?" the old man riding on the back of the one-horned wolf shouted.

"Hmph, Cao Tie, if you didn't want this source stone deposit, you wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to come here, would you?"

Zheng Sheng sneered.

This mine itself should belong to the Zheng family, after all, it is just outside Fenglin City.

It's also the fault of the Zheng family's carelessness. They didn't expect the Cao family to cheat them out of such a large mineral reserve.

Afterwards, the two fought each other, trying to get each other out.

The Cao family is mainly far away, which is a bit of a disadvantage.

In today's gambling fight, the Cao family proposed that if the Cao family loses, they will give up the mine.

"Haha, since that's the case, then you and my family have nothing to say." Cao Tie laughed, and then glanced at the people around Zheng Sheng.

He is a sixth-level puppet master, except for Zheng Sheng, no one can surpass him.

Except for Han Muye's strange aura, everyone else was a puppet master or armor master below level six.

Zheng Sheng also looked at the other party, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

The other party did not surpass his existence.

"Cao Tie, how about this first match, where you and I fight against each other?" Zheng Sheng asked loudly, inviting the fight directly.

His words made Cao Tie's expression change slightly.

He wanted to fight Zheng Sheng, but not now.

"Follow the rules, first let the elites of the lowest-ranking descendants of the clan fight a battle, and see which of the two families is stronger."

As Cao Tie said, he waved his hand.

Behind him, a young man with a saber in his hand rode forward.

"I'm Cao Jun from the Cao family, a first-class armor master." He swung a long knife in his hand, and his body was covered with black armor.

There were streaks of glare on the battle armor, as if it was about to show through three inches away.

This is an incomparable match between the power of the battle armor and the strength of the flesh and blood, and it is a sign that the strongest power of the battle armor can be exerted.

Such a first-level armor master is definitely the top figure among the armor masters.

Cao Jun glanced at those first-level armor masters and puppet masters of the Zheng family, watching them bow their heads with smiles on their faces.

At the same level, he is confident that few people can be his opponents.

At least none of the same class as the Zheng family in front of me could catch my eye.

Zheng Sheng coughed lightly, then turned to look at He Yangsun.

He Yangsun nodded, steered the two-horned horse forward, and then cupped his hands.

"He's in Xiata City, He Yangsun."

"The Imperial Armor Master and Imperial Puppet Master have not yet been certified."

Tacheng, He's family?

Cao Jun frowned.

And there is still no certification of the existence of the armor master and the puppet master.

Such a person is here to die?

The Zheng family knew that they would lose, so they gave up this game?

"This is the son-in-law of my Cao family, the fiancé-in-law of the old man's granddaughter Zheng Yuyan." Behind the Zheng family, Zheng Changtian spoke loudly.

Hearing his words, Zheng Yuyan's face became even more blushing.

Although He Yangsun's surname is not Zheng, this relationship obviously belongs to the relatives of Zheng's family.

Cao Jun turned his head and saw his Patriarch nodded, with a smile on his face, and raised the long knife in his hand. In an instant, battle armor appeared on his head and face, covering it all.

The black battle armor covered his body, and the sword in his hand revealed a glimmer of blue light.

He turned his head and glanced at Zheng Yuyan, who was in the Zheng family's team, with a sneer on his face covered by his battle armor.

Wait a minute, let you cry!

"kill--"

Cao Jun's voice rushed out at the same time as his figure.

The speed is so fast that there is only one afterimage.

This speed has already surpassed the first-level Armor Master of the same level.

Among the Zheng family's team, those first-level armor masters all looked pale.

If I met this person myself, I'm afraid it would be difficult to resist even a single blow, right?

Zheng Yuyan clenched her fists nervously, looking at He Yangsun who was sitting on a two-horned horse.

He Yangsun, should he be able to withstand this blow?

From behind, Han Muye watched Cao Jun of the Cao family make a move with a calm expression on his face.

The battle armor is more of a strength type, and he insists on using speed. This kind of means is not only talent, but also skillful manipulation.

Indeed, for the same level, this method is not bad.

In addition, this battle armor is extraordinary, which is very suitable for his strength, and the imperial envoy can really sweep the same level when he controls it.

But, is He Yangsun the same rank?

With the battle puppet training of God Slayer, and the battle puppet and battle armor refined by Han Muye, He Yangsun's combat power can be resisted at the first level?

Level 2 is impossible!

In front of him, He Yangsun, who was sitting on the horse, looked indifferent, and the battle armor appeared on his body, only the palms and arms were covered with silver, and the rest were just illusions.

This is saving the power of the armor.

This is also a contempt for the opponent, and it is also a confidence in one's own combat power.

There is no need for a battle armor to cover the whole body, as long as the sword in hand is supported by the power of the battle armor, it is enough.

Just like those practitioners who have not become puppet masters and armor masters, among them, those who are extremely talented can fight against puppet masters and armor masters of the same level.

Such people are rare in the world.

"when--"

The two long knives collided, and Cao Jun let out a long laugh.

His battle armor is powerful, with the help of the power of the battle armor, he can smash ten feet of rocks with one knife.

Such a knife, the opponent is still sitting on the horse, how can it be blocked?

"Om—"

The blade of He Yangsun's long knife kept vibrating, and was slowly retracted.

When the blade closes, the blade shines brightly.

His arm was extremely steady, leading the opponent's knife back slowly.

one foot.

two feet.

The blade stopped a foot in front of him.

The strength of Cao Jun's saber was reduced, not a single bit left!

Such a defensive method made the eyes of all the people watching the battle brighten up.

Whether it is a puppet master or an armor master, it is good to have strong combat power, but it is also rare to have a strong defense.

Only the defense is strong enough to live long.

Not all battles in the practice world are such gambling fights.

If there is no attack, if the defense is not enough, you will die.

"Om—"

Cao Jun drew back the long saber, but found that it was caught by He Yangsun's blade and could not be drawn back at all.

There was a trace of horror in his eyes, but in the next moment, he clapped the palm with his empty left hand.

In the palm of the hand, a ball of blue glare exploded, turning into a roaring blue wolf, and swallowed it in one gulp towards He Yangsun.

So close, such a sudden blow, how to block it?

Around, there was a sound of exclamation.

Only Han Muye looked indifferent.

He Yangsun's battle armor and war puppet are equipped with two swords.

When God Slayer War Puppet trained him, he also fought with two knives.

"when--"

A long knife cut out from the left.

The long knife slashed at Cao Jun's palm, and collided with the blue and black armored palm.

Cao Jun trembled all over, and retreated uncontrollably.

He loosened the palm of his right hand, and his long knife was taken away by the opponent.

But in two rounds, the long knife fell into the opponent's hands!

Seeing He Yangsun throwing his long knife aside, Cao Jun gritted his teeth, and his eyes behind the battle armor showed killing intent.

"drink--"

With a loud shout, he flew up and punched He Yangsun in the chest.

For the Imperial Armor Master, it doesn't matter whether they have weapons or not.

Their battle armor, their fists, are their best weapons!

"kill--"

On the fist, there is a golden streamer, interlaced with the original blue-black armor, making it even more powerful.

He Yangsun didn't wait for the punch to come, his figure had already moved, and he flew up to the head of the horse.

He had two knives in his hands, and with a slight movement of his figure, he disappeared in the same place.

speed.

For him, he already knows the characteristics of his armor, and also understands his biggest advantage when fighting against others.

Replaces all other attributes with unmatched speed.

When his figure disappeared in the same place, in the eyes of the people around him, there was a cyan phantom in front of him.

The phantom was too light, with a silvery white light and two golden halo threads.

The halo threads are actually his twin sabers.

It was so fast that in the eyes of outsiders, the two knives turned into silk threads.

"What a speed!" Someone in the Cao family's team shouted.

"How is it possible that this son has not yet been certified as an Armor Master!" Someone said with a sullen face.

The people from the Zheng family across the street all had smiles on their faces.

Zheng Yuyan smiled even more, and sat up slightly, trying to see more clearly.

It's a pity that He Yangsun's speed is really too fast, without a third-level Armor Master or above, he can't see through it at all.

"when--"

The long knife collided with Cao Jun's fist.

It's not hitting, it's rubbing.

It was not as powerful as Cao Jun had imagined on the knife, hitting hard with his fist.

That was an understatement, a light touch.

"when--"

The second knife had already slashed at Cao Jun's chest.

Just a faint white mark.

The power on this blade is simply too weak.

"Haha—" Cao Juan laughed, turned around and punched him down.

Naturally, he punched nothing again.

But he has nothing to fear.

The opponent sacrificed strength in exchange for speed.

It's a pity that he came from a small family. He didn't know that there is no absolute power, no absolute attack power, and light has speed, so it is useless.

Those who watched the battle around also noticed this, some frowned, some whispered.

But what they couldn't see was that the long knife in He Yangsun's hand was slashing down too fast, forming silk threads around Cao Jun.

The thin lines of knife light flow. In an instant, tens of thousands of paths converged into one knife.

"Boom—"

There was a loud bang.

Cao Jun trembled all over, his eyes widened.

The battle armor on his body shattered in an instant, turning into hundreds of pieces!

Relying on the extremely fast speed, the power of each blade is superimposed, and finally turned into a blow of broken armor!

The long knife pressed on Cao Jun's neck, Cao Jun was stunned, only his legs trembled.

"Accepted."

Slowly retracting the saber, He Yangsun returned to the original place.

"Good means."

"Good battle armor."

The head of the Cao family, Cao Tie, looked at He Yangsun, and said loudly: "The He family in Tacheng, He Yangsun, when you come to Yuyang City in the future, you must come to Cao's house as a guest."

Not only did He Yangsun display extremely powerful means, but he also did not harm the elites of the younger generations of the Cao family.

With this means and bearing, it is worth paying attention to.

Such a master of the younger generation, as long as he does not fall, his future achievements will be unimaginable.

He Yangsun nodded, bowed his hands to Cao Tie, and returned to his position.

Turning his head slightly, he saw the smiling Zheng Yuyan blushing.

"The Zheng family won the first game."

As Cao Tie said, he turned his head and said, "Zhuo Yang, you go."

Beside him, a thin middle-aged man nodded, flew and landed on the field.

"Cao Zhuoyang, fourth-level imperial puppet master."

When he registered himself, many people in the Zheng family exclaimed.

"He is Cao Zhuoyang!"

"The wolf of the Cao family, the top five existences of the same level in Yuyang City."

"Didn't it mean that he didn't return to Yuyang City?"

Once a puppet master or armor master becomes famous, he must have his means.

For the Puppet Master and the Armor Master, everything is fought and killed by themselves.

Cao Zhuoyang is a master who dominates in the same rank.

"Sky, it's up to you."

On the side of the Zheng family, the head of the house, Zheng Changtian, looked solemnly, looking at Zheng Changkong who was at the side.

The Zheng family also has several fourth-level armor masters and puppet masters, but they all know that they are not Cao Zhuoyang's opponents.

They all breathed a sigh of relief when the Patriarch named Zheng Changkong's name, and then there was a trace of complicated expression on their faces.

Zheng Changkong nodded, turned his head to look at Han Muye, and smiled faintly.

He stepped forward and stood five feet away from Cao Zhuoyang.

"Brother Cao, since it's a gamble, why don't we take a small gamble?"

Looking at Cao Zhuoyang holding a blue piece of armor, Zheng Changkong pulled out a blue jade card from his palm.

"This is 100,000 origin coins, which is almost all the remaining money in my hand."

"How about a gamble?"

On gambling?

Not only the winners and losers, but also the winners and losers.

Losing is losing people and losing money.

What wins is winning the battle and winning money.

Cao Zhuoyang showed a smile on his face.

For him, this is no different from giving him source coins directly.

On the opposite side, Zheng Changkong, he was sure to win within ten moves.

"Haha, what's the meaning of 100,000 Origin Coins?" Behind Cao Zhuoyang, a figure stepped out, and with a wave of his hand, a card flew out and landed on the ground.

"I'm the elder of the Cao family, betting that Zhuo Yang can win."

"Two hundred thousand yuan coins, do your Zheng family dare to bet against each other?"

On gambling?

Zheng Changkong turned his head.

All the elders and younger generations he saw bowed their heads.

No source coins?

No, I have no confidence.

This scene is a bit embarrassing.

On the opposite side, everyone in the Cao family laughed out loud.

Zheng Changtian coughed lightly, and took out a blue card from his pocket.

"I still have great confidence in Brother Changkong, Yangsun, you bet 200,000 Yuan coins."

"Bet Brother Chang Kong to win."

At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded.

He Yangsun nodded and took out a blue card.