This is the largest bet on the four peaks. It is said that it was opened by a private alliance called Qingshang Pavilion within the Qi Sect, with strong financial resources.

Ran Qixi held a storage bag, thought about her feet, walked through the crowd, and looked at the gambling plate in the middle.

"Why are you standing here? Go!" A female monk in the early stage of the foundation building of the weapon sect looked coldly at Ran Qixi wearing Dan Sect's clothes, with an order in her tone.

"I'm going to place a bet!" Ran Qixi replied without any timidly, holding the storage bag.

Ran Qixi felt that her acting skills were pretty good. Her innocent look seemed to be a sneak out of some family. The lady in the boudoir who had never seen the world would definitely be able to hide it from the people around her.

"This is a special session in the Foundation Establishment Period. Starting with 500 spirit stones, the price increase must not be less than 100 spirit stones. Can you afford to bet? Get out of here!" said the female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Period of the Artifact Sect with a proud voice.

"I can afford to bet, what's the special game if there is a spirit stone!" Ran Qixi competed against each other and raised the storage bag in his hand, not afraid of the early stage female cultivator in front of him.

After following Han Ming for a long time, Ran Qixi really didn't care about this female cultivator in the early stage of foundation building. She always felt that it was as easy as pinching such a monk to death as her uncle was to kill an ant.

"A little cultivator in Qi training stage, if you dare to talk to me like this, you are looking for death!" The female cultivator in the foundation-building stage frowned and shouted coldly, while waving her sleeves, preparing to fan Ran Qixi out.

Ran Qixi didn't expect that the other party would dare to take action directly, and a look of panic appeared on her face, and she subconsciously wanted to retreat.

Ran Qixi was shocked. The imagined attack was not close. It was dissolved by another force halfway through the flight. A middle-aged man wearing a hairband blocked Ran Qixi and slowly withdrew his palm.

"Why did Junior Sister Liu have a little experience with a small Qi training period? This little girl has a relationship with me. Can Junior Sister Liu give me a thin face? Don't bother with her?" said the middle-aged man with a hairband.

"Senior Brother Huang actually knows her! Since that's the case, let her go this time!" The female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage looked at the middle-aged man in the headband and slowly took back her sleeves.

The female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage glanced at Ran Qixi coldly, then withdrew her gambler, turned her head and stared at the gambling market.

"Eggy people make many mistakes!" Ran Qixi stared at the back of the female cultivator in the foundation-building stage, muttered in her heart, then smiled on her face, and gently bowed to the middle-aged man in front of her, "Thank you for your help for your help!"

"If you don't set up a stall properly, why are you here?" the middle-aged man in the headband turned his head and asked with a smile.

This middle-aged man in the hairband is not someone else, but the foundation-building cultivator who bought Ran Qixi's twenty-two Nether Flowers!

"The competition started, no one bought anything, so I came here to take a look and gain a better understanding." Ran Qixi replied respectfully.

The middle-aged man with a hairband looked at the storage bag in Ran Qixi's hand, then looked at the gambling table not far away, as if he had remembered something, and said with a slightly frown: "The amount of gambling here is relatively large, and it is usually only possible for monks in the Foundation Establishment stage to gamble. Do you really want to gamble?"

"It's okay, I brought a lot of spirit stones this time!" Ran Qixi weighed the storage bag halfway and said firmly.

The middle-aged man in the hairband seemed to have thought of something, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll take you there, otherwise you, a monk in the Qi training stage, will probably be despised by others!"

"Thank you, senior!" Ran Qixi was immediately happy when she heard this and thanked her directly.

With the middle-aged man in the headband, Ran Qixi approached the gambling platform this time.

"Why is there only one who wins and loses this? There is no limit on the tricks or time limits. What should I do if I bet within ten moves of challengers succeed!" Ran Qixi pointed to the gambling plate and asked directly, not caring about the foundation-building cultivators around.

"Where did you come from the little monk? You?" Before the words of a foundation-building cultivator next to him were finished, he was choked back after the words were said, because Ran Qixi poured out the storage bag and took out more than 60 medium-grade spirit stones, which were shining with a brilliant spirit.

The female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage who scolded Ran Qixi was even more disbelief at this moment. She stared at the spirit stone on the stone platform, as if she had been slapped in the face in public. A small Qi training stage monk was even higher than her. It was ridiculous before that she said that this little cultivator could not afford to bet!

"Can you limit the tricks? I want to suppress them all. The challenger won within ten moves." Ran Qixi pointed to the spirit stone on the stone platform, looking like he was ignorant of the world.

The person in charge of the gambling game was a fake elixir. He first looked up and down at Ran Qixi, then looked at the pile of spirit stones, tilted his head and thought about it, and said, "Of course, I can change the rules for you and add a specific odds. The challenger succeeds within ten moves, because it is special, so it is set to three times, and you are satisfied!"

"Satisfied, three times more than three times!" Ran Qixi nodded and pushed out a bunch of medium-grade spirit stones in front of him.

The monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage around all looked at Ran Qixi with a smile, feeling that this Qi training stage cultivator would lose money this time, and defeated Feng Pu in the Formation Sect ten moves. I really dare to think that this blind man from the Dan Sect is not Bai Ni, and he can crush Feng Pu. If he can really achieve this level, he will be completely at the level of competing for the top three!

Everyone thinks that having a Bai Ni in Dan Sect is already amazing, how could there be a fierce man like Bai Ni? Doesn’t that mean that the Dan Sect will occupy two of the top five this time, and it is even likely that the top three will appear. A sect that has not passed the top five in decades will pop up two of them at once!

"You've thought about it!" The middle-aged man in the headband stood behind Ran Qixi and asked with a frown.

The middle-aged man in the headband brought Ran Qixi in to bet on the spirit stones just to repay the favors that Ran Qixi had saved his face. However, he did not expect that Ran Qixi proposed such conditions and even pressed 65 medium-grade spirit stones. The middle-aged man in the headband felt that he brought Ran Qixi in, which actually hurt Ran Qixi!

"I've thought about it, that's it!" Ran Qixi nodded heavily.

"Okay!" The middle-aged man in the headband nodded, then threw it lightly, throwing out five medium-grade spirit stones, pressing on the odds of the challenger's ten moves to defeat.

The middle-aged man in the headband didn't know why he was betting himself. He clearly felt that he would definitely lose money, but he was just a bet by a devil.

"Okay, the battle has begun, I have to regret it!" The monk in the fake pill stage pinched the magic trick, and all the spirit stones on the entire gambling platform were shrouded in spirit light, and the monks next to him could no longer get it.

Han Ming stood on the battle platform, holding the Qinghong Sword with one hand, and his mental power was poked out. Every corner of the battle platform was standing in front of him.

Feng Pu was very annoyed now. He had always been accustomed to being arrogant. He was almost crushed by the weak Danzong Bai Ni, who was weak, and before he could recover, another blind man from Danzong came up to challenge him. This was clearly a naked contempt.

Feng Pu did not say hello to Han Ming, but pointed it with one hand and released the wind bag directly, blew out a strange wind. At the same time, he pinched the magic tricks in his hand, and five or six giant wind blades appeared out of nowhere.

Feng Pu was too lazy to use any steady attacks, and he didn't think about setting up a formation to surround Han Ming. He was going to directly bombard the opponent with a fierce attack to save some face. He completely forgot Yun Shang's advice when he came, and to be careful of Dan Zong Bai Ni and Han Ming, especially the blind Han Ming.

Han Ming felt that Feng Pu was planning to win with a sharp attack directly, and his face was strange. It turned out that he was thinking about how to force Feng Pu to face it head-on as soon as possible, and win within ten moves, but he didn't expect that Feng Pu would come to his door. It was more sharp than the attack method. The sword cultivator had never been afraid of anyone, and Lei Xiu was useless, let alone the wind-attribute cultivator!

Feng Pu, with a wind bag on his head, activated dozens of giant wind blades to attack Han Ming directly in front of him.

The green cloud wings behind Han Ming spread out, and his speed instantly shot to the maximum, turning into a hazy green phantom, rushing left and right between the giant wind blades, rushing towards Feng Pu, leaving behind a series of rumbling sounds of breaking through the air.

"Where can you go!" Feng Pu shouted loudly, pinched the magic tricks, and the giant wind blades turned around, surrounding Han Ming.

At the same time, Feng Pu also came forward, and the strange wind directly covered Han Ming with the wind-blade above his head.

The six wind walls are formed and combined together, wrapping Han Ming in it. Small wind blades with broken gold and gravel on the surface rotate quickly and squeeze towards the middle.

Many monks who knew Feng Pu's methods of breeze bags were all surprised. Ordinary monks were covered by breeze bags, but it meant that 90% of them had lost. Wind attribute monks were

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