"What is this? Fellow Daoist Sang also wants to leave his own battle table and go to other people's battle table like Chiyan?"

"Hiss~ This is clearly to avenge my junior brother!"

Looking at Sang Ying's firm back step by step as he climbed up the platform, the monks watching couldn't help but sigh.

Leaving the great situation you have achieved through hard work and going to other people's arenas. Such wonderful scenes have not appeared several times in thousands of years. Today they actually encountered them twice!

While expressing his good luck, the monks engraved Sang Ying's revengeful nature in their minds, reminding themselves at all times not to provoke Wan Daosheng easily...

But Wan Daosheng, who was in the viewing seat, did not have the same interest in watching the show.

Especially Jiang Qi, after listening to Sang Ying's instructions, he wanted to take the injured Bai Kejin back to Honghu Courtyard for healing. However, Bai Kejin, who had improved slightly after swallowing a few spiritual pills, rejected Jiang Qi's kindness.

His voice was hoarse after being smoked by fireworks, and he grabbed Jiang Qi's sleeve with one hand: "I won't leave, I will stay and watch my senior sister win this game with my own eyes!"

Faced with Bai Kejin's extremely determined gaze, Jiang Qi's original persuasion was swallowed back to his throat.

Elder Gu in the stands could tell at a glance that his stubborn disciple would never leave in shame.

He sighed softly, attracted the cultivator of Cangyu Sect who was guarding near the stands, and asked the other party to send a bottle of elixir to Bai Kejin.

Elder Xu, who was beside Elder Gu, would naturally not miss this action. As soon as the entrusted young monk left, he twisted his beard and spoke:

"Now Guizong won one game and lost another game. How should we calculate this bet?"

At this moment, Elder Xu had long lost his previous panic and no one could tell. When Dong Fuzhu won that game, the Moromon elder instantly turned pale.

Jiulian glanced at him after hearing this: "One loss and one win are naturally considered a draw. What does Elder Xu think?"

He first smiled and said, "This draw is naturally good. It is neither unfair nor harming our harmony..."

"Hmph, our two sects still have peace?" Elder Gu immediately mocked.

But Elder Xu seemed to be unable to hear it and continued to propose: "It would be a bit boring if you do this."

Jiulian raised her eyelashes slightly, and her eyes were filled with coldness: "What do Elder Xu want?"

"Since you've been betting on all the bets, why not make this bet bigger!" Elder Xu turned his wrist and a piece of green-level spiritual energy suddenly appeared in front of others.

For a moment, even the elders of various sects who were well-informed could not help but shout.

The elder of the Beast Taming Sect who had watched the show for a long time flattered him: "Elder Xu is really worthy of being a Moromon of the sect. He is a green-level spiritual energy when he takes action. Today I really opened my eyes."

Elder Xu raised his chin slightly, accepted the flattery, and then continued: "Now the chief of your sect has already stepped onto the No. 4 Battle Stage, and the Chiyan on the stage is also the best disciple of my Moromon of this generation. Why not let her join the bet? If she can beat the Chiyan of our sect in this battle, let alone these two orange-level spiritual weapons, even the green-level spiritual weapons in my hand are all born to you thousands of Daodao!"

When the elders heard this, they looked at each other. Even the master of Jimo, who had been sitting aside and did not interfere in the fight, silently glanced at Elder Xu.

Jiulian shook the fan: "It sounds like we, Wan Daosheng, have taken advantage of it, but I wonder what price we should pay if Sang Ying lost?"

Elder Xu seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time. He suppressed the excitement in his heart, but his tone couldn't help but raise his voice a little: "If the noble sect loses, he will take your Jindan monk to visit me, Moromon, what about?"

Jiulian's movement of shaking the fan was paused, and the hand of the Jimo Sect Master pinched the teacup also froze.

"Hey! I never knew that Elder Xu was such a righteous and wealthy person. If I had known that you Moromons were so rich, I should have devoted myself to it at the beginning!" The elder of Taotie Sect, who was finally not gnawing on the stands today, had envy written on his face, and the teasing in his words was obvious.

The elders of the Beast Taming Sect also spoke out immediately: "What are you saying? Elder Xu clearly wants to repair the relationship between Wan Daosheng and Moromon!"

The elder of Taotie Sect smiled again and took the matter perfunctorily.

At this moment, Elder Xu no longer cared about whether it would arouse suspicion from others. After waiting for Jiulian to answer, he also used the method of provoking: "What, do you think that the chief of your sect can't beat Chiyan?"

However, his provocation seemed to have really worked. Under the gaze of many eyes, Jiulian clasped his fan and replied: "Since Elder Xu said that, if I, Wan Daosheng, do not respond to the battle, we will seem cowardly. As Elder Xu said, if Sang Ying defeated the spiritual weapons on this table, all of them belonged to me, Wan Daosheng, if the disciples of the noble sect won, then I, Wan Daosheng, went to Moromon as a guest."

"Okay! Then just say one thing!" As if he was afraid that the other party would repent, Elder Xu quickly responded, and at the same time he did not forget to pull the elders of another sect to testify the bet between the two parties.

So, a bet that was involved in many conspiracies was established. At this moment, Sang Ying, who was highly anticipated, had just stepped onto the No. 4 Battle Stage.

The formation on the Bidge Platform was instantly triggered, cleaning all the remaining smoke and blood on it.

However, the scars on Chiyan clearly showed how difficult and terrible the previous competition was.

"I thought that after Bai Kejin was solved, I could only go to the No. 3 battle stage and compete with fellow Daoist Sang. Unexpectedly, fellow Daoist Sang took the initiative to find me." Chiyan said this, but there was no surprise on his face. He had guessed it long ago that Sang Ying would come to challenge him.

He was stabbed by the other party, and Sang Ying said coldly: "Is that true? It seems that fellow Taoist still doesn't understand me enough."

"I look cold-hearted, but I hold grudges the most. I think the saint of the sect will give some fellow Taoists."

The two of them took the opportunity to look in Su Fuyun's direction, and happened to encounter the resentment in each other's eyes that could not be concealed.

"Fellow Daoist Sang is really keen." Chiyan did not hide anything. The gentle mask was torn apart before. At this moment, this fire spirit root cultivator with excellent combat power showed his aggressiveness: "Although I'm a little sorry, I still want to say, Fellow Daoist Sang's golden elixir today, I'm going to settle the golden elixir today!"

"Bang!" The gong sounded that represented the beginning of the competition, and Sang Ying's snow-colored sword appeared in front of the crowd again.

She did not answer Chiyan's provocation, but her sword-holding action had undoubtedly revealed her meaning.

On the spacious No. 4 Battle Stage, there are burning flames on one side and cold frost on the other side.

Their spiritual power is so clear that it seems to be born with an opposition.

This scene fell into the eyes of everyone in the audience, and for some reason, they inexplicably mobilized their long-lost excitement and passion.

I think this competition should not disappoint them!


Chapter completed!