"Suck!" Ji Wubing grabbed the corner of the table with his qi trembling fingers. He took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to lift the table. He kept reminding himself in his heart: "You can't be impulsive, you can't be impulsive, and a little impulsive will make a big plan... This kid obviously came to find fault. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and he can't beat him! Hold on, hold on..."

Ji Wuming's eyes were also twitching. Looking at Long Haotian's face with a look of undressing, he was so angry that his teeth were itchy. He wished he could stuff this face into the jar of wine and let him drink enough in one breath!

But he didn't dare to do it.

"Huh?" Long Haotian looked at the two of them in discomfort: "Why don't you two drink? Such a good wine?"

Ji Wubing was so angry that he felt a pain in his lungs. His face turned from green to purple, from purple to red, and almost fainted. He thought to himself: "This kid is so shameless. This is obviously the wine I bought, but he looks like the master!"

The more Ji Wubing thought about it, the more angry he became, and he trembled with his right hand and picked up the wine bowl and made a gesture to drink it all in one gulp!

Long Haotian happily showed a flat smile and looked at Ji Wubing.

He pressed Ji Wubing's arm quickly and asked with a quick look:

"Hey, Ji Wubing, why is your face a little wrong? Have you become obsessed with practice recently? Oh! If you have any trouble in your practice, don't drink alcohol! This is not good for your health and will also affect your cultivation."

"You!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ji Wubing's face was thrust wildly, twisted to the point of being ferocious, and he jumped up suddenly, staring at Long Haotian with anger on his face!

Long Haotian slapped the table, stood up without fear. He raised his middle finger at Ji Wubing and said, "Come on. Do you want to beat me up? Challenge me? How many spirit stones are pressed? Is 50,000 enough?"

"No disease!"

Just as Ji Wubing was about to break out, Ji Wuming shouted coldly, shocking Ji Wubing.

The latter then held his breath and stared at Long Haotian resentfully, and hummed heavily, dispelling the idea of ​​defeating the death.

Ji Wuming looked cold and glanced at Mo Bei who was watching the show in the distance. He had a look at him while drinking tea. His eyes finally fell on Long Haotian.

"Boy, don't try to use provocation. I know what you are thinking." Ji Wuming snorted and laughed: "We are not fools, so we won't give you spirit stones!"

Long Haotian sarcastically said, "You may not be so smart."

"You! Hum!"

Ji Wuming pushed his head with another unknown fire. At this moment, he felt that if he was saying a few words to Long Haotian, he would be so angry that he would be so angry that he would explode.

Ji Wuming suppressed the anger in his heart, turned around, and sneered at Mo Bei from afar, "Since you like challenges so much, you can suppress chips. Then why not go to the sword test table!"

"Let's go!"

Ji Wuming grabbed Ji Wubing, who was on the verge of collapse, threw down a few spirit stones, and walked out of the door in a furious manner.

After walking out of the door, Ji Wubing's anger gradually dissipated. He turned his head to look at Ji Wuming, who was full of gloomy face. He asked in confusion:

"Senior Brother Wuming, let's just ignore these guys. Why do you have to give them some advice?"

"Give an idea?" Ji Wuming sneered repeatedly: "Do you think I'm going to come up with an idea? Humph."

He snorted a few times, and an extremely gloomy and cruel light flashed through his eyes, and said coldly: "There are countless disciples who have been killed and injured in this sword test platform every day. There are so many strong people! Just relying on the Blood Demon, a boy who is only at the eighth level of Qi Refining Stage, will die after entering!"

Ji Wubing's eyes turned, and he immediately came to the point of enlightenment. He gave Ji Wuming a thumbs up and said respectfully: "Senior Brother Wuming is so tall! I understand, do you want to kill someone with a knife? Let that kid go to the sword test platform to die, which will also solve our major concern!"

Speaking of this, the resentful look in Ji Wubing's eyes became increasingly rich.

And these things, Mo Bei, who is still in Zuixiang Pavilion, naturally couldn't hear them.

At this moment, Mo Bei frowned and repeatedly thought about Ji Wuming's words just now.

Long Haotian walked over with a jar of wine and muttered: "Boss, these two guys seem to have learned cleverness recently and are not fooled... But this wine is quite delicious, do you want to drink it?"

Mo Bei rolled his eyes and said, "Do you know the sword test platform?"

"I know, what's wrong." Long Haotian said, suddenly stunned, and then looked at Mo Bei in extreme surprise: "Boss! Do you want to participate in the sword test table?"

"Yes, what's wrong? I have this plan." Mo Bei nodded, sat down again, and said, "Is it fast to earn spirit stones there?"

"Quick is fast, but..." Long Haotian looked a little embarrassed and said, "Boss, don't be too impulsive. I'll talk to you about the sword test platform first."

Long Haotian organized the language, put the wine jar on the table, moistened his throat, and then said: "This sword test platform is our Taixu Sect's sword test platform, which is the place for the duel!"

"However, this sword test platform is not the same as when our new disciples competed. It was all real battles!"

Long Haotian said in surprise: "When you enter the sword test platform, you will sign a treaty with the sword test platform, regardless of life or death!"

"After all, swords have no eyes. Even if they restrain each other, when the two sides show their duels, they always think about how to save their lives so that they will not consider each other. So they are extremely ruthless!"

Long Haotian swallowed his saliva hard: "Every game of the sword test platform is either dead or disabled. The mild one is injured and cultivates for three or five months. The severe one is directly killed! And the murderer will not receive any punishment at all!"

"Oh?" Mo Bei raised his eyebrows and said, "There are such strange things?"

"Yes." Long Haotian drank a bowl of wine, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then said: "This sword test platform was done on purpose by Taixu Sect to hone the cultivators, their toughness, and their killing aura! Only after standing the test and walking out of Taixu Sect and entering the outside world of cultivation can one occupy one's own world!"

Mo Bei nodded thoughtfully: "It makes sense."

"Hey, don't interfere, boss! I'm just talking casually, can't you really be moved, right?" Long Haotian was startled when he looked at his serious appearance and dissuaded:

"In there, those who can survive and continue fighting are all ruthless and cruel people! Whether it is swordsmanship or sword spirit, they are powerful to the terrifying stage! Boss, I'm not saying you can't do it, but don't be impulsive."

"Boss, think twice before you act!" Long Haotian said with concern.

Mo Bei smiled faintly and said, "You have also said that after experiencing hardships, you can occupy your own world in the outside world of cultivation!"

"And I won't go to die. I won't take action without certainty."

Seeing that he was so persistent, Long Haotian had to shut up.

"Is there any rules for this sword test platform?"

Mo Bei asked curiously.

Long Haotian nodded and replied: "Yes, for example, this sword test platform is divided into Qi Refining Sword Test Platform, and Foundation Building Sword Test Platform. After all, if the gap between them is too big, it is simply crushing and slaughtering, and there is no power to fight back!"

"Only disciples of the same realm can temper each other!"

Long Haotian thought about it and said, "I don't know very well about the specifics. I have never been to the sword test table before. But... I heard from me." He paused and then continued, "The reward for the sword test table is double."

"One is the bargaining chip among immortal cultivators, and the other is the reward for the sword test platform!"

"For example, if you win one game, your value is three thousand spirit stones. If an immortal cultivator wants to challenge you, he must take out three thousand spirit stones as a bet! After you accept the challenge, you must also take out three thousand spirit stones as a bet!"

"If you win two games in a row and win that challenger, you will not only get the challenger's three thousand spirit stones, but also get the corresponding spirit stone. This spirit stone is produced by the Taixu Sect's sword test platform."

"You can win 6,000 spirit stones! At the same time, your value will also increase to 6,000!"

Long Haotian took a deep breath and then said, "If you win five or even ten consecutive games, your net worth will explode and soar, even reaching ten thousand spirit stones, twenty hundred thousand spirit stones, and even million spirit stones!"

"So many!" Even though Mo Bei was knowledgeable, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Yes," Long Haotian nodded and said, "It's the case in theory. But now, on the sword test stage of the entire Qi Refining Period, the highest value seems to be a guy named Sword Devouring! He has won 16 games in a row, and his value has increased to 60,000 spirit stones!"

"Defeat him, boss, you can get 120,000 spirit stones!"

After these long speeches by Long Haotian, Mo Bei finally got a certain understanding of the sword test platform and felt confident.
Chapter completed!