Even though the offer from the White Bone Spirit was indeed a bit small, Wang Fan seemed to have no choice but to accept it at this time.
Who told him not to have Dao Jing? What's more, it was equivalent to picking up money for nothing, so Wang Fan happily agreed.
At this time, following the voice of the powerful presiding officer, two monks from the Heavenly Realm Divine Perfection had once again boarded the space battle platform.
The two people didn't say any nonsense. After looking at each other, they each used their magical skills and fought together.
Wang Fan just glanced at it and stopped paying attention.
As he walked towards one of the corners, quietly waiting for his battle to begin, he asked, "Then how should we bet?"
"You are a weapon spirit, so you can't place your bets. And I will be on the battlefield, so I won't be able to place my bets."
"Although I can also create a clone, in that case, it is very likely that I will be recognized, and it will also affect my combat effectiveness."
Bai Gu Ling smiled lightly and said, "This is simple."
With that said, under Wang Fan's dumbfounded gaze, she flew directly out of the domino, and the next moment, she merged into a young woman who was watching the game with excitement.
The young woman's expression only stiffened for a moment, and soon returned to normal.
After returning to normal, she smiled slyly at Wang Fan, and then Yingying stepped into the crowd.
When Wang Fan saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a little thumped in his heart again.
It seems that this weapon spirit is not simple.
You know, although that young woman is not very strong, she still has the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Heaven Realm God.
Such a level of cultivation can be easily controlled by the White Bone Spirit, which is simply terrifying if you think about it.
"Kill, kill him."
"Beat him to death, Mud, just to return a swordsman, you are really a weakling."
"Ah, you actually made me lose money again. I will definitely twist your head off."
On the space battle platform, within just a few minutes, another monk fell into a pool of blood and died.
The battle between these two people was extremely brutal.
One died and the other was seriously injured.
Looking at this scene, some of the monks below could not help but curse angrily again, showing expressions of anger and pain.
Of course, as for those monks who made the right bet, their faces were full of excitement.
After all, this is exactly their purpose.
If you can earn more resources here, you no longer need to think about how to go out to find resources.
After all, going out in search of resources will put your life in danger.
The female cultivator in charge once again landed on the space battle stage. She first smiled at everyone, and then said, "I believe everyone will be extremely looking forward to the next battle."
"Because this is the first time a monk has entered our Dojo, and it is also his first time to participate in a Taoist battle in our Dojo."
"According to the rules, he will then compete in the Dou Dao Fighter's ranking match. If he wins eight games in a row, he will be awarded the title of Dou Dao Fighter."
"Okay, without further ado, I would like to invite fellow Taoist Bai Fan to step onto the Taoist platform. Those who want to place bets can start."
This enchanting woman heightened the atmosphere of the scene with just a few words.
Especially her eyes, it was obvious that she was just casually scanning the crowd.
But it felt to everyone as if she was smiling at herself.
The momentary loss of concentration made countless monks no longer so rational.
When Wang Fan heard the other party reporting his name, he immediately walked towards the Taoist platform.
During this period, he also looked around, but it was
I didn't see the Bone Spirit.
Obviously, that person either left here temporarily or changed his appearance.
Wang Fan did not bother with the White Bone Spirit anymore, but continued walking towards the Taoist platform.
At this moment, a thin mosquito moaning sound suddenly came into my ears. It was the voice of the Bone Spirit.
"Remember, show weakness first, don't kill your opponent instantly at the beginning." Her voice was a little excited.
Wang Fan was stunned for a moment, and soon understood what the other party meant.
I really didn't realize that this weapon spirit was so dark-hearted.
But thinking of Dao Jing, Wang Fan readily accepted it.
Wang Fan quickly climbed onto the Taoist platform.
The moment he saw Wang Fan, the scene instantly became quiet.
Everyone began to look at Wang Fan.
At the same time, the enchanting woman hosting the show spoke again, "Now, please invite Bai Fan's first opponent to take the stage."
Following the sound, another monk jumped up and flew into the battle platform like a wild beast.
In Wang Fan's opinion, this guy's behavior was a bit idiotic.
But his operation caused an uproar at the scene.
Of course, even at this time, there were still not many people betting.
Because one's cultivation has reached the level of Heavenly Realm God's Small Perfection, it is no longer possible to judge a person's strength from appearance.
Magical powers, magical skills, combat experience, etc., these are the key.
The enchanting woman who was hosting naturally knew all this, so she did not continue to press.
When she saw the two of them standing still, she immediately announced the start and left the space platform.
Almost the moment the female cultivator announced the start and left the platform, Wang Fan's opponent had already moved.
"drink!"
I just heard a low voice coming from the other party's mouth
He shouted, and the next second, with a roar, he rushed towards Wang Fan like a wild beast.
The murderous aura in his body surged, vibrating and making the space tremble crazily.
Even though the monks outside could not feel the fluctuations in the battlefield, their whole hearts suddenly lifted following the opponent's movement.
On the other hand, Wang Fan seemed to be stupid and didn't move at all.
It wasn't until the opponent came closer that he seemed to react.
"idiot."
"Isn't this guy a fool? He doesn't have any combat experience at all?"
"Hey, maybe it's because I haven't participated in a similar battle."
Seeing this scene, countless monks watching the battle outside couldn't help but shake their heads.
In their view, Wang Fan was simply a rookie and was not suitable to participate in such a bloody Taoist battle.
At the same time, the Dou Dojo also began to quickly adjust the odds.
Many monks also rushed towards the place where the bet was placed.
Bang.
There was a muffled sound.
Wang Fan was hit by the monk in a circle, and with a puff, blood spurted out from his mouth and he fell backwards.
When the monk saw this scene, there was a clear disdain in his eyes. He moved his feet, his momentum exploded, and he approached again.
He didn't expect that his opponent would be so weak.
This battle is a qualifying match for Wang Fan.
But for him, it's the same.
However, since this was not his first time participating in a Tao battle, ten rounds were required for him to be graded.
Wang Fan only needs eight games.
Bang bang bang.
Next, Wang Fan seemed to have completely lost the opportunity, and was hit again and again, and continued to retreat.
This chapter has been completed!