Author: Sister Dou

There are several types of rewards for the winner after the competition between the monks.

One is to compare the spiritual stones set in the arena. One thousand spiritual stones during the Qi refining period, five thousand spiritual stones during the foundation building period, and Golden Core cultivators can obtain 10,000 spiritual stones.

The second is the chips that both sides of the competition bring out. This is determined by the monks themselves through discussion. They bring out magic weapons, spiritual plants, etc. of equal value, which they may or may not take.

The third thing is that the big guys on the second floor are adding bonuses, which are also based on opportunities.

Shen Qinglan touched the monk and said, "Ten thousand spirit stones will make up for what you lost in the casino."

The monk gave her a roll of his eyes. Shen Qinglan knew which pots should not be opened and which pots should be picked up.

The two of them arrived at the door and were responsible for registering for the deacon's office, and handed over their respective crystal plaques.

"Two fellow Taoists, please state your names." The monk smiled and took the crystal plate.

Before Shen Qinglan and Shen Qinglan could speak, two name tags fell out of the foundation building box, one was written about Iron Fist Zhang, and the other was about Three Young Masters of the East China Sea.

This sounds like an unusual name. The deacon noticed her gaze and said with a smile, "The monks who come to the Crystal Palace to fight all like to have a name. You two fellow Taoists can also give it a try."

To put it bluntly, it's just a fight and it doesn't involve anything outside the Crystal Palace.

The monk smiled and nodded, "Then the poor monk will..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Qinglan hurriedly took it and said, "His name is Sun Xingzhe."

Monk:……

He now knows the relationship between Wukong and Sun Xingzhe or Xingzhe Sun. Shen Qinglan talks to him about Journey to the West when he has nothing to do.

"Then your name is Bajie?"

Shen Qinglan shook her head, "Call me Fire Fist Ah Qing."

…

The monk sighed, just let her go.

Just like that, the name written on Sun Xingzhe and another piece written on Fire Fist A Qing were thrown into the box containing the name of Jin Dan.

The two returned to the stands on the first floor, and there were endless cheers and applause around them.

The previous foundation building team has stepped down, and there are two late-stage Qi Refining players on the field.

There is a pillar in the corner of the arena. On it, apart from a box containing a thousand spiritual stones, there are also two magical weapons, which should have been added by the two monks themselves.

The two men fought hard, and one of them was cut on the calf, with the skin and flesh split open and bleeding.

When he flew up with a kick, the blood splashed everywhere, forming an arc in the air.

This man is tall, stocky, and violent. He should be following the path of physical cultivation.

This body cultivation is not the use of brute force as ordinary monks think, and it is very agile. The dagger in the hand sometimes appears and sometimes is put away.

If the opponent uses his fists and feet to put away the dagger, the dagger will appear immediately when the opponent reveals a flaw, and he can't wait to kill him with one blow.

In the arena of the Crystal Palace, life or death matters.

The two of them were restrained when they started to attack. They were both from the East China Sea, so they would not resort to deadly moves when they met.

As the battle heats up and the two sides cannot tell the winner for a while, it will probably enter a battle of life and death.

This is what these two monks are like today,

The physical cultivator's calf was injured, which affected his moves. The sword cultivator took advantage of this and jumped back and forth on the ring, aiming to contain the opponent from a distance and wear him down.

The monk spoke up and said, "Who will win?"

Shen Qinglan did not hesitate, "That physical training."

"After all, heroes cherish heroes. You guys are quite confident in yourselves."

Shen Qinglan knew that the monk was teasing her about violence, so she sneered, "Beating people is addictive only when they hit the flesh. Master Wukong, do you want to try it?"

The monk did not answer her words and just chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha."

"Hey." Shen Qinglan saw that he was pretending to be timid and didn't bother to argue with him.

"What about the two people in the next competition?" The monk looked at the two people sitting next to the ring. There was a specific area where the two monks had just been selected to participate in the next competition.

There is a crystal board on the side with the names of the two people, and below the names is the number of spiritual stones that other people have bet on.

Obviously, the female cultivator in red with the sword is very popular, and the number of spiritual stones won by betting on her is much higher than that of the other male cultivator with the hammer.

The monk smiled and said, "A gamble?"

Shen Qinglan looked at him and said, "Come."

"you first."

"Of course I bet on my colleague, the man who plays with a hammer."

"The poor monk thinks that the female nun in red is better."

The two of them did not go to the waiter to place a bet. The higher the popularity of the female nun in red, the lower the odds.

The male cultivator with the hammer that Shen Qinglan likes is not well-known, so the odds are naturally high.

The two called for a waiter who was wandering among the crowd.

Each of them put down 10,000 spirit stones. Just like before, they didn't need to take out the spirit stones now.

As long as they hand over the crystal card and input a little spiritual energy, the ten thousand will be regarded as a good bet.

Shen Qinglan couldn't help but clicked her tongue, "The person behind the Crystal Palace is a master who knows how to earn spiritual stones."

She shook her crystal card and said, "When I got here, I didn't even realize how many spiritual stones I had spent. It was just like you lost ten thousand spiritual stones in the casino before and didn't take them out of your storage bag.

It is recorded on the crystal card. If those losers are in a hurry, they will probably lose more and more. At that time, they can only use magic weapons, weapons and various treasures to pay off."

"What if it's not enough?"

"Not being natural enough is the reward of flesh."

The monk didn't understand, "Huh?"

"It's just to use your life to pay off the debt. It shouldn't be difficult to control such a big force, such as poison or restraint. In short, if you don't have spiritual stones, you can use your life to pay off. You can leave when you repay the debt."

The way the monk looked at her changed, "How do you know that?"

Shen Qinglan lied as soon as she opened her mouth, "Listen to what my master said. My master is all over the world and has never been to any place. He has naturally seen this kind of routine before."

In fact, it is not what Mingyuan Daojun said, it is all based on what I heard in my previous life.

The competition on the stage was still going on, and the physical cultivator already had the upper hand. He swung his huge fist and made a fierce force. The sword cultivator who wanted to keep a distance was caught up by him, and he was immediately stepped on by the physical cultivator holding the sword.

That wrist.

Kneeling on the sword cultivator's chest with one knee, this man was extremely strong, which made the sword cultivator unable to move.

The body cultivator's fists fell like raindrops.

"I surrender!" A broken voice came from under the body.

The referee next to the ring immediately announced the result of the competition.

The physical cultivator laughed twice, walked to the side, picked up the spiritual stones and two magic weapons on the pillar, and left with his head held high.

"The next level is heavy and heavy, but the moon is full of jade."

A pair of monks that Shen Qinglan had bet on appeared. Both of them were in the middle stage of the Golden Core.

As soon as the female cultivator in red, Wangyue Lingyu, came on stage, there were male cultivators below calling her Lingyu Fairy, good guy, it’s really disgusting.

Shen Qinglan was annoyed by the fairy's words, and then took a closer look at the female nun in red.

I have to admit, it's really pretty.

Even in the world of cultivation where there are so many handsome men and beautiful women, Fairy Lingyu's appearance is still superior.

Another heavy man stood aside holding a hammer, clasping his fists at Wangyue Lingyu, "Fellow Taoist Lingyu, please."

The female cultivator in red said in a cold voice, "Fellow Taoist, please."

The monk was a little curious, so he asked a male cultivator next to him, "Fellow Taoist, is this Lingyu Fairy famous?"

The male cultivator was staring directly at the ring at this time. He paused when he heard the monk's question and said, "Ah, oh, Fairy Lingyu, she has great swordsmanship and is the victorious general in the Crystal Palace."

The monk thanked him with a smile and turned to look at Shen Qinglan, "It seems that your fellow hammer player has a very worrying future."

Shen Qinglan pursed her lips, and the two people on the stage were already fighting. Fairy Lingyu's sword energy was so fierce that she had already forced Shen Sheng to the edge of the ring.

Her ten thousand spirit stones...

Heartbroken!

"Why don't you give up the fight even if you are clearly defeated? What are you thinking?" Shen Qinglan didn't understand what her fellow hammer player was thinking.

No matter life or death in the ring, there is such a big difference in strength, but they still come up?

Is it possible that Shen Qinglan is the smartest monk who plays with hammers in Tianyuan Continent, while the others are just stupid?

The monk is new, but the male cultivator next to him who was just asked is not, "Fairy Lingyu is very measured in her attacks. She tries not to hurt anyone as much as possible. No one in the ring has died under her sword for many years. "
To be continued...