The Taoist Changqing heard someone beside him, and his originally gloomy face immediately changed into a smile and said generously: "What are the words of the two fellow Taoists? The competition of the ring is fair. My little apprentice is not good at learning skills and has little experience. If you lose this, it is considered a training. How can you forgive me?"

The scattered immortals next to them naturally saw the situation in the field clearly. After being trapped by the old man, a large number of elites sent out, they became the target of cultivators in the world. However, the disciples of the Changqing Taoist, have not seen anyone come to the stage to defend the strife. Now this old guy finally sent a disciple but returned home. Seeing that he was stolen, he was naturally secretly happy. However, in this way, the scattered immortals naturally paid more attention to Xiahou Yu. After all, Xiahou Yu defeated the Nascent Soul with his golden elixir cultivation. But it was said that this kid had only built a foundation and had defeated Zhan Tian, ​​so he should not be underestimated.

Xiahou Yu finally squeezed out of the crowded square with his escape technique. Seeing that there were not many tigresses and brainless fans behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped on the wide street and was about to leave, but he saw that this market, which should have been extremely deserted, had a store that was very lively. Driven by curiosity, he couldn't help but go to check it out.

The store was decorated in a gorgeous way. A pair of double-flowered red sticks stood at the door, two auspicious beasts carved by bluestone were sitting upright, and a plaque in the middle was written with four golden characters from Tianyun Gambling House. They stepped into the inner hall and found that in the lively gambling house, everyone was discussing their views around a wall with bamboo slips hanging on it.

Xiahou Yu looked at the bamboo slips intently and saw that the bamboo slips were marked with numbers, with names and some introductions written below. Following the numbers marked with bamboo slips, the eighty-fourth bamboo slips suddenly caught my eye. Sure enough, I saw my name. At this moment, a servant walked onto the stage and hung an additional red bamboo slip next to his famous brand.

Xiahou Yu, whose age is unknown, has a cultivation level in the middle of the Golden Pill, is suspected to be the direct inheritance of the Sanxian of the Wanjian Sect. It is rumored that he once defeated the Nascent Soul Stage Battle Heaven with his foundation-building cultivation. He has a strong body, unparalleled swordsmanship, and a deep background. Today, three games, three battles and three victories, all of which are one move to defeat the enemy. Zero will defend the game tomorrow, and the odds of winning will be one percent, and one loss will be 50.

As soon as the bamboo slips appeared, the onlookers were immediately in an uproar.

Xiahou Yu couldn't help feeling sad. The odds of winning seemed to be too low. Do everyone think so much about him? Such odds, that means that he won by himself, and he could only earn one hundred spirit stones. This trading point seemed much higher than the direct disciples carefully trained by the six major immortal sects. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, was he pretending to be a bit too much in his battle today? As for buying himself and losing, it would be equivalent to giving up the opportunity to enter the Broken Immortal Realm in vain.

Xiahou Yu sighed helplessly. He was thinking about the expenses of earning these spirit stones for cultivation Zhurong's body-building power and the blood fruit. However, with such low odds, even if he loses everything, he can only earn thousands of spirit stones in one day. Now Xiahou Yu has a high vision, so how can he take these thousands of spirit stones seriously? After sighing slightly, he squeezed out of the Tianyun Gambling House and headed towards the inn where he rented.

There was nothing to say all night, the crow of the rooster awakened the rising sun, illuminating the entire Xianmeng City with spiritual energy, like a fairyland. In front of the towering palace in the center of the city, a hundred arenas were set up. At this time, there were already sporadic people, either the audience, the Lord of the Order, or the new cultivator who was preparing to go on stage to compete and seize the position of the Lord of the Order, in the blink of an eye, the streets and squares around the arena had already begun to become lively.

Early in the morning, Xiahou Yu finished his practice, got up to clean up and sort out, and walked on the street that was noisy. He bought a few breakfasts casually, and walked as he walked and ate, heading towards the ring. After a while, the ring No. 84, which he was so familiar with, was already in front of him, but he saw a familiar back on it. When he walked up to him, he saw that he was not the one Tang Zhixuan who was defeated by his hands yesterday.

The thin figure sitting upright on the stage seemed to feel Xiahou Yu's arrival. He opened his blood-filled eyes and stared at Xiahou Yu with resentment.

Xiahou Yu was not upset when he recalled the appearance of the person on the stage who was broken by himself yesterday. He was not angry. He had harmless smiles on his old face.

"Oh, isn't this Brother Tang? I came here early today, but Brother Tang's ring No. 84 seems to be in the downstairs, but I don't know what it takes to do with Brother Tang here?"

Tang Zixuan snorted coldly.

"Hmph, I won't say much to you. You will know what I'm doing here in a while!" After that, he closed his red eyes again, obviously not wanting to pay attention to Xiahou Yu.

Seeing that the other party was so arrogant, Xiahou Yu was a little confused, but he still walked slowly onto the ring, sat down, closed his eyes and rested.

However, as the scene began to be lively around the ring, several inexplicable auras came. On the palace walls, nine figures of thousands of people were respected slowly appeared, and waved to the cheering crowd. After the scene calmed down, the Changqing Taoist, the leader of the Immortal Alliance, cleared his throat...

"After yesterday's battle, everyone has also seen the prosperity of the younger generation of cultivators in our human race. At such a grand event, there are many talents, not to mention their cultivation, but their combat power is extraordinary. There are countless young heroes like countless young masters. This is the blessing of the world, the blessing of the people, and the blessing of our human race. I believe that after a month, our human race will definitely be able to return with a full load."

Everyone in the audience started cheering again, and the Taoist Changqing did not stop and continued to speak: "But in the battle yesterday, everyone also saw that all the heroes on the 100 arenas, and there are countless heroes under the arena. One game determines the winner and lose, and they arbitrarily cut off their future. This matter is indeed a bit inappropriate. After a selection, the best young generation may not be selected. After some discussion with eight fellow Taoists, I decided to change the rules of the striking, that is, no matter who participates in the competition on stage, the people who participate in the competition on stage will go on stage three times.
Chapter completed!