No matter what the situation is today, the show will still go on.
Master Yuan and the other four people determined the gambling process and proposed that each person would only be given ten breaths of time to observe Xianyuan.
"Ten breaths?"
The leaders of Xianyuanfang looked at each other with gloating in their eyes, staring at the four people to see what their reactions would be.
The elegant monk smiled slightly and glanced at the other three people:
"Three of you, they proposed ten breaths of time, is that enough?"
"Ten breaths is just ten breaths. Although it's a bit shameless, it's still enough to see a few immortal sources in this time."
One of them smiled slightly.
Seeing that the four people agreed to his conditions without knowing how to advance or retreat, Mr. Yuan felt a faint sneer in his heart.
Then he ordered people to move out one fairy source after another that was covered with black cloth.
In the first game, he asked Wang Nan to play.
The elegant monk asked a female monk to come on stage.
Both parties must identify one fairy source among a hundred fairy sources within ten breaths, and then bet on the contents inside.
Whichever side has higher value will win. This is very simple, but it also requires the vision of the Xianyuan Master.
Everyone knows that before today, Wang Nan must have observed these fairy sources countless times.
Now it only depends on the methods of these four people. If they can really find a fairy source that can defeat Wang Nan within ten breaths.
Then those previous market losers are not unjust either.
As the competition begins.
Pieces of black cloth were torn off.
Wang Nan pretended for a few moments before planning to choose the fairy source he had chosen.
As a result, the other party struck faster than him, and the female cultivator came directly to the fairy source:
"That's it."
Wang Nan was slightly startled, with a flash of disbelief in his eyes.
Even Mr. Yuan was a little surprised.
"Wang Nan should have taken a fancy to this fairy source before. The other party is really quite capable."
"No wonder all those cities lost to these four people before. Who are they?"
"I have never heard that there is such a powerful Immortal Master in the Holy Immortal Dynasty... could it be..."
Xianyuan bosses from all sides secretly guessed.
Wang Nan's face looked a little ugly, so he could only retreat and choose another fairy source this time.
The process of unraveling the stone is the most thrilling.
Everyone looked attentively as they watched the two immortal sources being slowly untied.
Fang Chen's spirit had already left his body and was observing his surroundings in the void.
There is a place in the void that gives people a rather strange feeling. If Fang Chen had not been in an out-of-body state at the moment, he might not have been able to sense this.
"The eighth-level immortal of the Shinto Sect?"
Fang Chen's expression changed.
the other side.
He vaguely saw many figures gathering towards this place quietly.
These monks all belong to the Great Compassion Army.
The green-robed monk and the four sixth-level fallen immortals below have been in the Four Seas Immortal Source Shop from the beginning, without showing any signs of aura, like dormant poisonous snakes, ready to ambush their prey at any time.
With his soul returning, Fang Chen immediately saw the faces of the two brothers Wang Nan turned green.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, it's your turn."
Young Master Yuan looked gloomy and nodded gently to Fang Chen, but he was worried in his heart as to why the Great Bei Army still didn't take action.
If he loses after the bet is over and the Great Bei Army takes action again... the loss of reputation will still be irreparable.
If your Immortal Source Master is not good, who would believe that the quality of the Immortal Source you sell will be high?
"Have the two fellow Taoists been defeated so quickly?"
Fang Chen looked at the two Wang Nan brothers, a little surprised.
The two brothers looked very ugly and almost exploded when they heard this. Fortunately, they knew that today's occasion was special, so they calmed down.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, as long as we can win one game, we will win. This time... I hope you can do your best."
Young Master Yuan looked at Fang Chen and said with a solemn expression.
Fang Chen walked slowly to Xianyuan without commenting. His opponent was still the female cultivator who defeated the two brothers Wang Nan.
This was the last competition, and everyone was a little nervous. Although some people wanted to see Mr. Yuan make a joke, they also knew the truth behind the cold lips.
At this moment, everyone hopes that Mr. Yuan can win a game and win this bet, so as not to burn himself.
Just when the two sides were about to start the final bet on Xianyuan, a solemn voice sounded in the air.
"The Great Compassion Army is doing its work, and all the idle people are staying away!"
The Great Sorrow Army is at work!?
Before anyone could react, the wolf-like and tiger-like Great Bei Army rushed into Sihai Xianyuan Pu and surrounded the four people.
At the same time, the green-robed monk also led four rank-6 fallen immortals slowly down to the second floor.
His hands were hidden in the sleeves of his robe, and the robe floated gently as he walked. The aura of a seventh-level ancient immortal was like a mountain, pressing down on everyone's hearts.
"I'm a little out of breath...is this...a seventh-turn ancient immortal?"
Everyone's eyes were horrified.
Can't figure out what happened at all.
Young Master Yuan was overjoyed at this moment. With a thought in his mind, he walked up to the green-robed monk with a smile and cupped his hands:
"Fortunately, I have lived up to my command and seduced these four into a trap."
"Wait a minute!? Are these the top brass of the Great Tragedy Army!?"
Everyone reacted one after another, and a turmoil arose in their hearts. How could this bet attract the high-ranking officials of the Great Tragedy Army?
Why does it seem that Master Yuan has a close relationship with the senior leaders of the Great Bei Army and participated in this operation?
He saw that everyone was looking at him with solemn eyes, astonishment, fear, and disbelief.
The corners of Young Master Yuan's mouth slightly raised, feeling proud of himself.
The green-robed monk looked at Young Master Yuan indifferently, a hint of amusement flashed deep in his eyes, and then nodded slowly:
"Well, with your cooperation this time, our operation went quite smoothly. Please step aside and reward us based on our merits after we finish handling today's matters."
"yes!"
Mr. Yuan immediately stood aside.
The two brothers Wang Nan and the fourth-level immortal looked at each other, with surprise suddenly filling their eyes.
It turns out that there is another story behind this bet!?
In other words... there is no need to continue the bet now, and they do not count as losing to these four people.
And these four people are the targets that the Great Bei Army wants to capture?
The Great Compassion Army, which poured in like a tide, had surrounded the four people tightly.
"Anyone who has nothing to do with these four evil immortals, please get out."
The green-robed monk said calmly.
Evil fairy!?
Are these four evil spirits?
The big bosses of Xianyuanfang finally came to their senses, and then looked at the four of them with gloating eyes and left in a hurry.
Fang Chen naturally didn't want to stay here any longer, so he turned around and left. He went to a teahouse a little further away and got out of his body to watch the situation.
Young Master Yuan noticed that Fang Chen had left Sihai Xianyuan Shop, and didn't think much about it. Instead, he felt that it was a good thing that he didn't stay here, so as not to let the word out and take away the favor.
Soon there were only four Shinto monks, the Great Bei Army monks, Master Yuan and his three men left in the Sihai Xianyuan Shop.
"My lord, is there any misunderstanding?"
The elegant monk glanced at the nearby Great Compassion Army, his eyes fell on the green-robed monk, and he cupped his hands.
The green-robed monk said softly without saying much:
"Take it."
The situation became tense instantly, and in almost the blink of an eye, the entire Sihai Xianyuan Pavilion fell apart and collapsed.
The four Shinto monks also rushed into the air, followed by a group of Great Compassion Army.
"The four of you will also catch up. Don't be afraid, the commander has arrived."
The green-robed monk gave instructions casually.
The four level six fallen immortals looked at each other, laughed ferociously, and chased after the four Shinto monks.