Two days later, the usually peaceful sect competition ground located on a side peak of Zhen Gang Gate's Zhen Long Peak, despite the scorching sun, was unusually lively today.
Before long, some disciples with different costumes entered the sect's competition ground one after another, most of them wearing gray clothes.
Followed by the disciples dressed in silver, there were two or three disciples dressed in green. After a while, hundreds of people gathered in the sect's competition ground, familiar ones gathered together in twos and threes.
, talking about something.
If someone listens carefully one by one, they will find that everyone is talking about the same topic - that is, the recently famous sect's 'genius golden-clothed elite disciple' Ling Dong, whose cultivation level is only at the Huaxing level, and the former golden-clothed disciple
, the silver-clad disciple Guan Minghua’s battle for the throne is revealed!
"Is there any comparison between the first level of Huaxing and the sixth level of Huaxing? The result of the battle is clear at a glance. If I hadn't come here to earn a few spiritual crystals for Senior Brother Shang's iron village today, I wouldn't want to waste my time here at all!
"A silver-clothed disciple said in a low voice.
"I also came here for Senior Brother Shang's Iron Village. However, the outcome is so obvious today. I wonder if Senior Brother Shang dares to set odds of 1 to 1?"
"Have you heard about this? Senior Brother Ling Dong Ling is a big fool! The leader has already issued an order, saying that without his consent, within five years, no one can challenge him to compete for the throne.
war.
But this guy, I don’t know what was going on in his head, he actually agreed in a hurry! He just let Guan Minghua get a big deal. It’s a pity. If I hadn’t found out too late and made an appointment with him first, I would have ended up with him.
Even if I can experience the luxurious life of a gold-robed disciple for half a year!" A silver-robed disciple sighed helplessly.
Another person on the side also sighed: "Yes, the golden-robed disciple of the first level of Huaxing. He is definitely the golden-robed disciple with the lowest cultivation level in the history of Zhen Gang Sect. Any silver-robed disciple can defeat him. It's a pity.
"
"Guys, don't underestimate this Ling Dong. Over the years, the warriors who have practiced in the lower realm and survived the thunder catastrophe of the stars are so much better than the local warriors in the Wood Realm! In the lower realm, it is definitely the same.
A top existence is definitely not stupid. And there must be something magical about him being directly designated as an elite disciple in golden clothes by the master."
"Oh, if the third level of Huaxing is against the sixth level, with some powerful secret techniques, it is barely possible to win. But if the first level of Huaxing is against the sixth level of Huaxing, the gap is too big. It is simply impossible."
While these people were chatting, an old man in silver clothes standing aside with a rather simple face frowned and said: "Brothers, the Ling Dong you are talking about comes from Tiangang Continent?"
"Come from the Tiangang Continent? There seems to be such a theory. By the way, Guan Xingzi, you are also from the Tiangang Continent. Do you know anything about this Ling Dynasty?" Everyone asked.
"If Ling Dong really comes from Tiangang Continent, he might have a chance to win!" A trace of memory flashed in Guan Xingzi's eyes. He seemed to be recalling the shock that Ling Dong brought to him when he was in Tiangang Continent.
When they heard what Guan Xingzi said, those people got excited and hurriedly surrounded Guan Xingzi and said, "Guan Xingzi, tell me, what's so special about Ling Dong? How do you judge his chances of winning? He
What is your status in Tiangang Continent?"
"There is nothing magical about this." The Star Gazing Ancestor is not a talkative person. Although he knows some of Ling Dong's secrets, he does not want to publicize it. After thinking about it, the Star Gazing Ancestor said rather shyly: "In Tiangang Continent,
, that Ling Dong is actually my direct disciple!"
"Hahahahaha"
As soon as the Star Gazing Ancestor said this, the few silver-clothed disciples who surrounded the Star Gazing Ancestor burst into laughter. They pointed at the Star Gazing Ancestor one by one, as if they had heard something extremely ridiculous.
"I'm talking about Xingxingzi, you, the master, are just an elite disciple in silver clothes, and you are also an elite disciple in silver clothes, ranking behind the hundredth, and your direct disciple still wants to defeat a gold-clothed disciple of the sixth level of Huaxing?
Hahahaha, it made me laugh to death, it made me laugh to death.”
Seeing everyone's laughter, the ancestor of Star Gazing looked a little ugly, but he was not angry. When he was thinking about something secretly, many disciples in silver and gray suddenly stood up, turned around, and shouted in unison in one direction in the sky.
He said: "I have met Senior Brother Shang!"
At this time, even Guan Minghua, who was sitting cross-legged in the sect's competition ground with his eyes closed and waiting for Ling Dong to come, also stood up and greeted him in the sky.
I saw a long blue rainbow coming from the sky, and the red clothes on the cuffs were particularly eye-catching.
"Haha, I have thanked you for waiting so long!" The blue rainbow fell in an instant. The moment it fell to the ground, a broad-faced man was smiling and saying hello to many brothers. And those who were waiting were waiting for him.
The disciples in silver and gray here are all beaming with joy, and are proud that Senior Brother Shang is nodding to them!
The sect's competition ground was noisy for a while because of the arrival of Senior Brother Shang. However, as Senior Brother Shang shook his hands and took out a desk, paper and pen, and waited for the Four Treasures of the Study, all the Zhen Gang Sect disciples present fell silent.
Come down.
"Junior brother in silver, Guan Minghua, challenged the newly promoted junior in gold, Ling Dong, to compete for the throne. However, Shang came to join in the fun and give the fellow brothers some fun by opening a small village. Everyone knows the rules.
, you can press as much as you want, there is no limit! Pay the spiritual crystals on the spot, and there will be no default!" Senior Brother Shang said loudly.
"Odds, Senior Brother Shang, what are the odds?" A few bold disciples asked loudly.
"There is a huge disparity in strength between the two junior brothers today. If Guan Minghua wins, he will pay one point to one, and if Ling Dong wins, he will pay five to one! At the same time, according to the old rules, every time the number of bets between the two parties exceeds one thousand low-grade spiritual crystals, the odds will be
Increase and decrease by one tenth! Below, brothers and sisters who are interested in having fun can come to me to bet!"
With a flick of his sleeve, Senior Brother Shang sat there, with an aura of calmness and self-power, which also made the disciples present who wanted to place bets become extremely quiet and lined up in order to place bets.
Among the many disciples who bet on the bet, almost all of them were determined. They had already decided on who would win, and it was definitely Guan Minghua who would win.
Although Guan Minghua's odds would be lower, and everyone's income would be very limited. But mosquito meat is also meat, and if you don't make money, you won't make money. Today, Brother Shang's iron village is basically here to give away money.
However, there were also a few people whose eyes were wandering and anxious, as if they had not yet determined who they wanted to bet on to win. Among them, the most eye-catching ones were the Star Gazing Ancestor and Yang Cheng, the disciple who had brought Ling Dong back that day.
Hearing the disciples next to Senior Brother Shang chanting the promise loudly, all of them with clear expressions suppressing Ming Huasheng, coupled with the ridicule of many senior brothers around him, made Patriarch Guanxing feel very unhappy.
"My former disciple, if I don't care, who will care for you? Even if you lose everything today, you still have to earn this breath!" No matter how well-mannered the Star Gazing Ancestor is, he became sulky under the multiple stimulations at this time.
There was a desire to fight for a breath.
When the time was almost right, he strode to Senior Brother Shang's gambling table and said, "Senior Brother Shang, I bet Ling Dong to win, fifty yuan of middle-grade spiritual crystals!"
This is almost all the net worth of the ancestor of Star Gazing. When the ancestor of Star Gazing came from Tiangang Continent, he brought a little with him, and combined with the accumulation of these seven or eight years, he has this little wealth. Today, he has gained it all.
.
Of course, the Star Watching Ancestor is not the kind of impulsive person. From Ling Dong’s past deeds and understanding of this matter, he found that Ling Dong did not refuse the challenge of Guan Minghua with the order of the head. The Star Watching Old Ancestor
Zu instinctively felt that there was some mystery in this.
If Ling Dong wins, the current odds of Ling Dong have skyrocketed to 1 to 10, and his stargazing ancestor will make a fortune.
It was this thought and the urge to compete for words that made the stargazing ancestor place this big order.
"Guanxingzi, bet on Lingdong to win, fifty pieces of middle-grade spiritual crystals!"
The moment this chant came out, among the silver-clothed disciples below, there was a taunt: "Idiot!"
"The Star Watcher has lived like a dog for hundreds of years. This is not how a prodigal family is ruined."
In such a voice, the stargazing ancestor moved aside with an ugly face, looking at the sky, looking forward to Ling Dong's arrival.
When Stargazing Ancestor made his decision, Yang Cheng was also struggling hard. He was considering whether to bet on Ling Dong or not?
After all, Ling Dong's miraculous ability to absorb 70% of the star-forming spiritual mist was witnessed by him with his own eyes, and his current net worth of more than two hundred yuan of mid-grade spiritual crystals was all earned by Ling Dong.
But today's strength was too high. Even though Yang Cheng felt that his feelings were always accurate, the facts he saw with his eyes were undeniable.
"Should I deposit it or not?" Yang Cheng kept asking himself.
"Opportunities will always only be reserved for a few people! In Huaxing Pool, when I bet on Ling Dong, who would believe that I would bet correctly?" After muttering silently, Yang Cheng strode forward and bet two hundred.
There are still dozens of mid-grade spiritual crystals left, which can be regarded as leaving a way out for myself. Even if I lose them all, I will not become a pauper!
Yang Cheng's generosity naturally attracted ridicule and scolding from a group of disciples in silver. If Yang Cheng's identity was not there, I am afraid some disciples in gray would also want to call Yang Cheng a fool.
Guan Minghua, who was sitting in the middle of the sect's competition ground, looked at the gambling table and wanted to make a little fortune, but he couldn't, and he was extremely depressed.
A Qiankun ring beside him contained five hundred pieces of middle-grade spiritual crystals. Guan Minghua had been begging his grandfather and grandma for the past two days, borrowing money from all his friends, owing favors to the old man, and selling off a lot of hidden treasures.
In order to buy elixir materials, he even borrowed 100 yuan of mid-grade spiritual crystals with high interest rates. If he used them for one day, he would have to pay the interest of one mid-grade spiritual crystal, which made Guan Minghua feel pain.
But he fought hard for that elite disciple in golden clothes!
As Yang Cheng calculated, as a golden-clothed elite disciple for five years, he would definitely enjoy more than a thousand middle-grade spiritual crystals. If you add in the privileges of those golden-clothed elite disciples, it would be more than two to three thousand mid-grade spiritual crystals.
"Why haven't you come yet?" Seeing that the time was almost up and Ling Dong still hadn't come, Guan Minghua became anxious.
However, after Guan Minghua turned around and glanced at Senior Brother Shang who was setting up a village, he smiled: "Hey, this Feng, I have spread the news throughout the sect for you. If Ling Dong dares not to come today or regrets it, don't tell me.
In the future you will not be able to hold your head high and be a good person in the Zhen Gang Sect. Even if you are a senior fellow apprentice Shang, you will not be able to pass it first!"
"Coming!"
Guan Minghua was smiling when he suddenly heard a shout. When he looked up at the sky, he couldn't help but be overjoyed!
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