When the handicap opens on the south side of the arena, who dares to buy a disciple of the Demon Cult to win?
Ye Xiaochuan invested 3,000 taels with a wave of his hand and took over the entire market, becoming the largest behind-the-scenes owner of the market.
Bailiyuan also wanted to get involved, but was spat on by Ye Xiaochuan. As a result, Bailiyuan pinched his ears and snatched away 10% of the share.
While the elders on the stage were still reading out the long rules of the battle, Ye Xiaochuan and a group of younger brothers frantically restrained their bets. As long as the righteous disciples placed bets, they would not refuse anyone who came, no matter how much they were.
When the righteous disciples had almost 6,000 taels of silver in their books, Ye Xiaochuan asked Xiaochi to go to the demon sect disciples to make an offer.
The central axis divides Duantian Cliff into two. The righteous path is in the south and the Demon Sect is in the north. No disciple can cross it, but Xiaochi is definitely not among them. She is a demon clan and does not belong to the righteous path or the Demon Sect.
Do you see Xiaochi’s mother Yao Xiaofu sitting in the middle seat, chatting and laughing with a group of righteous demon sect bosses?
Xiaochi held up the sign and jumped across the central axis. There were not many people who didn't know that she was a fox demon, so no one was together. The central axis that firmly separated the good and evil disciples was of no use to her.
Ye Xiaochuan stood on the edge of the central axis and started keeping accounts.
Although the disciples of the Righteous Dao and the Demonic Cult are at odds with each other, when it comes to gambling, there is almost no gap between the two. As expected, the Demonic Cult disciples shouted and took out their money bags and placed bets on the victory of the Demonic Cult disciple on the 8th ring.
It was only half a stick of incense when the demon sect disciple actually bet three thousand taels.
Ye Xiaochuan immediately asked Xiaochi to stop collecting gambling money. He could not accept any more disciples from the Demon Cult. If he continued to collect gambling money, he would probably lose money.
The righteous disciples got 6,000 taels, and the demon sect got 3,000 taels. The disciples of the righteous path won, and Ye Xiaochuan lost 3,000 taels. The disciples of the demon sect won, and Ye Xiaochuan and others made a profit of 3,000 taels.
In this competition, Ye Xiaochuan is more optimistic about the guy from the Demon Sect. Among the good and evil disciples of the same realm under the Lingji Realm, the Demon Sect disciples are often more powerful than the righteous disciples. This is the lesson of blood and tears. Ye Xiaochuan feels that he
Coming to Duantianya to make a name for yourself is secondary, making money by opening the market is what you should do.
The ten fighting arenas rang with the sound of morning bells and evening drums. The elders who had read out the rules of the fighting for most of the day walked off the stage one after another. There was an elder guarding the formation in the four corners of each arena to prevent the enchantment of the arena from being blocked.
The contestants fight with their true energy to rush away and injure the surrounding disciples watching the battle. Each one also has an elder referee and an assistant referee, so there are at least six elders around each ring.
Ye Xiaochuan's master, Zui Taoist, moved a chair and got a job as a guard of the barrier formation. The arena barrier could withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of two Lingji realm masters. There were few barriers in history.
The precedent was set aside, so now he is very free. He is sitting on the chair of the Grand Master, squinting his eyes, and drinking the wine from the wine gourd one sip after another.
That wine gourd is some kind of immortal treasure, and it can't hold hundreds of jars of fine wine, so no matter how much the old drunkard drinks it himself, he never seems to be able to finish it.
He was sitting on the edge of the ring in position nine, and easily saw Ye Xiaochuan standing on the edge of the central axis, sending Xiaochi to the north of the central axis to collect bets from the Demon Cult disciples.
It was not just the drunk Taoist who felt embarrassed. Yang Jiu also covered his face and did not dare to look at anyone. The senior brother he admired, Ye Xiaochuan, did not focus on the martial arts competition. Instead, he recruited a bunch of friends to open a gambling stall.
I asked Yang Jiujiu to hide away with Wang Cai in hand, trying to give others the illusion that I was not familiar with those guys.
Of course, it's not just the No. 8 arena that is open for bets. Many disciples from the other nine arenas also bet in private, which can be considered as an added bonus.
All the disturbances and intrigues could not change the pace of the 68th Duantianya Fighting Ceremony. The noise gradually became quieter. As the referees and elders of each arena shook the copper bells in their hands, two people in the ten arenas
Ten young masters bowed down and clasped their fists politely, bowed deeply to each other, and then announced their homes.
The righteous disciple on the 8th stage is wearing a blue shirt and long robe, with his hair tied up and tied in a crown. He looks to be in his twenties and has a good figure, but he is a bit shabby. The handsome young man and the charming fairy are standing there.
There are actually not many people in the vast world of cultivation. Most of the people are mediocre in appearance, like Yunqiyou. There are only a few people with outstanding appearances such as Yang Ling'er, Gu Jianchi, and Li Xuanyin.
Ye Xiaochuan is dark and handsome. He is not actually handsome, but he thinks he is handsome.
The righteous disciple bowed deeply and said, "Yang Qiming, a disciple of the righteous Lingxiao sect."
The demon sect disciple opposite grinned. He was better-looking than Yang Qiming, and he showed his big white teeth when he smiled.
He saluted and said with a smile: "I am a young man from the Five Poison Sect of the Holy Sect. Please give me some advice from Young Master Yang."
Ye Xiaochuan has recently heard about a very powerful person, Qing Yan from the Five Poison Sect of the Demon Sect, who is an absolute young master. After Qing Hui reported his family status, Ye Xiaochuan immediately thought in his mind, what is the relationship between this guy and Qing Yan?
?Could they be brothers?
Ye Xiaochuan knew about the Lingxiao Sect, and he had no favorable impression of the Lingxiao Sect just like the Seven Star Sect.
The Lingxiao Sect is located in the north of the Kunlun Mountains and the southwest of the Tianshan Mountains. It is slightly stronger than the Seven Star Sect. Due to geographical reasons, the Lingxiao Sect follows the Xuantian Sect of the Kunlun Mountains. As long as the righteous sect has good relations with the Xuantian Sect, Cangyun
None of his disciples like him very much.
On the south side of Arena No. 8, there are many disciples from the Cangyun Sect who are waiting for Ning Xiangruo to appear in the next game, and they are basically gathered here. Although these guys show their support for Yang Qiming on the surface, in their hearts they are mostly hoping that Yang Qiming will lose.
Lose.
The fight has begun. After the salutes from both sides, Qing Hui was the first to take action. Demonic Cult disciples have always been known for their bravery and ruthlessness. A ghost-headed demon sword was instantly unsheathed. Qing Hui seemed to be left-handed, holding the handle of the sword with his left hand.
, the body rose up from the ground, splitting Huashan with a simple move, hitting Yang Qiming in front.
The ghost-headed demon sword is the most common magic weapon for disciples of the demon sect, just like the most common magic weapon for righteous disciples is the fairy sword.
Yang Qiming saw the ghost-headed demon sword in Qing Hui's hand glowing with black light, but he was unwilling to take even half a step back in the first round, lest he lose the face of his master.
With a stagger, the sword flashed and he blocked upwards.
It is said that the sword moves lightly and the sword moves thickly.
When the swordsman and the swordsman compete in strength, the swordsman must have the advantage, not to mention that the black and steamy ghost-headed demon sword cuts from top to bottom, with full force.
There was a sharp and loud click, the swords collided, and a hard stone slab under Yang Qiming's feet shattered.
The sword pressed against the immortal sword, Qing Hui was in mid-air and kicked six times decisively, each kick hitting Yang Qiming's chest.