All the female apprentices want to kill me Chapter 206 Today, we fight to return to the peak of virtual reality! The decisive battle to reach the Immortal Platform (11)
Chapter 206 Today, we fight to return to the peak of virtual reality! The decisive battle to reach the Immortal Platform (11)
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Xiao Ruoqing looked at the master with a strange expression. As soon as it was over, he hurriedly took the three junior sisters to the gambling house.
Ignoring the doubtful looks on the three disciples' faces, Su Bei looked at the various situations in the gambling house.
——From ecstasy to despair, or on the contrary, people's destiny is casually abandoned here, and it feels like you can see everything clearly just by being in it.
But one of the director's tables was surrounded by people. Su Bei's eyes lit up, and he knew that this was what he was looking for.
A disciple of Duobao Pavilion who looked like a waiter said to the crowded crowd with a smile on his face:
"What I have in my hands is Duobao Pavilion's first-hand information on the research on the strength of each sect!"
"It records in detail the strength of the participating elders of each sect. Many people have already made a fortune relying on the research data of my Duobao Pavilion!"
"This battle on Sendai is an opportunity not to be missed!"
"..."
Hearing what he said, he had been selling first-hand information for some time. Su Bei took a piece of information with some curiosity, which described various monk information.
Such as: Wu Hua Que, Lin Duo, half-step to the realm of Hedao, good at Kung Fu: 'Great Sun Mantra Wu Hua Jue Kung Fu', who fought against Li Yuanmen, the fourth elder of Yuan Zong a hundred years ago...
Dao Zong, Tong Xiu, half-step to the realm of Hedao, known as the first person under Hedao, good at the exercises: "Three Pure True Methods".
...
Just by glancing at it, Su Bei knew that it had no practical significance at all, and he could probably deceive these low-level people. However, he didn't make it up, and the above was generally true.
He casually handed the booklet to Xiao Ruoqing beside him, then looked at the push rail boards, which showed the betting status of several battles in the next few days.
Just when Su Bei was studying and pondering, he heard Xiao Ruoqing burst into laughter. He turned his head and looked at the three of them, and found that they were all trying to hold back their laughter, but couldn't.
Look at yourself.
——Even the corners of Mo Li's mouth curved for the first time.
Su Bei frowned and said with some confusion:
"What's wrong? Are you so happy?"
Xiao Ruoqing took a deep breath, looked at the booklet in her hand seriously, then raised her head and glanced at Su Bei, and read aloud:
"Su Bei, the fifth elder of the Sword Sect! His strength is unknown! According to rumors, he is only in the middle stage of divine transformation. However, every time he appears in front of everyone, he refreshes the sects' understanding with a new strength. Judging from the currently available information,
The realm is the middle stage of returning to virtual reality!"
As he spoke, his tone became more and more passionate, and his eyes were full of deep meaning.
Su Bei's expression suddenly became strange, cold sweat overflowed from his palms, and his body trembled subconsciously.
"The swordsmanship practiced by Elder Su is one of the most invincible mental methods in the world. Because of his unparalleled personality charm, he was recognized as the master of the Qingping Sword, the most precious treasure of the Sword Sect. He was known as the Immortal of Poetry decades ago.
, discussed Taoism at the Confucian Taoist platform, fought with Confucian scholars, and wrote more than a dozen poems that have been handed down in one day..."
"He is even more charming and handsome. I once said that the most handsome men in the world are all in a fight. North Jiangsu has one fight with three points, and the people in the world especially owe it three points. There is also a group of admirers called ibe, who are in the entire twenty-one states.
It can be said to be..."
Su Bei's toes clenched hard on the soles of his shoes, and he looked at the eloquent prodigal disciple with a black expression on his face. He stepped forward to grab the pamphlet, but Xiao Ruoqing turned around and avoided Su Bei's hand.
Dashou finally couldn't hold back his smile and continued to read:
"Geez, this time Elder Su is even more like a dark horse breaking out of a tight siege, fighting twelve monks in the middle stage of returning to the void. His heart is great, his mind is broad, and he is all-encompassing."
"It is actually the light of hope for the twenty-one states. He stood in front of a group of small sect disciples in the temple and said those words that shocked the world..."
"..."
The hairs all over Su Bei's body stood up. Xiao Ruoqing's voice was like a magic sound that penetrated all the layers of protection in Su Bei's body. He only felt that his Taoist heart was damaged. He scratched his ears and cheeks, and had nowhere to put his hands... This feeling was like
It was like someone discovered the diary he wrote in his second year of high school and then read it aloud to the public.
My toes were awkwardly unprotected, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
"Stop it!"
Su Bei forced himself to calm down, and the state of selflessness was released. He felt as if he were a fairy. He picked up the booklet from Xiao Ruoqing's hand lightly, as if there was no one around, and tore it off bit by bit, with crooked eyebrows:
"My good disciple, I am such a good disciple. I will treat you to a goldfish tonight."
"..."
For some reason, when Xiao Ruoqing looked at Su Bei's expression, it was obviously a smile, but a kind of creepy coldness instantly spread throughout her body.
"Master is so great!"
"My disciple is also great!"
"Master is overly praised."
"Disciple, too."
"Master, everything is fine. There are still two booklets in my apprentice's ring."
"..."
...
The gambling house was still in full swing, and each monk turned red and analyzed various things. A fat man patted Su Bei's shoulder familiarly, glanced at the fist-sized bump on his head next to him, and slapped
Woman in bandage mask.
He looked at the mask on Su Bei's head again. Although it was a little strange, he still patted his chest and said:
"Brother, do you believe Fatty? Fatty has been studying for several days, and in this battle between the sword sect and the sword sect, the sword sect will definitely win!"
"But if you just bet on the Sword Sect, you won't make much money at all. You see, the Sword Sect's odds are almost 1 to 12 now. If you believe Fatty, just bet on the Sword Sect to win against the four people in the end. The Sword Sect will win in the end.
Mo, Liu Yidao, Wang Chuan, Shi Zhen!"
"..."
Listening to the fat man talking about his analysis, Su Bei suddenly said:
"The Duobaoge family is so big that they won't default on their debts..."
The fat man was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said:
"Brother, you are really interesting. How could the Duobaoge family be so successful without your few spiritual stones?"
"..."
Su Bei nodded in agreement, patted the fat man's shoulder to show approval, then walked forward, found a maid from Duobao Pavilion, handed over a storage ring in her hand, and roughly
He spoke in a low voice:
"In the battle between the Sword Sect and the Sword Sect, I bet on the Sword Sect to win. There are five hundred thousand spiritual stones in the ring."
"..."
The fat man next to him was stunned for a moment, sweating profusely as he looked at the rich wronged man next to him.
"You... you have money and you still play like this?"
"Then why does Jian Zong win? Don't bet just because the odds are high. You can raise the odds of the market right now..."
Five hundred thousand spiritual stones were taken out at the drop of a hat? Didn’t he meet the elders of some big sects?
As soon as Su Bei finished speaking, the maid in front of him looked confused. She felt as if her brain had shut down. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and after detecting the five hundred thousand spirit stones through her spiritual consciousness, her eyes instantly bloomed.
Two copper coins, then looked at Su Bei with charming eyes, and said softly:
"Is this gentleman sure? This is half a million spiritual stones..."
Su Bei nodded.
The maid pretended to rub herself against Su Bei and said in a cooing voice:
"Sir, this amount is too large. The slave family cannot make the decision without authorization. We need to find a supervisor for you. Please sit here for a while, sir!"
Xiao Ruoqing snorted coldly and said lightly:
"Then go quickly!"
"..."
The fat man looked at this man who was an injustice with confusion on his face. Could it be that he was Duobao Pavilion's trustee?
Looking at his confident look, he looked at the thousand spirit stones left in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then unexpectedly said:
"Um... I will also take care of the Sword Sect and eight hundred spirit stones!"
...
The supervisor of Duobao Pavilion respectfully sent Su Bei, the God of Wealth, out of the gambling house with a smile on his face. He just felt that he had never seen such a stupid person these days?
The various data on the push bar changed instantly, and the odds between the Sword Sect and the Dao Sect changed from 1:12 to 1:60!
The casino was noisy, mixed with various voices of analysis:
"???Which God of Wealth donated the money?"
"Quick, quick, quick, I'll bet on a house, and I'll bet on Dao Zongsheng!"
"I follow two sets..."
"Want some pants?"
Su Bei left the gambling house, holding in his hand a jade plaque engraved with the words "Duobao Pavilion" and a jade seal. This was his certificate.
The bright moon hung high, Su Bei's eyes looked at the river not far away, and murmured to himself:
"The peak of returning to virtual reality..."
"It should work."
——The five hundred thousand was pledged to myself.
The next day, everything seemed to go as planned. Wuhua Que defeated Duobao Pavilion, and a total of four people were promoted. This was expected by everyone.
After all, how could Duobao Pavilion be able to resist two half-step masters?
That night, Su Bei sat cross-legged on the bed quietly, breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in a serious manner. The Great Desolation Sutra was placed beside him.
"I'm so tired. They say that practicing and absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is more enjoyable than anything else. Why don't you feel anything at all?"
Su Bei sighed. As expected, he was not that material. He casually took the Great Desolation Scripture:
"Let's take a look at the techniques..."
After a few breaths.
Sleep peacefully.
I don't know how long it took, Su Bei suddenly opened his eyes. Everything in front of him was like smoke and fog. Thick black smoke was rising from the ruins of the wall beside him. It was vaguely visible at the Bujian Peak.
The man in the picture is still that familiar figure from behind.
The sword rain filled the sky, and it seemed that he could see the thousands of feet of shadow in front of him!
Just watching, the terrifying pressure made me tremble.
This time, he glanced back briefly, revealing his handsome face, tightly pursed lips, and a familiar smile. There was also a touch of tenderness in his eyes as deep as the abyss!
"You came?"
"I am coming?"
Su Bei's heart was shocked. The figure under the rain of swords in the sky was actually him.
Am I coming? Or are you coming?
What is all this... exactly?
The next moment, the smoke dissipated, leaving nothing but nothingness in the world.
Su Bei suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath. Everything in the dream was shocking!
It was just dawn outside the window and it was not yet bright.
Su Bei stared at the Great Desolation Book and said nothing for a long time.
——Twice, I had dreams all because of this technique.
Taking a deep breath, I looked at the willow tree outside the window. Birds were chirping, the breeze was blowing, the sun had not yet risen, and the moon had not yet set.
Outside the bamboo window, the sun and moon shine together.
"Maybe it's reminding yourself of something?"
But, what is everything in my dream? The past? Or the future?
After tidying up his clothes and placing the Great Wilderness Sutra on the square table made of huanghuali wood, Su Bei wiped the Qingping Sword, the sword sect's most precious treasure, and then sighed softly:
"After climbing the Immortal Platform, I met Brother Ji once in Dongting Stream. I must go to Nanfeng Ancient Country once..."
"It's funny, since I came to this world, I haven't seen all the famous mountains and rivers."
"Qingping Sword, let's talk about it, am I the most useless among all the sword masters who have accompanied you?"
"..."
This is a sentence that is half self-deprecating and half self-questioning.
Su Bei carefully put it away from his waist, walked to the huanghuali wood table, looked at the wolf hairs on it, and somehow became interested, and swayed it on the white wall:
"The strong wine enters the intestines, and hundreds of poems are brewed before it is brewed, and a sword spirit roars."
"..."
The Qingping Sword flashed for a moment and seemed to be trembling.
"Today, we will fight to return to the peak of virtual reality!"