Looking at the appearance of the blood dragon and horse, the second elder's beard became angry.
It was just that the most essential crescent meat of the snow dragon fish was taken away by Lin Yun. Now most of the pot of snow dragon fish, including the meat and soup, had been swallowed by the blood dragon horse.
"You idiot, are you even going to eat the pot?"
Lin Yun smiled helplessly as he looked at the blood dragon horse devouring the food and the empty iron pot.
Wow!
Lin Yun put the pot down and suddenly felt unbearably hot all over his body, and his blood was boiling. The injuries in his body were recovering like crazy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The initial level of cultivation at the tenth level of Xuanwu actually became completely stable in a short period of time.
But the heat was unbearable, and his body felt like it was on fire. When he saw the wine jar on the ground, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"stop!"
The fat old man's face changed greatly and he quickly shouted to stop.
But Lin Yun couldn't care so much. He picked it up on the spot and poured it into his throat, and a chilly coolness swept through his body.
I felt relaxed all over my body and couldn't help but look overjoyed.
Putting down the empty wine jar, his pale face turned rosy, and he felt refreshed and energetic.
With a satisfied smile on his face, Lin Yun said with a smile: "Thirteenth Master, what kind of wine is this, please have another jar."
Master Thirteen stroked his beard and said with a smile: "One more? Didn't you see that an old guy was about to vomit blood? Hahaha."
Lin Yun's face changed slightly. He looked carefully and saw that the fat old man's face had completely turned dark.
"Bring it!"
The fat old man grabbed the wine jar unceremoniously, only to find that the wine jar was empty, with not a drop left.
"Pavilion Master, I'm sorry. Next time I have a chance, I'll return the ten altars to you."
Lin Yun, who felt something was wrong, smiled.
"It took me ten years to brew a jar of Hantan fragrant dew. What do you want to pay for it?"
The fat old man couldn't get rid of his anger and said angrily.
"That's enough, a jar of wine is nothing more than a bottle of wine. Why do you have to drink it? Xiao Linzi, give it a try now."
The Thirteenth Master scolded and said to Lin Yun with a smile on his face.
A punch?
Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, then he clenched his fingers tightly, his whole body of real energy boiled instantly, and he punched out of the air.
Bang!
A loud noise echoed in the Burial Sword Forest. When the fist light hit, a sword bamboo that had been broken into half was uprooted on the spot. Under the impact of the fist light, it shook into powder and disappeared in the wind.
"Mid-level Xuanwu, how is this possible?"
Lin Yun was taken aback and was quite horrified by the power of this punch.
He had just been promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu. After eating a piece of meat and drinking a jar of wine, he had been promoted to the late tenth level of Xuanwu. This felt like a dream and was really unbelievable.
"Haha, why is it impossible?"
The fat old man had a sullen face and snorted coldly: "The best crescent meat from the snow dragon fish and the Hantan fragrant dew that I spent ten years of hard work brewing were all eaten and drank by your kid. What's impossible? This is enough.
Comparable to others, he practiced hard for five years."
"Don't think too much, just have a good sleep first. In the Sword Burial Picture, you might have narrowly escaped death and never had a moment's rest."
Thirteenth Master looked gentle and laughed softly.
"Sleep? What to sleep for..."
Before Lin Yun finished speaking, he felt a wave of drunkenness coming over him, and he slowly became dizzy.
The moonlight was scattered, the night was dark, and the stars in the night sky fell on the sleeping young man. The Thirteenth Master and the fat old man looked at the sleeping young man, and their expressions gradually softened.
After all, he is just a teenager.
"After the Dragon Gate Competition, you and I are leaving. If we can see this little guy reach the top of the list before leaving, we will really have no regrets."
Thirteenth Master's weather-beaten face showed a look of hope, and he seemed particularly relaxed at this moment.
"Do you think it's possible?"
The fat old man found a random stone pier to sit down, looked at the young man, and asked softly.
"Who knows
What? At least, he is much better than you and me back then."
"Even if he barely gets the first place, I'm afraid some people may not give up. These guys would even dare to kill Xin Jue..."
Compared to Master Thirteen, the fat old man's face was slightly more solemn.
"Really? Then don't blame the old man for being angry!"
Thirteenth Master's cloudy eyes flashed with a frightening cold light.
The next morning, Lin Yun regained consciousness, his energy and energy returned to its peak, and he took the blood dragon horse to bid farewell to his two elders.
The Dragon Gate Competition between different groups is about to begin today.
It's still dark, but countless warriors have gathered in the four directions of Longmen Square.
In an inn called Xianyun Tower not far from here, there were also many figures gathered. In addition to the sect disciples, there were also many casual cultivators joining in the fun.
Apart from the fact that Xianyun Tower is an excellent place for sideline matches, there is also a reason why it is so popular. It is also a betting point.
That's right, Wanbao Pavilion and other chambers of commerce jointly took charge of the gambling game, and the betting point was in Xianyun Tower.
First, in the center of the main hall on the first floor of Xianyun Building, there is a huge stone table. On the table, many patterns of birds and animals are carved with exquisite carvings, and are decorated with rare treasures, which is full of nobility.
On the table, there is a quota for a group battle, which is exactly the thirty-two players who will compete in different groups in the Dragon Gate Competition.
If you like someone, you can place a bet on the spot.
In addition, there are bets to predict the top eight, top three, and top spot.
"The odds of the eldest prince Qin Yu are actually getting lower and lower. It seems that Wanbao Pavilion and other chambers of commerce are optimistic about his victory over Master Guan Shan of Shence Camp."
"Yes, Mr. Guan Shan's odds in the quarterfinals were originally one to two, but after meeting Mr. Feiyu, the odds suddenly increased to one to four. You say it's scary or not...the odds of the top one are even higher, and they're actually 1 to 4.
One to six.”
No matter when Liu Sheng abandons the competition, the biggest favorite in this Dragon Gate Competition will always be the eldest prince Qin Yu.
Even if he meets Mr. Guanshan, who is also one of the Eight Lords, the odds will still not increase and his popularity will always be so high.
But even so, some people still chose to vote for Mr. Guan Shan. In their view, as a leader of evildoers cultivated by Shence Camp, Mr. Guan Shan may not be incapable of fighting Qin Yu.
Moreover, his odds are so high that once he wins, it will be the biggest upset.
The remaining ones, Bai Lixuan versus Zuo Yun, and Young Master Yan Xin versus Tang Yuan, were also very popular, and the number of Ling Yu bets was rising steadily.
Just before our eyes, the Dragon Gate Competition is about to begin.
More and more people come to place bets, all wanting to take a good gamble at the last moment.
"The odds between Lin Yun and Mr. Ye are actually one to ten. The homophone of ten means death. Does Wanbao Pavilion think that Lin Yun will definitely die?"
"Haha, these odds are interesting."
"Lin Yun also performed well in the group battle, sweeping all the way. Originally, his odds dropped a lot. But I didn't expect that after meeting Mr. Ye, his odds actually skyrocketed again. It's magical to say the least."
Looking at the odds between Lin Yun and Mr. Ye on the stone table, everyone was talking about it.
In this Dragon Gate competition, Lin Yun is the focus of everyone's attention, and his performance has lived up to everyone's expectations.
At the first stop, he killed Luo Yuhang with one sword, then swept all the way, defeated Tongyuan with the Dragon Tiger Fist, and then counterattacked to defeat Wu Mohan, the dark horse of the Hunyuan Sect, which was impressive.
pity……
Many people shook their heads and sighed. Unfortunately, he met Mr. Ye in a different group battle.
In addition to the odds for different group matches, Lin Yun's odds for the quarterfinals, top three, and top spot are all terrible.
On the stone table, he and Mr. Guan Shan were like brothers. The odds for both of them were extremely miserable. However, if Mr. Guan Shan were here, he would feel a little relieved. After all, his odds were only nine times as high as they were.
Lin Yun's odds reached ten, and even the odds of being at the top of the list were even higher than ten.
It can be said that it is so powerful that it is difficult not to notice.
At this moment, a figure squeezed through the crowd, came to the stone table, and took out hundreds of second-grade spiritual jades on the spot.
Wow!
hundreds of pieces
Second-grade spiritual jade, this was a large sum of money, and it immediately attracted the attention of many people.
“All-in!”
He pushed hard and piled all the second-grade spiritual jade on Lin Yun's identity card.
"Hey, brother, Lin Yun's odds are 1 to 10. He will definitely lose. You are sending money to Wanbao Pavilion in vain." Someone saw this scene and immediately burst out laughing and pointed: "I
I advise you to stick to Young Master Ye Ye. Although the odds are low, you can still win money anyway."
"Hey, I can invest my money however I like."
Needless to say, this young man is naturally Li Wuyou. He made a small profit from betting before.
Now, the battle between different groups is about to begin, so naturally you won’t miss it.
"Huh, idiot. If you are stupid enough to give away so many spiritual jade for nothing, I will guarantee Master Ye's 120th grade spiritual jade, and Lin Yun will die!"
Just at this moment, a cold snort sounded, and Xuantian Sect Tongyuan appeared.
He took out a hundred pieces of second-grade spiritual jade and placed them heavily on Young Master Ye. He looked at Li Wuyou with a mocking expression.
His appearance caused quite a stir.
After all, although he lost to Lin Yun, he also showed his strong strength in that battle, leaving a deep impression on others.
Many people believe that if he had not met Lin Yun, there would have been no surprise for him to qualify in the eighth group.
"I wonder who it is. It turns out he was defeated by my brother. Why, don't you think the humiliation three days ago was not big enough? You have already been defeated. You are still trying to show off your rhetoric on the stage, which is just a laughing stock."
Li Wuyou sneered and retorted.
"Did I say something wrong? It doesn't matter if he beats me. If we meet Mr. Ye, we will inevitably die."
Tongyuan's eyes flashed with a sense of obliteration, and he laughed coldly.
"Bet Lin Yun, three hundred pieces of second-grade spiritual jade."
Just as the two were tit-for-tat, a clear voice came over, but it was Liu Yue from Shence Camp.
With a cold face and an expressionless face, she took out three hundred spiritual jade and bet on Lin Yun. Then she bet one hundred second-grade spiritual jade on Mr. Guan Shan. Suddenly, the amount of their bets increased.
All have increased dramatically.
Especially Lin Yun. The amount of spiritual jade he bet on increased to four hundred spiritual jade out of thin air.
This is already a pretty huge sum. After all, ordinary people come here to bet on first-grade spiritual jade, and second-grade spiritual jade is still quite rare.
"Betting so much, does this little girl like you have a crush on my brother?"
Li Wuyou raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.
"Mind your own business."
Liu Yue glared at the other party and snorted coldly.
Many people in the imperial capital knew about his feud with Lin Yun, and Li Wuyou's question really ignited the gossip among many people.
“So lively.”
Suddenly a bald man emerged from the crowd, and when everyone saw his appearance clearly, their faces showed extreme surprise.
The bald monk was holding a jug of wine in his hand, his facial features were too handsome, and his face was filled with a smile like spring breeze, making him instantly recognizable.
"Young Master Liushang!"
It was Liu Shang who was the top player in the last Dragon Gate competition and who mysteriously retired from the competition this time. He took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "I'll make up the number too."
Click!
With a flick of his finger, a shining, flawless spiritual jade flew out of his hand.
As soon as this spiritual jade appeared, everyone was shocked again. It was a third-grade spiritual jade!
Second-grade spiritual jade is quite rare and can only be seen in the hands of direct descendants of wealthy families and disciples of sects. Many people have never seen third-grade spiritual jade in their lives.
This spiritual jade, in full view of everyone, jumped over the battle between Lin Yun and Mr. Ye, jumped over the top eight, jumped over the top three, and finally landed heavily on the top of the list.
Top of the list!
The crowded crowd in the main hall of Xianyun Tower suddenly took a breath of air-conditioning. This young man was really willful.
Even Liu Yue and Li Wuyou didn't bet on the top spot, and even the top eight didn't bet on it. He actually dared to bet Lin Yun on a third-grade spiritual jade on the top spot.
"That's right at the top of the list. The odds of 1 to 11 are rare in a century."
Liu Shan narrowed his eyes slightly and laughed softly.
