The provocations are repeated again and again, and the words are not surprising but they are endless.
The one-eyed young man took a look at the bench placed in the corner and suddenly raised his right foot.
The next moment, he lifted up the robe hanging under his crotch like a cat and mouse, and said arrogantly: "Think clearly, should I lose money and avoid disaster, or should I get under my crotch."
"One minute, I only give you one minute to think about it. Don't wait until it's too late."
After saying that, he shook his right leg resting on the bench with a shudder, revealing the fluctuations in his sixth-grade True Immortal cultivation.
It was deliberately exposed to Suning, and it was also secretly suppressing Suning.
In the hall, the drinkers who were waiting to watch the show exchanged glasses with each other, showing even more anticipation.
"Old Sun, what do you think?"
"As far as I know, no one who is targeted by Shangguan Yan will end well."
"Three years ago, no, four years ago, at the Wanbao Auction Pavilion, I saw with my own eyes that he beat several disciples from small families until they vomited blood."
"While breaking their legs, they also destroyed their Dantian."
"If you can't practice cultivation for the rest of your life, your methods can't be described as cruel."
A middle-aged man held a wine bowl in his hand and said with a sigh on his face: "The sky is big and the earth is big. In the Xueqing Immortal Realm, everything is under the jurisdiction of Emperor Xueqing."
"And Shangguan Yan is her nephew."
"But that woman was extremely protective of her shortcomings, helping her relatives but not taking care of her. As a result, all the direct disciples under her sect were doing evil and being domineering."
"Oh, as natives of the Xueqing Immortal Realm, we have been unlucky for eight lifetimes to meet such a supreme being."
With resentment in his heart, the middle-aged man lost his composure after drinking under the influence of strong spiritual wine and became angry and unjust.
The old Sun who was being questioned was a little older, so after listening to the former's unintentional words, the smile at the corner of his mouth immediately froze, and his entire face became as pale as snow.
"Liu Zheng."
He shouted low, kicked the middle-aged man several times under the table, and said with fear, "You, you are looking for death, don't hold me back."
"Do you know that walls have ears?"
"Don't drink a few drops of cat urine and then talk nonsense."
"Shut up now."
With lingering fear in his heart, he glanced at the one-eyed young man with his flashing peripheral vision. Seeing that the other man was not aware of it, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said: "We are friends, I advise you to drink less in the future."
"You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense."
"Especially when it comes to the Supreme Being of the Xueqing Immortal Realm, is that something that ants like you and I can discuss?"
With a deep breath, he grabbed the middle-aged man's wine bowl, put the remaining two jars of spirit wine into the Qiankun bag and said, "Watch the show and stop talking nonsense."
The latter woke up as if from a dream, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Thank you."
Knowing that he almost made a big mistake, the middle-aged man who walked around the gate of hell bowed his hands and immediately used his magical power to force out the remaining alcohol in his body.
Not far away, three old men in simple clothes were sitting by the window, whispering to each other.
The old man from the south had the biggest reaction, his face turned red, and his saliva flew everywhere: "You bet on Shangguan's temples to win? Okay, then I'll beat Suning."
"A middle-grade fairy weapon, plus six million high-grade fairy crystals."
"We agreed, we won't go back on our word this time."
"The boss and the employer don't believe it. He who possesses the Dragon-Phoenix Divine Mind will lose to the inferior Shangguan Yan?"
"The fifth-level True Immortal Dzogchen versus the mid-level True Immortal sixth-level, even if he doesn't use his trump card, Suning may not necessarily be at a disadvantage."
The old man on the east side sneered: "Shangguan is not a good man?"
"Coffin bearer, please keep your eyes open and let me see the truth. It doesn't take two hundred moves. Suning will definitely be defeated."
"A middle-grade immortal weapon, six million high-grade immortal crystals?"
"Oh, this is a big investment."
"My master died in Taixu Mountain, and we three immortals have lived incognito for six thousand years. You have saved a lot of property."
"Okay, if you want to play, I will accompany you to the end."
"I picked up the fairy crystal for nothing, don't you want it to be for nothing?"
Gearing up, he held up the wine jar and drank a few sips: "Sheep herder, what do you say?"
"The coffin bearer bets with me, you're more or less willing to do that, right?"
"Whose side are you on? Be happy."
The old Nanmian man who had been smiling and saying nothing happily ate the food, shook his head and said: "I am the picker of the coffin in this game."
The old man from the east put down the wine jar and said sarcastically: "Xiao Laizi is not here, are you two planning to bully the minority?"
"Come on, who is afraid of whom?"
"Since I dare to place a bet, I'm not afraid of losing an extra share."
Before he finished speaking, he threw out a top-grade Qiankun bag and said, "I don't have any fairy crystals on me, how about three middle-grade fairy weapons as collateral?"
The two old men, whose names were unknown, but nicknamed the coffin bearer and the sheepherder, clapped their hands together and exclaimed: "Good."
The old man on the east side shifted his gaze and locked his gaze on Suning, saying: "My master is extremely talented, how invincible is he? He actually chose such a foolish and talented successor to the small world. I can't understand it, I really can't understand it."
"Mother-in-law and mother-in-law are hesitant about doing things. How can they show any trace of the master's grace and pride?"
"Not mentioning his title as the current master of dragons and phoenixes, but just talking about his courage, knowledge and character, there is a total difference of four hundred immortal worlds between him and his master."
"Ants are still ants, and they cannot be helped."
The old man, known as the coffin bearer, lazily retorted: "Everyone grows up slowly. Including the master, who doesn't reach the top step by step?"
"You are really good at chopping firewood. Among our four old friends, except Xiao Laizi, you have the highest cultivation level. You are about to enter the 18th level of a true immortal."
"But so what?"
"How many years have you been practicing? How much training have you received from your master?"
"Before you met your master, you were at the thirteenth level of True Immortal for two thousand and nine hundred years, and were beaten by your enemies until you ran away with your head in your arms."
"The master chose him for a reason that the master cannot reveal."
"What we are going to do..."
"Ayawn."
He covered his mouth and sneezed, with a lot of snot in his nose, and said: "What we have to do is to protect him when he is weak and fulfill the master's wish."
"This is also the real reason why Xiao Laizi called us back."
The old sheepherder expressed his position: "Yes, my life was given by my master. I will do whatever the master wants me to do."
"Whether he is a small-world ant or a useless waste, it makes no difference to me."
The old man on the east side still wanted to speak, but at the top of the stairs, Suning, who was silent, slowly raised his hand and said: "Please."
