On the ring, Ye Luo stood there steadily, with a calm expression on his face.
Under the ring, all the charlatans were laughing and laughing, seizing this opportunity to mock the Alchemy Pavilion to their heart's content, and releasing all the resentment that had been squeezed in their hearts for so many years!
"I remembered, did Ye Luo just bet one hundred thousand immortal stones on himself in the gambling shop?"
At this moment, someone suddenly remembered what Ye Luo did before at the gambling house!
Bet on yourself 100,000 fairy stones to win the championship!
"What did you say? Ye Luo went to the gambling shop to bet one hundred thousand immortal stones on himself? What did he bet on?"
"Let me guess, is he betting on himself to win the championship?"
"Stop making trouble, how is this possible? No matter how confident he is, there must be a limit!"
Hearing this, the charlatans around the ring immediately became interested again, and while they were talking about it, they all looked at the person who had spoken before.
It seemed that... everyone was looking forward to hearing an answer from his mouth that would shock the entire audience.
"You guessed it right, he just bet on himself to win the championship, a total of 100,000 fairy stones, and the odds are 100 to one!"
Wow~
As soon as these words came out, the scene immediately erupted.
This group of charlatans are laughing so happily!
"My God, I really learned a lot today. There really are such people in this world!"
"This self-confidence is simply overwhelming. The legendary self-confidence is so shameless that it is just like that!"
"What on earth was he thinking? How much money was burned?"
Naturally, the Jianghu people couldn't understand Ye Luo's move, no matter how much they thought about it.
In their view, Ye Luo's participation in the martial arts competition was just a formality. To put it bluntly, it was just for fun!
Since you are making soy sauce, you must have the awareness to make soy sauce.
Even if you are betting, it is not good to bet on yourself as the champion. Do you want to make your enemies laugh to death?
Seeing this, Ye Luo was quite helpless, but didn't say anything.
At this time, no matter what he says, it is impossible for these people to believe it. The only way to shut them up is to show their strength...
Fatty beat Wang Hu on the opposite side.
Looking at Wang Hu again, he was smiling and covering his stomach with his hands, not to mention how happy he was.
After a long time, the smile on his face gradually faded into a sneer, and then he looked at Ye Luo and said coldly: "You really made me laugh. It seems that your hundred thousand immortal stones are going to be wasted today!"
Hearing this, Ye Luo remained silent and was about to charge forward, but saw Wang Hu crushing the ground of the arena with one step!
"What the hell...Master, I haven't taken the initiative yet, but you've come to die on your own initiative?"
Seeing this, Ye Luo frowned and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Lie down!"
Wang Hu galloped over and punched through the space. The force was so strong that it caused a roaring wind, and even the surrounding immortal energy rioted due to this blow!
This punch was very powerful, with the power of a saint, but Wang Hu also had some control and did not use his full strength.
First of all, the rules of the martial arts competition are to stop at the point and not to hurt anyone's life.
Secondly, although Ye Luo is very annoying, he is a member of Shengdan Pavilion after all. Wang Hu does not want to seriously injure him with one punch. It will be difficult for him to buy elixirs in the future...
For example, if you go to Shengdan Pavilion to buy elixirs, you will get a 20% discount for life...
Wang Hu doesn't want to own it.
"Who should I tell you to lie down?"
Seeing this, Ye Luo stayed calm and dodged Wang Hu's fierce punch at the most opportune moment, then rolled up his sleeves to reveal his casserole-sized fists.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Wang Hu was directly punched by Ye Luo and fell to the ground. His whole body twitched twice and then stopped moving.
Although he fainted, he was not dead yet.
Faint to death...
"this..."
Seeing such a scene, the whole place was completely silent, not even a gasp!
The Jianghu people were dumbfounded and simply could not accept what they were seeing.
Why was Wang Hu knocked down with just one punch?
A false saint.
He knocked down a saint with one punch.
Is this reasonable?
"What did I see? How is this possible!"
"Could it be that Wang Hu was bribed by Shengdan Pavilion?"
"That's definitely the case, otherwise how can we explain...Ye Luo can't be so strong!"
After a while, everyone woke up from the extreme shock, but they still found this thing very incredible.
"interesting."
"It seems that Shengdan Pavilion is not just here to join in the fun this time."
Above the Purple Moon Sword Pavilion and the attic of the Blood Flame Sect, He Qingxiao and Qiu Chuixue couldn't help but raise their brows slightly when they saw this scene.
They could see that this was not Wang Hu's deliberate betrayal, but Ye Luo's real ability.
That punch just now, Ye Luo's timing to dodge was perfect, and the power of the punch was controlled subtly enough.
It can knock Wang Hu unconscious without hurting his life.
In short, this battle was not a fair showdown from the beginning.
Putting aside the cultivation level of the two, Ye Luo was the one who crushed Wang Hu in every aspect.
"Such a strong body...this person is not simple."
On a loft to the north of the arena, Luo Bin saw Ye Luo kill Wang Hu instantly with one punch, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
In his opinion, Ye Luo's punch seemed simple, but in fact it had a hidden meaning. The most important thing was that this punch showed how powerful Ye Luo's body was!
Of course, it was impossible to judge Ye Luo's full strength just from this punch, but this still made Luo Bin extremely curious about Ye Luo.
"Ye...Ye Luo wins!"
After the punch, even the referee was shocked for a long time before announcing the result of the game.
Then, Ye Luo returned to the attic of Shengdan Pavilion, leaving only the Jianghu people around the arena in shock.
Until now, they still can't figure out how Ye Luo defeated Wang Hu.
"Is it really okay for you to be so high-profile when you first come up?"
Seeing Ye Luo coming back, Zhuo Fanrou smiled slightly and raised his brows unconsciously as he spoke.
"It doesn't matter, this can directly shut these people up."
Regarding this, Ye Luo didn't think it mattered.
He understood what Zhuo Fanrou meant. It would be too high-profile to directly resolve the battle with one punch, which would make Ye Luo's opponents fear him in advance and prepare in advance.
But to Ye Luo, these are insignificant.
No matter who the opponent is, Ye Luo is not afraid!
Moreover, this has another advantage, that is, it can shock these charlatans and make them shut up.
This is the effect Ye Luo wants.
As for the little bit of strength that was exposed, to be honest, Ye Luo really didn't care.
Then, Ye Luo sat down and prepared to watch the next few duels.
He also wanted to know the strengths of He Qingxiao, Qiu Chuixue and Luo Bin in advance.
But... what disappointed Ye Luo was that the opponents of these three people had no backbone at all, and they just gave up immediately!
"Can it still be like this? What does it mean to admit defeat when you come up?"
Seeing such a scene, Ye Luo frowned and looked unhappy.
He just showed off his skills in front of these three people, which can be regarded as exposing part of his strength.
Originally, Ye Luo thought that if he took a look at the strength of these three people, it would be a tie.
As a result...these three didn't even do anything!
depressed...
"Do you think anyone has your level of strength? Their opponents are all first-grade saints. Against these three geniuses, what else can we do but admit defeat?"
Seeing Ye Luo's depressed look, Zhuo Fanrou couldn't help but smile slightly.
Zhuo Fanrou was right. The opponents of He Qingxiao and the others were all first-grade saints. They had no chance against genius monks whose cultivation was one level higher than theirs.
Instead of getting beaten up, it is better to admit defeat and save some face.
"Although what you said makes sense, I'm still depressed..."
Hearing this, Ye Luo's mood calmed down a little, but he was still a little depressed.
Soon, the first round of competition was over, and half of the contestants were eliminated.
The remaining half will be drawn again and compete against each other again.
"Please invite the players who advanced in the first round to come to the ring to draw the order of the battle for this round."
On the stage, an official from the City Lord's Palace took the stage again, and next to him was a box for drawing lots.
This time, there is only one box, and there is no distinction between individual cultivators and sect players, they are all treated equally.
"God forbid I draw those three people...Anyone can do it except those three!"
Before the lot was drawn, someone said a prayer that had no practical effect.
Although it is useless, I am afraid that no one present wants to draw these three people as opponents.
After all, drawing these three people basically means that they will stop.
"How about Ye Luo, who won the Shengdan Pavilion? Although he was very strong just now, I think I can face him."
"That's right. Wang Hu is only a first-grade saint, so it's understandable that he lost. I am a middle-grade saint, so I have no reason to lose!"
Then, everyone focused their attention on Ye Luo.
It seems that the strength Ye Luo showed in the first round did not completely intimidate them!
At least there are still many people who still have the illusion that I can have sex with me...
"When will these people see themselves clearly?"
Hearing the voices of everyone talking, Ye Luo didn't say a word, but just cursed in his heart.
Then, he randomly drew a number.
"It's actually number one."
The number Ye Luo drew was No. 1, which meant that he would be the first to appear in the next game.
In fact, by the second round, there were not many people left. There were a total of twelve groups with twenty-four people.
Except for Ye Luo, they are all middle-level saints in Qingyishui.
There are no high-level saints, and there are no first-level saints.
Except for the false saint Ye Luo, the remaining twenty-three people are all middle-grade saints!
"No. 1, Qiu Chuixue!"
Soon, another number one was also drawn.
That was Qiu Chuixue from the Blood Flame Sect.
"Very good, now we can see how capable you are."
Qiu Chuixue, who had drawn number one, was obviously in a good mood. While muttering to herself, she looked at Ye Luo, her eyes full of provocation.