"Venerable Haohan, are you here for the preliminary contest when you suddenly come out of seclusion this time?"
"That's natural. I have gained a lot from this retreat. Not only do I have to participate in this competition, I am also determined to win the innate treasure of the quasi-sage group."
As Venerable Hao Han spoke, he held his palms up in vain. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if there was a world gestating in his palms.
Seeing this scene, the people around him cheered and talked one after another: "The combat power of Venerable Hao Han is among the best in our world of Heluo. This time there is another breakthrough. I dare not say that he can be among the top ten in the quasi-sage realm.
Bar?"
"Yes, the top ten are gone. There is still hope even for the top five. What are you waiting for if you don't place a bet!"
"Hey, thank you, Your Majesty, for helping my brothers get rich. I'm all in."
"I also bet, it depends on this time whether you live or die."
Led by Venerable Hao Han, gamblers came upon hearing the news. Among them were several quasi-sages with average strength. After much hesitation, they all bet their chips on him.
Wang Xu had been watching with cold eyes. When he saw everyone placing bets around Venerable Hao Han, he muttered: "Actor, he is still a good actor, he can almost be a Thresh."
If Venerable Hao Han was not an actor, there would be no reason for him to perform secret skills in public just because of a few words.
Doesn't he know that as a contestant, he can easily be targeted if he performs secret techniques in front of everyone?
But he did it anyway, and it was a pointless showoff.
Wang Xu saw that he had no use except that as an actor, he wanted to show his skills to everyone so that everyone would be willing to place bets.
"It seems that I have to be careful. The fallen world community is different from any other world I have ever seen. If you look at this place with the same perspective as the prehistoric world, you will probably suffer a big loss."
The more Wang Xu saw, the more cautious he became.
The Zhunti Saint of the ancient world was shameless enough, but he couldn't do the trick of calling a deer a horse.
No matter what, the strong men in other worlds have the perseverance and pride of the strong. Wang Xu could not think of any quasi-sage in the ancient world who could act as an actor without hesitation for the sake of a few pieces of the origin of the world.
This is different here. The strong people in the fallen world group only want to show their dignity, not face.
No matter how good the face is, can it save the Heluo world from destruction?
No, hundreds of millions of years ago, the people here may have been innocent. Now, of course, the bustling world is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. I am afraid that if there are enough benefits, let alone a top accurate person like Venerable Haohan.
Saint, even a saint can sell his soul.
Otherwise, how could the Holy King of Heluo in the Heluo world act as a Taoist companion for the fallen Holy Lord?
In the final analysis, the prehistoric era was too peaceful and lacked a sense of crisis. It was so peaceful that it set its own rules. Anyone who did not respect the rules of the game would not be able to play.
In a chaotic world, who will tell you the rules of the game? The real rules are to use all means to strengthen yourself and weaken the enemy. It is useless to talk about other things.
"Look, Master Iron Sword is here!"
Having just experienced the test of acting skills from Venerable Hao Han, the second one soon came on stage.
This Iron Sword Master is very legendary in his own right.
It is said that he was born in a certain world that was conquered by the Heluo world, and he was a swordsman genius.
It is said that he learned the sword at the age of three, realized the sword at the age of eight, and merged the sword into one at the age of seventeen, achieving the third level immediately.
It is said that later on, he got out of hand and defeated all the heroes in the world in just a thousand years, becoming the leader among the seventh-level monks.
It is said that when Heluo World attacked Master Iron Sword's hometown, he killed thirteen seventh-level monks with one man and one sword in a row, and fought three hundred moves with the eighth-level quasi-sage before he was defeated.
After his defeat, the eighth-level monk could not bear to harm his life, but made a sworn sworn relationship with him and replaced him in the Heluo world.
Less than 100,000 years later, Master Iron Sword was promoted to the eighth level, and it is said that saints rushed to recruit disciples.
Mr. Iron Sword flatly refused and practiced alone with one sword.
It is said that to this day, tens of millions of years have passed, and no one knows how good Master Iron Sword's sword skills are. Everyone who has seen him use his sword is dead, including the top eighth-level monks.
"What a great gentleman!"
Wang Xu looked at Mr. Iron Sword and found that his clothes were as white as snow, and even his hair and eyebrows were white. He looked like a fairy, which was very consistent with everyone's image of a master.
"Master Iron Sword, the origin of five thousand worlds, one move, three wins in three games!"
The voice of Mr. Iron Sword is very cold, and his sword is even colder. It is said that it is a sword that kills people without blood.
"I also bet on Mr. Iron Sword to win three games alone. One move will determine the outcome!"
"I bet five hundred coins to win the origin of a thousand worlds!"
"I bet three hundred coins."
"It's embarrassing to come out with three hundred coins. Is it worthy of Master Iron Sword's worth? I'll bet one thousand coins!"
Everyone was like crazy, betting crazily on Master Iron Sword.
Because unlike Venerable Hao Hao, it is said that Master Iron Sword has already killed several top eighth-level monks. In terms of attack, he can pose a threat to the ninth-level saint. Killing an ordinary eighth-level monk is like cutting a melon.
The dishes are the same.
In addition, Mr. Iron Sword is a swordsman monk who practices the secret technique of one-sword slashing. The first three swords are the most invincible.
Others need to fight for a long time to determine the winner, but Mr. Iron Sword always kills with one move, or is killed with one move.
"Friend, I see that you are only at the sixth level of cultivation. The origin of a thousand worlds in ten dollars is not a small amount for you, right?"
Wang Xu looked at the fierce man next to him, who gritted his teeth and bet all his worth on Mr. Iron Sword and asked.
"So what, Master Iron Sword has definitely won. None of the people on the list is his enemy. I'm sure to make a profit!" The bearded monk looked very happy and looked at him with admiration.
The young man with the iron sword.
Wang Xu shook his head slightly after hearing this and asked, "Then do you know what achievements Mr. Iron Sword has?"
"Of course I know, otherwise would I place a bet? Do you think I'm stupid?"
The bearded monk said with joy: "Three million years ago, Master Iron Sword fought with his enemy. That enemy was a top eighth-level monk, hiding in a dimensional plane. Master Iron Sword struck with his sword and split the enemy.
That dimensional plane killed that powerful enemy, who doesn’t know about it?”
"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Wang Xu asked.
"Of course not, but there are swordsmen who have paid homage to the place where Master Iron Sword killed his enemies. The sword energy spans 30,000 miles, and the sound of the sword can still be heard there. Many eighth-level monks have gone to see it, and no one has not
Say something convincing."
The more the bearded man talked, the happier he became, as if he was the one with the sword energy spanning thirty thousand miles.
Wang Xu sighed slightly in his heart. After working for a long time, no one saw it. There was another rumor about Mr. Iron Sword.
He had heard such rumors many times. Although some people believed that Young Master Iron Sword had the ability to kill an eighth-level monk in an instant, who had ever seen him make a move?
no one.
He is like a mythical figure living in books. Everyone can tell a few legends about him, but no one has ever seen him take action in person.
The famous saying is: Everyone who has seen Master Iron Sword’s swordsmanship has died.
Wang Xu lives in modern society and knows very well what packaging is.
Mainly if the team is willing, a lady sitting on the stage can be packaged into a member of the Titanium Kingdom's royal family in a matter of minutes.
A three-no product like Mr. Iron Sword is just like Qiu Qianren's eldest brother Qiu Qianzhang in "The Sky Slays the Dragon". Who knows how genuine he is.
With such a great reputation, Master Iron Sword gave him the impression that he was too good at pretending, although it was undeniable that he was as good as Qiye Jiwang, and his way of pretending was extraordinary and holy.
But he doesn't think that Mr. Iron Sword is the next Seven Nights King, because he pretends to be anything but honest, but rather a little pretentious.
"The tricks here are so deep, no wonder no one can see hope."
Wang Xu sighed with a look on his face. He was both an actor and a supporter, and with the possibility of a black whistle, it would be surprising that these rotten gamblers could win.
I'm afraid there is already an internal ranking within the gambling house.
Who can play, who can't play, who wins three out of five games, and who loses two out of three games and comes back to win are all based on each other's winning rates.
Wang Xu even suspected that there was more than one mastermind behind the scenes, Chengtian Saint, who did not have such a big appetite.
After all, gambling is popular in the Heluo world. The big business of hundreds of millions of gamblers, the total handicap is at least hundreds of Great Thousand World Origins, which is not something that one or two saints can take.
There was no nod from Holy Lord Heluo above, and the people below did not dare to play so excessively. Judging from the current situation, this was probably a premeditated action of cutting leeks, and the purpose of this martial arts conference was probably not pure.
"There will be five games in the preliminary round, and the winner of three out of five games will advance. I will bet on myself to win all three games. It will inevitably be better and attract the surrounding gamblers to follow suit. Otherwise, it will attract snipers from the gambling houses."
Wang Xu thought of this, suddenly put on a smile, and said with a smile: "That's fine, my title of first place in the quasi-sage group will start from here, and let these people see that in the face of absolute strength, all the tricks are