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Chapter 113 I press five thousand, Ye Xiwen wins!

A month passed in a blink of an eye. During this month, the newly born Qianyu Pavilion became the target of attention from many disciples at Tongtian Peak, and even senior officials expressed their concern.

And Ye Xiwen, a name that was originally only popular among new disciples, suddenly began to attract more people's attention. Many people knew that there was a faction among the new disciples. The name Qianyu Pavilion appeared for the first time.

in the hearts of many people.

But many people are not optimistic about the development of this new faction. Many people know about the battle between Ye Xiwen and Mo Han. No one thinks that Ye Xiwen can be compared with Mo Han. Ye Xiwen is just a new disciple, but Mo Han is

The inner sect disciples are all very famous, and they even entered the ranking of seed disciples. Although they are only in the last place, it shows how powerful Mo Han is. You know, there are tens of thousands of inner sect disciples.

There are only a hundred seed disciples.

This is the most elite part among the inner disciples. As long as you can squeeze into the seed disciple rankings, you can get a lot of resources from the sect. This is the case in any sect. Geniuses can get more resources.

, get better care, no one thinks there is anything wrong, because everyone is like this.

Tens of thousands of inner disciples competed for the ranking of one hundred seed disciples. It can be imagined that the competition was fierce. Even if Mo Han only squeezed in, it was enough to prove that Mo Han's strength was extraordinary.

And many people are very optimistic about Mo Han, thinking that Mo Han will definitely occupy the seed disciple rankings for a long time in the future. With Mo Han's talent, it is only a matter of time.

And who is Ye Xiwen? He is just a new disciple of this class. Even though they say that the new disciples of this class are great, Ye Xiwen is the best among them. But after all, the training time is still short. In another ten years, there will be no one.

I dare to say who will win and who will lose, but at least now, no one is optimistic about Ye Xiwen.

Once Ye Xiwen fails, the Qianyu Pavilion, which was just established not long ago, will completely fall apart and must be disbanded.

The time slowly came for the two to fight. On this day, the life and death arena of Tongtian Peak was crowded with people. Many disciples came to watch. In the Yiyuan Sect, only the life and death arena was the place where one could fight without hesitation, even to the death.

It will not violate the sect rules, because the arena of life and death itself is a place for disciples to resolve personal grudges. As long as both of them are willing to enter the arena of life and death, life and death are not up to them. Generally speaking, unless there is a deep hatred, otherwise they will not

Enter the arena of life and death.

The Yiyuan Sect does not shy away from this. If it really comes down to a life-or-death situation, why should we cover it up, smile on the surface, and then stab each other in the back? This would be detrimental to the development of the Yiyuan Sect.

Every day there are some disciples here to settle grievances of life and death, but today is undoubtedly the most lively one. The new disciples challenge the famous disciples among the old disciples. How long has it been since this happened? What was the last time?

That time, so many years ago, not many people really remember it.

"Come on, come on, come on, the game is about to start. If you buy Ye Xiwen to win, you will pay ten points, and if Mo Han wins, you will pay 0.5 points!" The disciples who started the gambling game shouted, and many disciples started to buy.

It can be seen from the rate that most people bought Mo Hansheng, and only a small number of people who wanted to make a fortune and bet on whether there would be a miracle would buy Ye Xiwen.

"Damn it, isn't this bullying? Are you looking down on our little brother?" A female voice came out from the crowd, and she saw a pretty woman about twenty years old, standing pretty in the crowd.

Beside her stood a handsome young man who looked about twenty-three or four years old.

Surprisingly, they are brothers Ye Feng and Ye Ruxue. Today's battle has not only attracted the attention of many people in Tongtian Peak, but also in other nine peaks. Many disciples rushed there early in the morning.

Came over.

Ye Feng and Ye Ruxue are naturally going to come, as well as all the disciples from the Qingfeng Mountain branch. In any case, Ye Xiwen is from their Qingfeng Mountain branch, even except for the Qingfeng Mountain branch.

Zong, and other new disciples also came over.

Everyone's eyes are watching, because at this time, Ye Xiwen represents not only him, but also many newcomers, representing the resistance of this new generation to the older generation of disciples.

Facing Ye Ruxue's separation, Ye Feng smiled bitterly. This was normal. No one was optimistic about Ye Xiwen's fight this time, except of course Ye Ruxue. Ye Ruxue always had inexplicable confidence in Ye Xiwen.

Beside them, Yan Chiling, Changsun Yuyin and other disciples who were good friends with Ye Xiwen were all prominently listed.

"These old disciples are really looking down on others!" Yan Chiling said angrily in a low voice.

As he spoke, Yan Chiling entered the crowd and said in front of the gambling table: "If I put down 300 pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones, I will win by putting down Ye Xiwen!"

Yan Chiling gritted his teeth. Ye Xiwen was fighting for the dignity of their new disciples. He could not help, so he could only express his support in this way.

"I'll press four hundred!" Then another male voice came in, it was Ye Feng's voice, "Ye Xiwen wins!"

"I'll give you a hundred too!" Ye Ruxue said through gritted teeth.

"I press thirty!"

"I'll give you ten bucks!"

Seeing that these top disciples were pressing on Ye Xiwen, many new disciples pressed on and said.

The loser does not lose the formation!

The disciple in charge of the gambling game looked at everyone in shock. He didn't know why these new disciples went crazy, and they all fell on Ye Xiwen, who had no chance of winning.

Don't they know that they will lose all their money? Although paying ten to one looks very tempting, as long as there is a slight chance of winning, would they dare to open the handicap to ten to one?

These fools!

The disciple secretly sneered, but with a face full of enthusiasm, he took the spirit stones pressed by everyone and registered them one by one. He wished there were more of these fools. Although there are many people in this kind of handicap.

The luck of the bet falls on Ye Xiwen, but most people are not stupid and still fall on Mo Han. This way, there is almost no money to be made. Of course, the more such fools, the better.

"Who else wants to place a bet? The duel is about to begin!" the disciple shouted.

"I'll give you five thousand to buy Ye Xiwen's victory!"

A thin blue figure appeared at the door.

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