In the sky above the arena, a powerful voice resounded throughout the entire arena: "Now walking towards the center of the arena is the red side player Hua Wuji, the Seven-Star Xuanhuang."
"The blue player who has been waiting here for a long time is named Tulong, and he is also the Seven-Star Xuanhuang."
Chen Shen looked around and saw an old man with childish face and gorgeous hair standing directly above his head. He was dressed in a dark green brocade robe, which made his old and strong figure look even more upright.
On the sleeves and chest of the brocade robe, a jade gourd lying flat is embroidered, with two shining golden projectiles salivating in the mouth of the gourd, half covered and half leaked, it looks lifelike!
"Where did this old man come from? It's like a divine dragon that never saw its end...I didn't notice it even with my spiritual perception."
Chen Shen's heart condensed.
"Huh? Who is this old man? He comes and goes without a trace."
"Hey, brother, your identity as a newcomer has been exposed by just these words."
"This old man's name is He Yunzi, and he is one of the Supreme Elders of the Divine Medicine Sect."
"Although his Xuanqi cultivation level is only six-star Xuanzong, his Xuandan technique has already reached the level of four-star earth level!"
"Hiss—you, you mean, he is a middle-level Xuan Alchemist?"
"Exactly."
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Chen Shen secretly used the power of Tianxin to catch the comments in the audience, and his heart was shocked: "Good guy, a middle-level Xuan Alchemist!"
"Six-star Xuanzong, coupled with his status as a mid-level Xuanzong master, his soul strength is probably comparable to that of an ordinary Xuanzong peak? No wonder I didn't notice it before."
"Alas! My clone has given out two-thirds of the power of the soul. In this place where strong people gather, it is really a bit weak."
At this time, He Yunzi, who was hovering in mid-air, spoke again: "Who will win this battle? Let's wait and see!"
"There will be a quarter of an hour of betting time. You can choose the player you like and bet on it."
"After the results of the battle come out, you can win a lot of spiritual stone resources by betting on the winning side."
"Of course, our Divine Medicine Sect will also take 10% of the money."
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Hearing this, Chen Shenxing's eyes widened: "How about I go and pump 10% of the water? It's really scary."
"I thought the prize money for the consecutive winners was already very high, but now it seems that that little bit of money is nothing compared to the Shen Yao Sect, which swallows a tenth of the winning bet."
"The Liberty City auction that takes place once every ten years attracts countless cultivators with huge sums of money."
"And when the auction is approaching, there will definitely be many people who want to try their luck at the Medicine God Challenge because the funds they have prepared are still not sufficient, right?"
"Tsk, tsk, the auction and the arena gambling, the money-making methods are really impeccable."
Just as the young man was thinking secretly, his opponent suddenly displayed his mysterious wings, swooped in front of him, and made a provocative thumbs down gesture.
Chen Shen kept sitting cross-legged, tilted his head, and squinted his eyes to take in the other person's behavior, and then just curled his lips: "Tsk, idiot..."
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man wearing a bright silver armor and holding a trident was not annoyed. He sent a message back and asked, "Huh? Boy, is this your first time here?"
"yes."
Chen Shen yawned and simply went to the ground, holding the back of his head with both hands and shaking his legs leisurely.
"No wonder..."
Hua Wuji twitched the corners of his wide mouth and smiled: "Haha, I advise you to follow my example and win more bettors for yourself."
"Rogue racers like you and me, if they don't know how to build momentum for themselves at the beginning of the game, so that the support ratio is too low, they will never be favored by a large sect and become a royal racer."
Listening to what Balala said a lot, Chen Shen raised his eyebrows: "Rogue practitioner? Imperial racer? What does this mean?"
"Uh... you don't even know this?"
While Hua Wuji continued to challenge Chen Shen, he quietly transmitted the message: "Generally speaking, for beings like us who have a high level of cultivation and do not have the support of resources from a large sect, we can only win one or two games.
It’s already the limit.”
"This is the sad thing about casual racers."
"But if you can get the support of a senior in the sect, it will be a big difference."
"When the time comes, you will represent a certain sect in the battle, and various resources such as spirit stones, mysterious pills, and mysterious talismans will come in. After training for a period of time, it is not impossible to win three or four games in a row."
"If you are lucky, you will be favored by the sect and make an exception and be recruited as a true disciple!"
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Hearing this, Chen Shen finally realized that something was wrong. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Haha, I didn't expect that there are so many things in a gambling-type competition."
"But I have no interest in joining any sect. I'll leave the chance of being chosen by the sect to you."
Hua Wuji was stunned when he heard this, and then he scratched his square cheeks in embarrassment: "Hey, hey, I'll thank you first!"
"But don't expect me to let you off the hook after the match starts. I... I can at most try not to hurt you too seriously."
Chen Shen raised the corner of his mouth: "Ha, I'll thank you first."
For the next quarter of an hour, Chen Shen lay on the dragon bone stone floor minding his own business, sleeping peacefully and comfortably.
Hua Wuji still followed the "hidden rules" of the Medicine God League step by step, and kept provoking Chen Shen.
Unfortunately, no matter what he did, the boy in white remained indifferent, making him feel like a one-man show...
"What's going on with that earth dragon? He falls asleep as soon as he comes on stage?"
"Tsk, tsk, how can a guy like him with no fighting spirit win?"
"You just came here not long ago, don't you know? That young man in white has been here for almost an hour!"
"Ah? You waited so long stupidly. Could it be that your brain is abnormal?"
"Well... I think it's better not to bet on him."
Most of the guests were not optimistic about Chen Shen. Of course, some people felt that he must have someone to rely on because of his personality, so they did the opposite and bet on the blue square earth dragon to win.
A quarter of an hour passed quietly.
The old man with gray hair and boyish face cleared his throat: "Ahem, okay, the betting is over."
Immediately, the old man turned to fix his eyes on Chen Shen and Hua Wuji, and said slowly: "Before the fight, I would like to emphasize again: in the arena, life and death are determined by fate!"
"Once one party dies or the bracelet is broken, it will be judged as a failure."
"In addition, the 'command bracelet' you wear on your wrist is the only prop that can guarantee that you will surrender and save your life."
"When you know you are outmatched and want to give up, shatter your bracelet to pieces, and the power of the ice formation will naturally seal and protect you."