Li Kezhou didn't say much nonsense and immediately took out a bag.
He put it in his hand and tossed it.
"There are no more or less coins here, exactly one hundred. I originally planned to bet you on the number of one hundred, but the number in your hand is too small, so I can only take out sixty to bet with you!"
Hearing his understatement, there was a heavy breathing sound all around.
If it weren't for the wrong place, someone would have already unsheathed his sword and killed him.
"One hundred! Impossible, you kid, your whole body's sword energy is weak, and you are only at the early stage of condensation. How can you have a hundred divine emblems?"
The expression of the old man who spoke freely and said that he would cut off his head and give it away if the other party took out sixty coins, his expression changed again and again, but he did not feel annoyed about being slapped in the face, only a look of disbelief on his face.
After holding it for a long time, the man swallowed hard and three words came out of his mouth: "Shit luck!"
Lu Tianfang's smile remained unchanged, and the greedy light in his eyes flashed: "Okay! My friend doesn't show his face in person. Although he looks unprepossessing, he has a rich net worth. I, Lu Tianfang, caught my eye today. I will accept this bet..."
There was a sudden burst of sarcasm from all around.
"This kid either has some ideas or is just a typical idiot."
"I think it belongs to the latter. Although his sickle weasel is a rare species, this kind of spiritual beast does not have a strong bloodline to speak of. In the "Illustrated Book of Beasts", it is only ranked in the middle and lower reaches, with the green-lighted electric-tailed marten.
This kind of mid-level top spiritual beast is not very comparable..."
"That's right! This kid's cultivation and the aura on his body are even more appalling. I even wonder how this kid got these hundred divine emblems. Could it be that he was just unlucky? Others fought hard and both sides died miserably. He sat there
Can a fisherman get it?"
"I know him!"
Suddenly an exclamation rang out.
"This person is the maniac who has been widely rumored recently. He intercepts and kills the Desert Serpent's men and steals the divine emblem. Wasn't this person swallowed by a demonic insect? Why is he still alive?"
A person who was lucky enough to survive from the mouth of the Fusha Demonic Insect that day recognized him immediately.
Hearing this, the whole audience was stunned.
But then suspicions arose, because Mu Qingtong was right next to this person. If it was true as the person said, the two of them should have been mortal enemies and could not have been so peaceful.
Amidst a burst of discussion, Kamitachi came out of the wind and entered the arena.
Lu Tianfang lost his composure for the first time when he thought about getting sixty divine emblems.
"Hahaha... Who cares about you! If you want to rely on a sickle weasel of inferior blood to fight against my green-lighted electric-tailed ferret, this is the last battle anyway, so I will let you and everyone present see it.
, the true power of my spiritual pet..."
"Go! Don't hold back. This time, I allow you to use all your strength and fight quickly."
Lu Tianfang grinned at Ling Diao and shouted excitedly.
When Kamitachi heard that he was being despised, his eyes were already filled with fire.
Lu Tianfang gave an order, and the electric-tailed marten's body flashed with green thunder, and a lightning arc as thick as an arm shot out from its tail.
The hook and claws of the sickle and weasel swung into the air, and the three-foot-long sickle blades pierced the air and spun towards him.
"When did a spiritual beast like Kamaita become so powerful?"
Seeing this huge sickle blade, everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.
The long sickle blade faced the thick-armed Qing Lei.
"Zila" sound.
The blue thunder was cut into a cloud of light that filled the sky, spread in all directions, and instantly dispersed into nothingness.
But the sickle blade was as powerful as breaking a bamboo.
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The blade of the wind sickle cut into the body of the spirit mink that was full of lightning, and a bloody flower bloomed. The spirit mink was seriously injured and rolled away.
"impossible!!"
Lu Tianfang, who was confident one moment, his smile never faded, but turned into astonishment the next moment.
"How can this Kamaita... be so strong?"
Everyone rushed to ask.
The Yuantai old man from before spoke again: "It's indeed inconsistent with common sense. With the size of this sickle, it's obvious that it hasn't really grown yet."
"As far as I know, this kind of spiritual beast, due to the limitations of its innate bloodline, is almost at its end when its strength reaches the level of my generation's pill condensation. But this one..."
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly: "Judging from the body shape, he is still far away from adulthood. How can he have such strength? The three wind scythes just now would be difficult for ordinary swordsmen in the middle stage of condensation to not be cut into pieces...
"
After hearing the expert's analysis, everyone present was even more surprised.
At this time in the field.
Lu Tianfang's face was as pale as paper.
People who didn't know better thought he was seriously injured, but at this moment, he felt regret and reluctance.
It's not that I didn't report it, but before the time came, all my family assets and sixty divine emblems were lost in an instant.
"Lu Tianfang! I'm willing to admit defeat. I lost to you just now. Without saying a word, I fulfilled my promise immediately. You were too smart in your calculations. Now you have capsized in the gutter. If you don't pay out the divine emblem, what are you waiting for? Do you want to
Is it possible to cheat?"
The man who had lost everything before saw Lu Tian follow in his footsteps, gloated over his misfortune and laughed loudly.
In full view of everyone, Lu Tianfang still wanted to continue to hang out in the desert, and nothing could be done to destroy the reputation he had accumulated. Although he was unwilling to do so, he finally threw the divine emblem away.
Li Kezhou took inventory and put it away with satisfaction.
Lu Tianfang's expression changed again and again, and he suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath, and with one move:
"Friend! What do you think of this sword in my hand?"
Li Kezhou took a distant look and nodded: "That's right! Judging from the cold light, it must be a seventh-grade sword. Why, do you want to sell it to me?"
"Clever! The name of this sword is Silver Dragon. I, Lu Tianfang, have been famous for a long time. It is this sword that I rely on. Da Mo gave me the nickname: Yu Silver Dragon. Today I will sell him to you for only one hundred divine emblems! Look!
How about it?"
Li Kezhou didn't think much about it and shook his head immediately.
"Your sword is good, but it's not suitable for me. I'm not interested in this sword."
Lu Tianfang's face changed, he looked at the audience, and said loudly: "Everyone! Today, I, Lu Tianfang, am willing to cede this sword. My sword is so famous that everyone knows it. The highest bidder will make the deal on the spot!"
"You must think clearly. Although the divine emblem is precious, with your numbers, you may not be able to exchange it for a sword like mine from a merchant!"
As soon as he said it, someone finally moved: "I will offer you ten coins. If you are willing, the deal will be done immediately."
Lu Tianfang didn't answer.
Someone followed closely: "I will give eleven!"
The backgrounds of the people present were not simple, and they valued the divine emblems very seriously. The number increased one by one. The bidding continued for half a stick of incense, and the number finally reached fifty, and could not go higher.
Lu Tianfang frowned, seeming to be considering the gains and losses.
Finally, he gave up and sold it to a middle-aged man of unknown origin for fifty coins.
Li Kezhou kept watching the passers-by and asked subconsciously: "Does the shepherd girl know that the purchasing power of the divine emblem is so high? Can these fifty divine emblems be exchanged for treasures equivalent to this sword from that merchant?"
Mu Qingtong shook his head: "This...it's hard to say! I only know that a hundred years ago, someone once got a ninth-grade sword! It cost two hundred divine emblems. The seventh-grade and ninth-grade swords,
After all, the gap is huge. As for the specific value, it is difficult to measure a specific number..."