High-level martial arts can never appear in a loose alliance temporarily formed by businessmen like the Money Gang to protect their own finances.
And money is often not worth mentioning in front of real masters.
This is also a small revenge that Xuanyuan Batian made against Mai Fan after he figured out his future path and potential for improvement.
Letting this young monk named Mai Fan lose his fortune can be regarded as a way to vent his frustration in this life.
Of course, such reborn people who seize opportunities do not expect to have any good intentions.
Even if Xuanyuan Batian now has all the opportunities by relying on the memory of the previous world, as the saying goes that snakes are greedy and want to swallow elephants, he is naturally confident in tricking people.
Now that he heard that Mai Fan came to the door, his opportunity came.
Xuanyuan Batian took out a card from his package and showed it in front of Mai Fan: "What a coincidence."
"A few days ago, our Money Gang went to Tibet and met some great Tantric monks on the way."
"They are very interested in some of the medicinal materials we collect, but they are all poor and have no money to get them from the right sources."
"When he saw that we were from the martial arts community in the Central Plains, he became ill-intentioned and planned to intercept the goods secretly."
"But they are out of luck. I am responsible for this batch of goods."
"Those three tantric monks didn't succeed, and I left one behind."
"No, this is the tantric monk's card. Judging from the attributes, it matches your current situation very well."
"I just don't know how much price Junior Mai Fan wants to pay."
After hearing this, Mai Fan asked back as if he didn't know what the other person was thinking: "From what the senior said, I need to use this card."
"I don't know how much it will cost? How much will it cost? Can't seniors just go to the trading center and list it?"
Xuanyuan Batian shook his head and asked Mai Fan: "Mai Fan, have you ever heard of the gambling function in the trading venue?"
Mai Fan nodded, he knew, but now even basic cards are scarce resources, how can there be any chance for people to gamble in this place?
When Xuanyuan Batian saw that Mai Fan knew, he smiled: "It's good if you know. I'll explain the rest. Let's use this card to make a bet?"
"I just saw that you just traded 50,000 points."
"If my card is listed in the auction house, it will probably sell for around 20,000."
"I wonder if you have confidence in your fighting ability? If you think it's okay, let's use this card as a bet condition to have a fight."
"If I win, you have to use 50,000 points to buy this card from me."
"And if I lose, this card is yours, and you can collect it without spending a penny."
"How about it? Do you dare to give it a try?"
Mai Fan also laughed when he heard this. Was he sure that he would lose?
A level 9 boss ruthlessly crushing his level 8 rookie?
Just give it a try, why not get a character card for free?
Mai Fan has confidence in himself, but he must not show it on his face.
Then, with some hesitation, he was encouraged by Xuanyuan Batian and his group to return to the trading area.
After Xuanyuan Batian and Mai Fan completed the procedures for the PK match, the onlookers gathered around shook their heads.
This Xuanyuan Batian is a character who has risen recently. Judging from the frequency with which he comes to sell and buy cards, you can see that he has a strong momentum.
And Mai Fan seems to be an innocent little monk.
I have never heard of monks being able to take advantage in the early stages.
"Should we take a look at the pk process?"
"Of course I do. It's rare to have a fight in the trading area."
"Even if there is a huge disparity in strength, it is still a complete PK bet."
"This is also a rare learning opportunity for us players."
"One viewing only costs 5 points, so everyone can afford it."
This is the reason. Because it is a betting match, except for the two parties who should bet, no one else can enter the duel arena.
However, both parties who should bet can open the spectator area for peripheral friends and players to watch.
Of course, this kind of struggle involving personal abilities and coping methods cannot be seen in vain by others.
To watch a duel, everyone needs to pay a certain amount of points to buy a ticket to watch.
The person who provides the platform takes 1 point, and the remaining income is divided equally between the two parties.
In Xuanyuan Batian's opinion, he was good enough to Mai Fan.
After the other party lost all 50,000 points, he still left a pair of underwear for Mai Fan, right?
The number of people watching at the scene has now reached several hundred.
Just relying on the money from onlookers, he can support the cost of the game for a while.
If Mai Fan knew this idea, he would laugh to death.
How can we stay behind against the enemy?
If it wasn't for the purpose of paralyzing the opponent, he wouldn't even agree to open the spectator area.
How is it like now, even if he loses, he can still earn thousands of points.
Thinking of this, Mai Fan clicked on the void in front of him. There were options for entering the competition venue after preparations were completed.
The next second, he was standing in the vast sky, facing Xuanyuan Batian and his character card.
"You released the character cards so early, aren't you afraid that I will be prepared?"
Xuanyuan Batian was very confident. He extended his hand to Mai Fan and made a gesture of invitation: "It's all about losing. It's just about how fast you lose."
"If we solve it earlier, it will save the younger brother from being too embarrassed."
He really thinks about others.
Mai Fan nodded and made a starting gesture toward Xuanyuan Batian's location, a martial artist... Let's do it.
"You don't even use character cards?"
Xuanyuan Batian didn't care what Mai Fan thought, he just threw this card out: "This is the chief escort of Fuyun Escort Bureau, a set of Eagle Claw skills that can be used to press the eighteen green forest paths."
"He studied under King Yin Ye, the son of the White-browed Eagle King. He also has a hidden identity. He is a disciple of the Ming Cult under the banner of Fire."
"Here……"
"Ahhhh!!"
"Snap, snap, snap!"
Xuanyuan Batian’s character card is on his knees.
The Mingjiao believer whom he had boasted about was now lying under Mai Fan's feet, fainting.
After the system determines that the opponent is no longer capable of fighting, it turns into a point of light and regroups into a card.
Mai Fan looked at the card suspended in the void and retracted the third stance of his Thousand Hands Pose of Great Compassion.
That’s it? That’s it?
He didn't even use the defense machine as an auxiliary bonus, and he had already defeated the opponent with his current skills.
Is this sect's systematic learning so much worse than the miscellaneous fish school in the world?
