Even if he doesn't use his fiery eyes and golden eyes, he can sense the blood in Longhu's body just by relying on his huge mental power. It flows like a gurgling stream, and the qi and blood are very strong. This is a very solid warrior who has tempered the physical body, and his talent is amazing.
Yang Ku's mental power is so strong that he can detect a lot of information that others cannot.
Feng Piaoxue muttered: "Yu Longhu from the Qijue Sect...I have heard of it. This Qijue Sect is located in the Lie Sun Continent and is attached to Tianjiao Temple. Yu Longhu is the number one master in the sect. This person is obsessed with body training. Rumor has it that
His physical body is so strong that even a precious blade that cuts iron like clay cannot cut through his skin."
The Great Sage World is divided into three major continents, the Bright Moon Continent, the Lie Sun Continent and the Star Continent. In addition to the Great Sage Chamber of Commerce, Qiankun Shenwu Palace, Tianjiao Temple and other forces that dominate the entire world, there are also countless sects standing there.
Among these sects, only those with extraordinary strength can have the qualifications to be attached to a certain big force.
The Qijue Sect is considered a first-rate sect in the Lie Sun Continent, but it still has to rely on Tianjiao Temple. Otherwise, the disciples will never be able to enter the Yuan Realm battlefield alone.
At this time, a maid's respectful and gentle voice sounded outside the door: "Dear guest, do you need to place a bet on this battle?"
Under the ring, gambling is always indispensable.
In Jihad Palace, this has become a very mature industry. The banker is directly appointed by Jihad Palace. No matter how big your bet is, you don’t have to worry about the banker not being able to compensate you if you win.
For VIPs in private rooms, Jihad Palace directly provides door-to-door service.
"Come in!"
Feng Piaoxue studied the gold plate handed over by the maid, and finally took a sign with 'eight' written on it, and said: "I bet a thousand trial points on him to win eight consecutive victories!"
Song Qingmei also became interested. She looked at Sun Ning with some protest and said: "I also bet a thousand trial points, but I bet that he can only get five consecutive victories!"
The odds given by Jihad Palace, unless there are any accidents, are usually 7 to 1 for every winning streak. Of course, occasionally there will be situations where the odds are specifically designated for someone.
Feng Piaoxue and Song Qingmei each bet one thousand trial points. If they win, they will get eight thousand with interest! Of course, if they lose, there will be no money left.
For ordinary people, one thousand trial points is incredibly difficult to obtain. But for them, just betting on this number is not a big deal - there are also various levels of differences between geniuses.
The maid's eyes fell on Yang Ku and Sun Ning, and she smiled sweetly and said: "Do you want to bet the two distinguished guests? You can bet two at will and try your luck."
Seeing that his boss didn't express any reaction, Yang Ku waved his hand to express no bet. His philosophy of life is to be down-to-earth step by step, and he will not get involved in anything related to opportunism, such as gambling.
But a discordant voice suddenly sounded: "Why, the dignified eldest brother Yang Ku, can't you even get some points for betting? I can lend it to you if you need it."
Of course it was Song Qingmei who spoke.
She didn't even know why, but she suddenly felt a demon in her heart, a demon that found every opportunity to fight against this young man.
Sun Ning raised his eyebrows and ignored her provocation, but said to Feng Piaoyu: "Xiaoyu, just tell me any number you like."
Feng Piaoyu rolled her beautiful eyes and said softly: "My favorite novel is written by a writer from ancient times named Qi Lai. Well... let's go with Qi!"
Sun Ning nodded, took a number plate with 'seven' written on it, and said calmly: "Then I'll bet 100,000 trial points!"
"What?"
Everyone was shocked.
For such a highly risky bet, he actually bet 100,000 trial points all at once. Isn’t this too scary? In the betting history of the First Realm Jihad Platform, the largest bet amount was only ten percent of it.
one.
"Okay, thank you sir!"
After being surprised, the beautiful girl immediately handed over a large jihad order. After everyone transferred trial points into it, the smile on her face deepened, and she smiled sweetly at Sun Ning and left the box.
Feng Piaoxue took a deep look at Sun Ning, and her evaluation of this guy was invisibly higher.
She could obviously tell that this guy had no intention of placing a bet, but when Song Qingmei choked him, he casually took out one hundred thousand trial points and gave her the loudest response.
Didn't you say that I don't have trial points? Then I'll just bet a hundred times yours.
I bet, it all depends on my mood, I just play with the numbers, I don't care about winning or losing at all.
As the daughter of the leader of the Painting Sect, of course she can get 100,000 trial points. But if she wants to get so many points so casually and playfully, she will never give up.
Yang Ku looked at Sun Ning with some admiration.
As expected, he is the boss I recognized, and his skills are not ordinary. I just play whatever I want to bet on, and I don't care about winning or losing at all.
Play with your mood and willfulness, this is the highest level of gambling!
Song Qingmei was secretly angry. She really wanted to bite off the flesh of this bastard. She sneered, "What's this? It's just a free gift of 100,000 points to the Holy War Palace."
Sun Ning smiled and ignored her.
He already has hundreds of thousands of trial points. Taking a hundred thousand to slap him in the face is no more troublesome than eating a candy. And making money for him has always been just a matter of refining a few furnaces of pills. Just the Juvenile Pill
I don’t know how many tens of thousands of points the Saint’s name is worth.
At this time, the battle on the holy war platform also began.
The one who challenged Yu Longhu was a young man at the peak of his golden elixir. He only took one blow from Yu Longhu, and the tiger's mouth was shattered. On the second blow, Yu Longhu cut him in half with one blow.
Yu Longhu laughed loudly, took off the man's storage ring, scanned it with his telekinesis, frowned, and muttered in a low voice, obviously very dissatisfied with the trophies he had harvested.
The Holy War Palace had already sent two people to collect the man's body and then left. Several meters of blood flowed on the stage, but they ignored it.
The Jihad Stage is a place of bloodshed, and onlookers have long been accustomed to this bloody scene.
Martial arts training is not only better than talent, but also better than fate.
No matter how talented you are, what's the use if you don't live long?
And if you want to truly realize the great fruit and advance to the holy position, you must not only dare to fight hard, but also know yourself clearly.
A lord of the Great Sage Chamber of Commerce once said something that has been passed down to the light: No matter who it is, it is a pity to die on the jihad platform, even if it is not a talent.
Yu Longhu's terrifying two swords shocked many people, and at the same time, they also allowed everyone to see his cultivation level more clearly.
The peak of Jindan is not even half a step into Xuanmen.
What else is there to be afraid of?
In the second game, a young man who had also reached the peak of the Golden Core came up to challenge, but he died under the fourth sword of Longhu.
In this second challenge, those who are qualified to challenge him must be someone who has also won a victory on the jihad stage.
In the third round, the challenger was a half-step Xuanmen warrior. After thirty-six cuts, he was still cut into two pieces by Yu Longhu.
After winning three games in a row, there was noisy discussion among the crowd in the stands. (To be continued)