"Okay, the bet is over..."

Before the word "shu" came out of his mouth, Tyrant Lion appeared with a smile.

"Wait a minute, I'll make a bet too."

"Oh, okay, senior Ba Tianshi, who do you want to bet on to win?"

Because Tyrant Lion was the last one to place a bet, the disciples from the Integral Pavilion were not afraid that others would follow suit, so they asked curiously.

Others were even more curious, wondering who Senior Ba Tianshi wanted to keep.

If it's the same as their bet, does that mean they have the same vision as Senior Tyrant Lion?

If they are different, does that mean they made the wrong bet?

So, for a while, everyone wanted to know who Tyrant Lion would bet on.

Tyrant Lion didn't hide it, he just said with a smile.

"Of course it's Xiaowanwan."

Tyrant Lion blurted out without any hesitation.

The monks who bet on Bai Yichen or Elder Qianbai all regretted, wondering if they had made a wrong bet.

What Senior Tyrant Master means is probably what Bu Ran Daojun means.

Buran Daojun also thinks that Feng Wan can win.

However, does Fengwan really want to participate in the competition?

Tyrant Lion was the last one to place a bet, and the disciples from the Points Pavilion announced that the bets were over.

[Bai Yu, why are these disciples so anxious to place their bets? Why don't they wait until the last moment? This way they have a greater chance of winning. 】

The round-eared rabbit asked Bai Yu in confusion.

Bai Yu had this question before, but he figured it out when he placed his bet just now.

It turns out that the disciple in charge of gambling at the Integral Pavilion is quite shrewd.

The further back you bet, the greater the chance of guessing, but the corresponding odds are also lower.

So many people want to fight once.

If you are discerning and make the right choice, you will definitely make a lot of money.

But once you fail, you can only admit that you are unlucky.

After Bai Yu explained this, the round-eared rabbit understood. No wonder so many people had placed bets early. It turned out to be gambling.

Betting itself is a kind of gamble, so why not bet bigger? Many disciples think so.

After Ba Tian Shi placed his bet, he came to Feng Wan and sat down next to him with a smile.

"Little Wanwan, I bet on you to win, and I bet all my old chips on you."

Ever since Bu Ran lost all his belongings, Tyrant Lion has never been able to recover.

He was so poor that he turned over this time.

Bai Yu echoed, "Master, we also bet on you to win."

Feng Wan was helpless, she couldn't do it unless she went on stage.

It just so happened that she also had itchy hands and wanted to practice.

After some time, the winner was finally decided on the stage.

Many people did not expect that Bai Yichen narrowly defeated Elder Qianbai.

Bai Yichen took back his sword and made a gesture of recognition.

Elder Qianbai waved his hand, "If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to be ashamed of."

Now only Bai Yichen is left on the stage.

The disciples who bet on him and won were all happy, they were one step closer to making money.

The disciples in charge of this competition from the Deacon Hall and the Discipline Hall came on stage together.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge Bai Yichen?"

If no one initiates a challenge after a quarter of an hour, Bai Yichen will be the winner.

Even Elder Qianbai lost, and the others who did not take the stage but were not as good as Elder Qianbai in the late Jindan stage gave up. It is better not to go up and be embarrassed.

Time passed bit by bit, just when everyone felt that the winner this time was Bai Yichen.

A woman in red stood up.

"Wow, is Master Wan coming on stage?"

"No, it's not Senior Uncle Wan, it's Senior Uncle Qing."

Feng Qingqing flew onto the stage and landed steadily opposite Bai Yichen.

"Junior brother, we haven't had a fight for a long time, why not do it today."

"Okay, I will definitely accompany you."

The disciples in the audience were excited. They were all outstanding disciples of the Holy Sword Peak, and they all used swords, and they were all in the late Golden Core stage.

It’s really hard to say whether we will win or lose.

"This is interesting. In the Golden Core Stage fighting competition a few years ago, the two of them cooperated tacitly, and their cultivation levels were evenly matched.

But if Bai Yichen’s contract beast hadn’t rescued Feng Qingqing at that time, it would have been Bai Yichen who ended up in the top ten.”

"Well, this is true, and at that time Bai Yichen was in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, and Feng Qingqing was already in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir.

In my opinion, Feng Qingqing is not Bai Yichen’s opponent."

"That's right. Bai Yichen allowed his senior sister once during the fighting competition. Will he do the same this time?"

"If you say that, it's really possible."

Feng Qingqing looked at the man in white clothes across from her and smiled with curved lips.

"Don't let me do that again."

Bai Yichen nodded, "I never let you."

Although Bai Yichen refused to admit it, Feng Qingqing knew that every time Bai Yichen fought with her, he seemed to not try his best.

The disciples from the Deacon Hall and the Discipline Hall looked at the darkening sky and had no choice but to say to the two people.

"It's getting late, let's continue tomorrow."

Feng Qingqing and Bai Yichen all nodded in agreement.

The disciples of Bai Yichen in the audience were also very satisfied.

Bai Yichen has played too many rounds today, and if he fights Feng Qingqing now, he will be at a huge disadvantage.

Their cultivation levels are not much different.

If one has abundant spiritual power and the other has severely depleted spiritual power, even if it takes time to restore the spiritual power, it will not be restored to its best state.

So it will be more fair for the two of us to compete again tomorrow.

Because Feng Qingqing and Bai Yichen are so strong, everyone is looking forward to tomorrow's game.

One night without words, the next day.

Many Yuanying stage monks who rarely showed up came, floating in mid-air, looking at the stage.

Feng Wan also came early to cheer Feng Qingqing on.

Tyrant Lion was sitting next to her.

Tyrant Lion was so active this time, not only to watch the fun, but also because he was afraid that Feng Wan would not go to the challenge.

He is still waiting for this victory to make a comeback.

After the two people greeted each other on the stage, the fight officially began.

Feng Qingqing and Bai Yichen both used swords, and swordsmen were good at speed.

The two of them practice swordsmanship in the wind and snow all year round, and their speed is unmatched by ordinary swordsmen.

As soon as the fight started, everyone's eyes couldn't see enough, and the two people on the stage turned into two afterimages.

Fortunately, there is a red shadow and a white shadow, otherwise I really can't tell who is who.

Feng Qingqing's fireworks were arrogant and domineering, and her red sword was as powerful as a broken bamboo.

Bai Yichen's Long Yuan Sword is calm and restrained, and every sword energy seems to have the sound of a dragon's roar.

The disciples in the audience were immediately shocked. It turned out that sword cultivators were not only powerful in killing power, but also had such beautiful moves.

Fa Xiu's disciples have always laughed at Sword Xiu's moves as they are too simple and cannot be compared with Fa Xiu's.

But now they realize how superficial they are.

The beauty of power cannot be compared to the gorgeous magic spells.

Many disciples even came up with the idea of ​​going to Holy Sword Peak to learn swordsmanship.

Feng Qingqing knew that Bai Yichen didn't let her go this time, which made her very happy.

If you fight without reservation, it won't matter even if you lose.

Anyway, it was their Holy Sword Peak who won in the end.

No, she lost, and Wanwan will help her win it back.
Chapter completed!