Between the inner gate and the outer gate, there is a wide river, meandering across the north and south.

A huge square lies above the river.

In the center of the square, there are ten altars lined up.

On every altar, there is a number.

Battlefield No. 1.

Battlefield No. 2.

And finally, Battlefield No. 10.

That’s right!

This is the entrance to the battlefield.

Early in the morning, people came to the square one after another.

"There are a lot of people here today!"

"A mere outer disciple is actually so popular?"

"Brother, this is wrong. Everyone is here to see the fun."

"Do you think this Jiang Haotian is too courageous to offend Feng Zijun?"

"This is called seeking death."

"Jiang Haotian didn't enter Jiutian Palace before. As long as he hid, Feng Zijun couldn't do anything to him."

"And now, he has entered Jiutian Palace and using Feng Zijun's methods to deal with him? Isn't it as simple as killing a chicken?"

"That's right."

"It is said that he is not afraid of tigers even when he is a newborn calf. It seems to be true now. He dares to accept even Shi Tai's challenge."

"Shitai is a half-step god. I heard that he also masters the perfect divine art, the perfect auxiliary divine art, and even has a top-notch divine weapon."

"How can an outer disciple defeat him?"

People were talking a lot.

By the time the sun rose, tens of thousands of people had gathered in the square.

Most of them are outer disciples.

And this square is large enough to accommodate 50,000 to 60,000 people. It can be said to be very large.

"Get out of the way."

suddenly.

A slightly arrogant laugh sounded.

I saw a fat man in a golden coat, with various golden rings on his hands, and a gold chain as thick as a thumb hanging around his neck. There were two followers behind him, walking around like a rich man.

Enter the square.

"Fat brother, you're here!"

"Fat brother, are you still following the same rules?"

When everyone saw this fat man coming, they felt a little afraid and a little expectant.

"certainly."

The fat man walked to a corner of the square, flicked his sleeves, and a big golden table appeared on the ground.

"No more nonsense."

"Shi Tai, bet one and pay one."

"Jiang Haotian, bet one and pay ten."

"Those who don't place bets, please move your position and give way."

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, people in the square immediately rushed forward.

"I am Shitai."

"I will also bet on Shitai."

"It's obvious that Shitai must be trusted."

Everyone took out the soul stones one after another.

Some bet more than a dozen coins, some bet hundreds of coins, and some bet thousands of coins.

After a while.

The table was filled with soul stones.

The two little followers were very busy collecting soul stones and recording at the same time.

Seeing the crowd swarming in, the fat man also smiled happily.

"I'll stake 50,000 soul stones."

"I bet one hundred thousand!"

"..."

The person who can produce so many soul stones must be an inner disciple, and he is also the best among the inner disciples.

"So lively?"

At this time.

Two men and one woman walked into the square and were a little dazed when they saw the scene in front of them.

It was Mu Tianyang, Mu Qing, and Guo Xueqi.

"What?"

"Ten for one?"

When they heard everyone's discussion, Mu Tianyang and Mu Qing looked at each other.

Such high odds?

Mu Qing laughed secretly and said: "Ancestor, isn't this just a clear plan to give us soul stones?"

"low profile."

Mu Tianyang laughed, walked to the table, took out a Qiankun bag, and slapped it on the table.

"kindness?"

The fat man was stunned, glanced at the Qiankun Bag, and thought to himself, is he so domineering, could he be a rich man?

Mu Tianyang glanced at the people around him, suddenly grinned, and said: "I bet on Jiang Haotian, five million soul stones!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

Everyone looked at Mu Tianyang in shock.

The fat man and the two little followers also looked dull, and they had completely forgotten what they were doing.

Wow!

with no doubt.

next moment.

The square became commotion.

"What?"

"It's actually Jiang Haotian?"

"It's still five million soul stones!"

"Oh my God, he's crazy!"

"who is he?"

"Aren't you afraid that these five million soul stones will be wasted?"

…

The fat man came back to his senses, grabbed the Qiankun bag, looked at it carefully for a while, and his face suddenly twitched.

There really are five million soul stones!

So many soul stones!

Who is not moved?

The fat man swallowed, looked up at Mu Tianyang, and asked, "Are you sure you want to escort Jiang Haotian?"

"Sure."

Mu Tianyang nodded.
To be continued...