The time for gambling has arrived!
Early in the morning, the six of them had gathered together. As soon as they went out to rush to the secret realm of Tianshui River, they saw a brilliant light flying from the direction of Lingxiao Immortal City.
The light flew very fast, and after a few breaths, it landed in front of everyone's eyes, and a gourd magic weapon appeared. On top of it, a big man with beards was reclining, and he was leisurely drinking from a small gourd.
The big man had a perfect Taoist appearance, with a high-grade Taoist robe hanging diagonally on his shoulders, his arms open, and his face full of flesh.
Seeing that Cheng Chuxun's body was upright, he took a few steps forward and said seriously: "Father, why are you here?"
Ji Wushuang was shocked. This big man with a fierce face turned out to be Cheng Chuxun's father!
Ji Wushuang took a closer look at Cheng Chuxun, who was also a handsome young man.
Holy shit! What level of beauty is his mother that can neutralize such a fierce gene to become like this?
The big man burped and ignored Cheng Chuxun. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and smiled at Li Xiaojing:
"Miss, it seems that things are a bit big today. Senior Brother Yao is afraid of any accidents, so he specially arranged for Lao Cheng and me to accompany you today."
Li Xiaojing smiled like a flower and said:
"Thank you so much, Uncle Cheng, I have alarmed your master no matter what.
My Aunt Mei gave me some jars of spiritual wine last time. I am not a girl who drinks too much. Come on tomorrow, I will have someone deliver it to you. "
"Hahahaha, thank you very much, Miss," Cheng Chuxun's father laughed loudly. He patted the gourd under him, and the gourd magic weapon instantly grew a bit bigger. "Come up, I will take you for a ride."
Li Xiaojing and others jumped onto the gourd.
Ji Wushuang looked at the gourd carefully and felt that the quality of this flying magic weapon was indeed not low.
It can carry six people at a time, which is at least a platinum-level magic weapon.
Ji Wushuang couldn't help but be a little greedy. When can he get a flying magic weapon of this level?
Why!
Ji Wushuang sighed secretly, feeling the heat overflowing from his dantian.
There are still eighteen days left, let’s wait and see if we can survive safely.
The gourd magic weapon was extremely fast, and the journey that originally took dozens of minutes only took more than three minutes.
Standing on the gourd, Ji Wushuang looked down and saw that the riverside square outside the secret realm of Jixin Island on the Tianshui River at Level 20 was already filled with colorful flags and a sea of people.
Good guy, this grand occasion is just like the grand event of the Nascent Soul Sword Conference held every four years.
No wonder Cheng Chuxun's father was alarmed and took action. The situation was indeed out of control.
Brother Cheng pressed the gourd and landed safely on the edge of the square.
After everyone jumped down, a crowd surged into the field.
"Here he comes, the true master is here..."
The monks at the foundation building and golden elixir stages all held the shadow beads on their heads and came towards Ji Wushuang noisily.
It turned out to be reporters from major immortal alliances.
Damn it, Ji Wushuang secretly cursed, this is really a fishy fly, the topic has become so lively like this.
It’s no different from the earth in the previous life.
With his father behind the scenes to supervise, Cheng Chuxun didn't dare to be careless.
With a wave of his hand, a silver spear was placed in front of several people, blocking out the people who were surrounding them.
His Nascent Soul-level aura was released, and he said in a cold voice with a stern face: "Don't get too close, get out of the way! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
These reporters were only Jindan-level monks at the highest. They were forced to retreat if they dared to get into trouble.
A female cultivator from behind raised her flying sword and flew towards this side, shouting from a distance: "Brother Cheng, it's me!"
Cheng Chuxun's expression softened: "Li Jun, why are you here?"
The woman landed next to everyone with a smile on her face. She first bowed to Monk Cheng in the back, then came to Li Xiaojing's side and said with a smile:
"Miss Seven, Brother Cheng, I came here specifically to interview you this time.
You don’t know that since you broke the secret realm record of level 10 for the first time, our popularity on Blue Star has exploded, ranking only behind the popularity of Jiang Xiaotian’s songs. "
Li Xiaojing obviously had a good relationship with her. She lowered her head and whispered a few words to her, and introduced Cao Se and Cao Fu to her.
After the greetings, she turned to Ji Wushuang in a bright and moving manner, stretched out her jade hand and said:
"Zhuangyuanlang, I am Li Jun, one of the official spokespersons of the Tang Dynasty. Let's meet each other and become a friend, right?"
Li Jun?
Oh, Ji Wushuang remembered that this beautiful female cultivator was the one who wrote an article to praise herself two days ago.
Friendly troops!
Ji Wushuang smiled and gently squeezed the other person's soft fingers, and added him as a friend.
While he was talking, Cheng Chuxun had already led everyone into the center of the square with his silver spear.
As soon as he stood still, a shout and curse came from the dense crowd in Yuan Chu:
"Hmph! I wonder who came here with such a stench, it turns out to be Cheng Manzi!"
This voice was powerful and powerful, even more powerful than Cheng Chuxun.
Ji Wushuang looked intently.
The person speaking was slender and handsome, with a short beard, but full of power.
This man turned out to be even more handsome than himself. Compared with Cheng Chuxun's father, he was simply a figure of immortality.
This person obviously has a very high status, even the always arrogant Yang Jie and Dugu Zang are accompanying him.
"Dugu Ruxin, you old boy actually took action yourself?
Haha, can a mere level 20 secret realm alarm your master? "
Brother Cheng showed a mocking look and continued: "You have left the 400-level secret realm Donghai Sword Temple alone, why are you here to join in the fun?
We lost the progress last time, and our brother Li is holding back his energy. Be careful that he will steal us first this time. "
In the context of the rivalry between the Tang Dynasty and the Sui Dynasty, the two of them frequently fought against each other. This time, enemies were extremely jealous when they met, so Cheng Yizhen was naturally tit for tat.
Dugu Ruxin smiled calmly:
"Aren't you here too? I heard from my son that your little princess of the Tang Dynasty is amazing. She broke the record of level 10 secret realms as soon as she entered the game world.
Last time we beat our Yang Shao one game.
You know me, you are willing to delve into the secret strategy, and you only do this out of curiosity. "
"Hahahaha, I, Old Cheng, am a power cultivator and don't understand these things. I am just here to watch the fun.
It's just a level 20 secret realm. I'll leave it to these juniors. You can do whatever you want while I watch the show. "
Dugu Ruxin's expression changed slightly. Although Cheng Manzi seemed to be a rough man, he was actually an old fox.
What he said just now directly implies that he lowered his status, competed with the juniors, and was embarrassed. He was waiting to see himself performing a monkey trick.
After being criticized by this old enemy, he really couldn't bear to end it personally and lose face.
He turned to Dugu Zang and Yang Jie and said softly: "There is no need to deliberately create momentum. This strategy is what I have thought about for a long time. With the blessing of the magic weapon, I will not lose to the opponent again."
Yang Jie respected this big shot and nodded:
"I know Uncle Xin, this time I want to avenge my shame. The four people I selected are all level 22 masters, and they also have this magic weapon in their hands. I will let them know how powerful I am."
After speaking, Yang Jie held out a magic sword and stood in front of him with a look of arrogance.
The magical sword was blood red, engraved with countless formations, and burning with blazing flames. It was definitely not ordinary at first glance.
The reporters gathered not far away captured this information.
Someone exclaimed with wide eyes:
"I, Cao, am the Fiery Sword, the number one magical sword in the early stage of foundation building!
I heard that Tong Gelou of Great Qin used a lot of formations and materials, which reduced the demand for this magical sword a lot. I didn't expect that Young Master Yang bought it. "
"I've seen this magical sword. I was drooling when I was at level 50. It was a purple-gold spiritual weapon with a 10% increase in damage!"
"No, even if the demand is reduced, it can't be used by a level 20 Qi Refining monk, right?"
"Hey Lao Wang, please share your first-hand information about Da Qin."
"Hmph, you have all upgraded, so naturally you don't pay much attention to it. This magic sword was successfully downgraded to the 20th level for Qi refining by our Master Feng in Gelou a few days ago.
Now this magical weapon has surpassed the Water Thunder Sword, which was the number one magic weapon in the Qi refining period, and is now the number one magic weapon in the Qi refining period. "
"Holy shit, you're so awesome, you're downgraded by 30 levels and have a need for a big realm?"
"How many spiritual stones will this cost?"
The man from the Great Qin Immortal Alliance said proudly: "The price is 3 million high-grade spiritual stones, no counter-offer!"
"Fuck..."
"Gan!"
...
"Worri!"
"Young Master Yang attaches too much importance to this bet. It costs three million high-grade spiritual stones for a transitional magic weapon. It's too expensive."
"Three million high-grade spiritual stones?! Cao, do you, Master Feng, still accept disciples? I want to become a disciple!"
"Even our own people in Great Qin can't come in. If you still want to worship, just go ahead and dream!"
Seeing the excitement there, Li Jun went to inquire about the information and quickly ran back to share it.
Because of the opponent's magical weapon, she was a little worried, fearing that Ji Wushuang and the others would lose to the opponent.
On the other hand, Ji Wushuang, the person involved, smiled disdainfully after hearing this.
He sighed, this Yang Jie has not made much progress, and he still wants to fight with himself?
What high-grade equipment, what kind of old man who can output all his skills.
If those old people from the previous term were good enough, could they still be stuck at level 20 without upgrading and focus on this secret realm?
They were all semi-disabled. Originally, I was worried that Yang Jie would do something wrong, but now I saw that they were still the same old routine without any new ideas.
Li Xiaojing and the other four also looked worried.
Although he knew Ji Wushuang's fighting style, it was an elite-level monster in the secret realm, and the control time was simply not enough to kill it.
Ji Wushuang is too brave...
At this moment, Dugu Ruxin snorted coldly, and a muffled thunder sounded in the ears of the crowd in the field.
Most of the people here are reporters and people who come to join in the fun. The highest level is the golden elixir stage.
Shocked by the powerful aura of Dugu Ruxin's late Nascent Soul, the square with thousands of people instantly fell silent.
Dugu Ruxin was one of the top 100 most powerful monks in the Nascent Soul stage of Blue Star. He was also the leader of the first elite group of the Great Sui Dynasty. He was a real power sect and was naturally very powerful.
He glanced at Cheng Yizhen, who was leisurely drinking spiritual wine in the presence of the old god, and said loudly:
"Cheng Manzi, are you interested in taking a gamble? Last time I won your captain's purple-gold magic sword. I deserve it."
