Ding Xiaoyi looked at the enthusiastic audience coldly,
His face was as calm as water, without any disturbance at all.
The handsome young man beside him had a warm and bright smile on his face. He looked at Ding Xiaoyi with approval and encouragement in his eyes.
"Come on, place your bets, let's bet on how many games this kid can survive?"
A middle-aged man in brocade robes raised his arms and shouted to the audience.
As the man in brocade robes waved his arms, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The man in brocade robes directly used the table in the auditorium as a gambling table.
Countless figures rushed toward the man in brocade robes, with fanatical expressions on their faces.
Every audience member has a very bad impression of Ding Xiaoyi.
"I bet this kid can't survive ten games, how can I bet?" Someone rushed to the man in brocade robes and asked loudly to the man in brocade robes.
"Okay, let's decide based on the number of games, ten games, twenty games, thirty games, and so on and so on. How about ten games? , for twenty games, one pays two, for thirty games, one pays three, and so on, how about?"
The man in brocade robe smiled heartily, and then said to everyone.
"Okay, I can't survive ten games against this kid." Someone immediately shouted,
Some people said loudly: "I bet this kid can't even last twenty games."
"Oh, by the way, you can only bet with spiritual stones." The man in the brocade robe was like a cunning old fox, he showed a cunning smile to everyone.
When everyone heard this, their expressions couldn't help but change.
You must know that they don't have many spiritual stones on their bodies, which are scarce cultivation resources.
Many cultivators with strong fortunes placed bets. Although their bets were not large, the sum of the bits and pieces could be considered a considerable amount of income.
The man in brocade robes narrowed his eyes with a smile, like a proud old rich man.
"Excuse me, can I buy it myself?" Ding Xiaoyi looked at the middle-aged man whose eyes were narrowed with a smile, and he couldn't help but ask him.
Hearing Ding Xiaoyi's voice, the man in brocade robes was slightly startled, and then a fox-like smile appeared on his face.
"Of course. I don't know how you want to bet. Is it whether you can succeed in the challenge or how many games you can last?" The middle-aged man in brocade robes asked Ding Xiaoyi very friendly.
When everyone saw that Ding Xiaoyi was so bold and wanted to place a bet on himself, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Boy, don't be embarrassed and surrender quickly. I think you can't even last ten games. Are you thinking that you can only last ten games?"
"Hahaha..." Someone taunted Ding Xiaoyi, and their taunts caused everyone to burst into laughter.
Through the iron cage restricting the talisman array, they saw the gentle and indifferent figure of the young man in cloth. No one thought highly of this young man.
The challenge of the King of Hundred Battles is not as simple as just challenging a hundred masters.
"If I succeed in the challenge, what's the bet?"
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the middle-aged man in brocade robes under the stands calmly.
His face remained calm, but his expression was also calm and composed.
The middle-aged man in brocade robes was only slightly startled, and then burst into bursts of laughter.
"Haha...", the middle-aged man in brocade robe laughed like crazy, and he stopped after a long time.
"Your Excellency, you are very confident in yourself, but it's good to be more confident." The face of the middle-aged man in brocade robes was full of amusement, and he seemed to be dismissive of Ding Xiaoyi's confidence.
"Tell me how to bet. If I succeed in the challenge, how many times can you pay me?"
Ding Xiaoyi was not angry because of the other party's ridicule. He just looked at the other party calmly, with deep and indifferent eyes.
"Boy, you are too confident. Being too confident means you are arrogant. Anyway, if someone gives you a spiritual stone, I will accept it as a gift. Boy, hurry up and take out your bet.
Bet, how many spiritual stones do you want to bet on? "The middle-aged man in brocade robe said to Ding Xiaoyi impatiently.
Other spectators looked at Ding Xiaoyi in the arena with mocking eyes. They had long thought that this young man could not succeed.
"There are a hundred spirit stones here, just give me the chance to succeed in the challenge. And you have to pay me 10,000 spirit stones. I don't want too many. You can't afford to pay for more."
Ding Xiaoyi's hand flashed with white light, and white lights flew out from the arena, and then all fell into the hands of the middle-aged man in brocade robes.
But the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and there was a fiery light in his eyes. Those were a hundred spirit stones.
Which mountain nook did this young man come from to become so rich?
He had also heard about this young man's deeds, and it was the old man Tieguai who obtained this young man's spirit stone.
"Boy, I will accept your great gift. As for how many spiritual stones I have to compensate you, don't think too much about it, because you will never succeed."
The middle-aged man in brocade robes had long narrowed his eyes into thin slits, and he said to Ding Xiaoyi like a cunning old fox.
"Prepare 10,000 spirit stones first, and come back to get them after I finish the challenge." Ding Xiaoyi said to the middle-aged man in brocade robes without any disapproval.
"This kid is so ignorant that he really thinks he can succeed in the challenge."
There were people in the crowd who did not hide their disdain. They talked loudly and did not avoid Ding Xiaoyi at all.
Ning Wuzhe never disturbed Ding Xiaoyi from beginning to end.
He just took in all of this, and he began to become somewhat interested in this young man who had no aura of cultivation in his body.
Of course, it was just a bit of interest, and he didn't take it seriously.
He didn't think that this commoner boy could succeed in the challenge. The challenge of the King of Hundred Battles was not just as simple as challenging a hundred battles.
"Everyone, please be quiet."
Ning Wuzhe pressed his hands in the air, and the noisy arena suddenly became quiet.
Ning Wuzhe looked around, his eyes fell on the middle-aged man in brocade robes, and then he glanced around again.
Everyone looked at the handsome young man in the arena with burning eyes. They didn't even bother to look at Ding Xiaoyi.
After everyone calmed down, Ning Wuzhe slowly spoke: "The challenge of the King of One Hundred Battles was applied by Qinglong Hall, and the challenge of the King of One Hundred Battles was naturally selected by various gangs. In the Capital of Killing, , naturally there is no fair and just statement, strength represents everything.”
"Now, I announce that Ding Xiaoyi's King of Hundred Battles challenge has officially begun."
Ning Wuzhe shouted loudly, and the roar swept through the entire arena like thunder, even in other arenas.
As soon as Ning Wuzhe's voice fell, the arena became even more crowded and lively.
A burly figure walked slowly over, and with every step the man took, there was a tremor like the earth was shaking.
A figure as tall as a giant mountain appeared in everyone's sight.
It was a big man with his upper body exposed and carrying a big knife.
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When everyone saw Baili Xiongfeng slowly boarding the arena with a big sword, their faces couldn't help but twitch.
Everyone knows that Bai Lixiong is as crazy as Geng Liqiu.
He took pleasure in killing, and countless opponents were torn to pieces by him.
He has the wit of a human race and the ferocity of a demon race. He is an out-and-out madman.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the rough man coming slowly like a huge mountain, and he felt a strong blood-evil aura from his body.
This big man is as tall as a mountain, and his muscles are as strong as iron. He is a descendant of a human-monster.
It has the ferocity of a demon but also the wisdom of a human being.
In this first battle, a super strong man was sent out, and everyone couldn't help but take a breath of air.
No one is optimistic about Ding Xiaoyi, because the reputation of Baili Xiongfeng is too loud in the country.
This commoner boy might be torn to pieces by Baili Xiongfeng in the first game.
"Boy, show me your sword."
Baili Xiongfeng knew that Ding Xiaoyi was a swordsman as soon as he came on stage. He glared at Ding Xiaoyi and said fiercely.
"Why use a sword to kill you?"
Ding Xiaoyi said calmly.
Baili Xiongfeng is just a strong man with extraordinary destiny, and he has not yet reached the point where he wants to draw a sword.
