Cheng Ling glanced at Wu Chenlong and asked, regardless of the other person's surprise, "What's the situation? Please tell me in detail!"
Wu Chenlong calmed down and said: "The one who faced you yesterday was the brother of Lu Yihong, the 'Iron Lion'. Lu Yihong is very protective of his shortcomings and will definitely find a way to find a venue for the meeting."
Cheng Ling nodded and didn't interrupt, waiting for him to say something.
Wu Chenlong saw that the other party did not take it seriously, so he had to continue: "If there is only one Lu Yihong, Senior Brother Cheng may not have to be afraid. But although the Iron Sword Club is only second-rate in strength, several masters in the club are very united. If one person is humiliated, the others will not Willing to give up!"
"Oh, is there any great person in Iron Sword?"
"The Iron Sword Association has a guild leader, two deputy guild leaders, and seven generals. These ten people are the elite force in the guild and will definitely take action!"
"Tell me more about it!"
"The most powerful one is the guild leader Wu Haichao. He has perfected the golden elixir and is ranked twenty-seventh among his disciples. Next are the two deputy guild leaders Liu Yiqian and Li Linhu, who are ranked 67th and 82nd respectively on the hundred list. "
"Liu Yiqian? Is he a descendant of the Liu family?"
"Yes, this is what I'm worried about. If I offend him, I'm afraid it will draw out other strong men from the Liu family. Among them, the thirty-first ranked one is his brother Liu Hong."
Cheng Ling nodded and continued to ask: "What about the seven generals? What kind of strength are they?"
"Among the seven war generals, Lu Yihong ranks first. He has perfected the Golden Core. It is said that he is the outer disciple most likely to break into the top 100 list. The remaining six are Zhao Deyun, Chen Jingxi, Zhang Jingming, Huang Kunjie, He Pengtao, Li Junhao!"
"Except for Li Junhao, these six people all have perfect cultivation of Jindan, and their strength can be ranked among the top two hundred. Moreover, they are all inextricably linked with other gangs, and they will involve other top hundred disciples if they are not careful. .”
"And according to legend, although Li Junhao ranks last, he is the hardest to provoke. He is the cousin of Fu Qingsong, the first disciple of the outer sect. Therefore, although Lu Yiqing is domineering, he never dares to challenge Li Junhao's position as the Seventh General!"
Cheng Ling smiled bitterly, the relationship between the Iron Sword Society was too complicated, as Wu Chenlong said, a single move could affect the whole body. Forget it, when I first arrived, there was no need to compete with them for temporary gains and losses. Anyway, I planned to break through Nascent Soul and head to the inner gate soon.
He waved his hand and said, "Thank you for telling me this. Now that I've messed with it, there's nothing I can do about it. As long as they don't trouble me anymore, I can forget about it!"
Wu Chenlong was startled. What he said made it sound like you were giving others face. Boss, are others better than you now? He persuaded with a wry smile: "Brother Cheng, you will definitely not give up if you use an iron sword to touch the urine of such a person. You'd better be prepared!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Ling felt the fluctuation of the ban outside. He frowned, forced himself to restrain himself, got up, went downstairs and walked out the door!
Outside the door, a young man in blue clothes was attacking continuously, and sharp sword energy struck the seal from time to time, making bursts of sounds.
Cheng Ling's anger surged, and with a wave of his hand, the ban was opened. Looking at the young man in blue in front of him, he asked: "Who are you, and why do you want to attack my residence?"
Wu Chenlong's expression changed and he said: "Brother Cheng, he is Li Junhao, and he is indeed here!"
Li Junhao's face was full of anger, and he stared at Cheng Ling fiercely and said: "I have never seen such an arrogant newcomer. He dares to disturb Tai Sui and offend our Iron Sword Club. I think you are tired of living!"
"Stop talking nonsense and let go of your farts!"
Li Junhao paused. No one in the entire outer disciple area had ever dared to speak to him like this. Relying on Fu Qingsong's signature, everyone gave him three points. But he
I know that the relationship between me and my cousin is not that deep.
Fu Qingsong has been attacking Yuanying and wanting to enter the inner gate, and he doesn't care about his little entanglements at all. Therefore, he has always worked hard in the Iron Sword Society, hoping to gain recognition from the society through his own efforts, rather than relying on the title of his cousin, the first disciple of the outer sect.
After entering the Famous Sword Academy, his cultivation level improved all the way, reaching the peak of the late Jindan period. He was one step away from reaching perfection, and finally lived up to the title of Seven Great Generals. The day before yesterday, Lu Yiqing borrowed 3,000 contribution points from him, saying that he wanted to duel with someone, and would pay him back 4,000 when the event was completed.
He was planning to exchange it for the most advanced Four Seasons Swordsmanship in the outer sect, and wanted to give Lu Yihong some face, so he lent it to him. Unexpectedly, the news later came that it had failed. Now, I felt depressed.
It's naturally inappropriate to force Lu Yiqing to contribute points. If Iron Lion is not offended, the only thing left is to regain the ground with Cheng Ling, win back contribution points, and save the face of the Iron Sword Club externally. Killing two birds with one stone, after thinking about it, I went straight to look for Cheng Ling!
Who knew that Cheng Ling was so rude and didn't take him seriously at all. He glared at him fiercely and said, "I'm going to challenge you to a duel in the ring, with a bet of 20,000 contribution points!"
Cheng Ling sneered. This guy had a good plan. He estimated that 20,000 yuan would be his maximum. Now that you are in this muddy water, don’t think too much of the good things!
He shook his head and said: "Twenty thousand contribution points are too little, forty thousand!" Boy, play with me, you are too young. If you don't wipe out the wealth of your Iron Sword Club, you really don't know who I, Cheng Ling, am. !
Li Junhao's liver trembled when he heard that, forty thousand? This kid is crazy. With so many contribution points, do you think I'm an idiot? Even the Four Seasons Swordsmanship can be redeemed with only 30,000 contribution points.
"What? You don't dare? If you don't dare, just get out. You're still blind here without any contribution!"
This kid was so arrogant that Li Junhao's voice changed and he said sharply: "Cheng Ling, don't be arrogant, our Iron Sword Club is not someone to be trifled with!"
I really can't hold my breath, my growth is not complete yet, my duck voice is coming out. Cheng Ling continued to add, "I don't know if the Iron Sword Club is easy to offend, but I know you are all poor. You can't even come up with a mere 40,000 contribution points, so get out!"
The bullying is too much. My uncle can't stand it, but I can't stand it! Li Junhao was so angry that his hair stood on end, and he said: "Okay, just 40,000 contribution points, tomorrow at noon, the central area arena, then don't be afraid to come!"
"Get ready to contribute!" Cheng Ling smiled coldly and closed the ban.
Li Junhao was furious and turned around to collect some contribution points!
In the attic, Wu Chenlong opened his mouth wide and couldn't say a word for a long time. I have seen people who risk their lives, but I have never seen people who are so desperate. With one person, he can fight against the entire Iron Sword Society. Is he really in the right mind?
Cheng Ling turned to look at him, patted his shoulder and said, "For the sake of telling me the information, I'll give you a favor. Tomorrow, I will continue to open the bank, and this time I will adjust Li Junhao's odds. If you pay ten to one, I guarantee you will never lose!"
After saying that, he turned around and returned to the second floor, leaving Wu Chenlong alone in the wind.
The next day, there was still an hour before noon, and the arena in the central area was already completely surrounded. Those disciples came to the arena early, preparing to watch this decisive battle.
"Cheng Ling is overestimating his abilities. He just wants to defeat Lu Yiqing, but he actually challenges Li Junhao. Isn't this a complete war against the Iron Sword Society?"
"Yes, there is no harm in defeating Lu Yiqing. If we really defeat Li Junhao, we will face the Iron Sword Society directly. After all, Li Junhao is also one of the seven generals. The senior leaders in the society will definitely not give up!"
"How do you know Cheng Ling?
He is bound to win. I think that although Li Junhao is only in the late stage of Jindan, he must have received guidance from Fu Qingsong, so he may not be unable to win! "
"Yes, what kind of person is Fu Qingsong? He will definitely not sit back and watch Li Junhao fail. He will definitely launch special training. I am optimistic about Li Junhao!"
"Come, come, come, bet, bet, bet on the martial arts duel, the odds are up to you, take whatever you want, it's a good way to get rich!" Wu Chenlong shouted in the crowd of disciples at the top of his voice.
After Cheng Ling's advice yesterday, he finally made up his mind! Anyway, in the last game, I almost lost all my underwear. This time, I will play another game. Wealth can be found in danger. Looking at Cheng Ling's posture, it doesn't seem like he is not sure!
He actually offered odds of 10 to 1, betting that Li Junhao would win. As for Cheng Ling, the odds were only 10 to 1.
All the disciples were in an uproar. Could it be that Wu Chenlong was crazy? He thought it was too much to contribute. Everyone began to place bets wildly, and Li Junhao won in every case. Nonsense, you get ten for one, as long as you hit the bet and live a well-off life in advance, who wouldn’t want to.
Wu Chenlong was overwhelmed and surrounded by disciples, who kept accepting bets. In the end, at a count, there were as many as 130,000. He looked tremblingly in the direction of No. 25,000 Loft, his heart pounding.
Boss Cheng, you are really my boss, you must win! If I lose, I can't even afford to break it into pieces.
The sun gradually climbed up and noon arrived. Cheng Ling and Li Junhao came separately. Wu Chenlong couldn't hold his breath anymore, so he whispered everyone's bet to Cheng Ling and asked him how sure he was.
Cheng Ling smiled calmly and said: "It doesn't matter, it's only 130,000. Just wait and collect the contribution points. The excitement is yet to come!"
Wu Chenlong was confused by what he said. Is this certain or not? Brother, please tell the truth!
The two of them jumped onto the ring at the same time, and the presiding elder said a few words before announcing the start.
Li Junhao held back his anger and attacked Cheng Ling first without saying a word.
Cheng Ling swung his sword lightly and did not take the initiative to attack. Instead, he led Li Junhao and flew across the arena. He seemed completely lacking in confidence.
Wu Chenlong's heart was in his throat, that sword that defeated Lu Yiqing before, that kind of domineering attitude that would be better than mine, Boss Cheng, you should use it for me!
But Cheng Ling just didn't take the initiative to attack, and his sword skills were messy. He narrowly avoided every attack, as if he was about to lose at any moment.
The more Li Junhao fought, the more energetic he became, and the audience cheered loudly. They seemed to see the points of contribution waving to them, and the martial arts, swordsmanship, and body skills they dreamed of were right in front of them.
Just when Wu Chenlong was about to take out his sword, knock himself out, and repeat the same trick as before. Cheng Ling finally inadvertently took advantage of Li Junhao's forward momentum and pushed him behind him. Li Junhao lost his footing and fell into the ring!
The audience was silent, caught off guard by the sudden change. Seeing that the situation was so good, why did he suddenly lose his footing and fall into the ring. Li Junhao is too weak, just like an embroidered pillow.
The presiding elder was also dumbfounded. Such a duel was really funny. This was too much of a mistake. The one with the upper hand slipped off the ring and unfortunately lost. He shook his head secretly, Li Junhao was just relying on his cousin's name, and his strength was really unsightly.
Cheng Ling turned around and asked the presiding elder: "Elder, am I the winner in this battle?"
The presiding elder said helplessly: "Yes, Cheng Ling won this battle!"
Cheng Ling smiled slightly, took two steps forward, and said, "Tomorrow at this time, I challenge He Pengtao with a bet of 50,000 contribution points. Please help convey the message. I don't know if he dares or not!"
