After such a commotion, the news spread quickly that Mr. Zhao from the first family of the wild caravan and his immortal master were going to compete with a man holding a broken sword.
Moreover, I heard that the helper Zhao Gongzi recruited was a second-level immortal master, while the Broken Sword boy only had a first-level immortal master.
Bet between the two parties:
On Young Master Zhao’s side: If he loses, all the Broken Sword Boy’s things will belong to Young Master Zhao, and he will strip naked and walk out of the city gate to go to the wilderness to fend for himself.
Broken Sword Boy: If you win, you will get one hundred middle-grade spiritual crystals.
As soon as the news came out, many people gathered at the martial arts arena to watch the excitement.
In fact, a two-way bet is optional for most people.
The key is that there is excitement to watch, and you can place bets in the competition arena.
As a result, many people suddenly flooded into the competition ground that had not been bustling for a long time...
The competition ground is circular, very tall and can accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time. It is basically built with huge stones, giving people a sense of pure violent aesthetics. The competition venue is in the middle.
The arena also has a name, which is the arena.
Every four years, a barbaric grand ceremony is held here, divided into three events: the Colosseum, the Fairy Fighting Field, and the Human Fighting Field.
The Colosseum refers to a place where powerful exotic beasts are captured from the wilderness and used in duels. The top three winners will receive generous bonuses.
The Fighting Fairy Field and the Fighting Field, as the names suggest, are practitioners dueling with practitioners, and people dueling with each other. They are selected at different levels, and the top three who win in the end receive generous rewards.
"Tsk tsk! Boy, your odds are a bit high. Don't you want to bet on it?"
On the competition ground, Master Jian stared at the two light curtains projected by formations over the edge and clicked his tongue.
Two very large light screens showed that those who bet on An Qing would win only a few thousand, while those who bet on the tough guy would win tens of thousands. If An Qing loses, those who bet on the tough guy will win, except for this person. In addition to gold, you can only get very little winnings.
If An Qing wins, then those who bet on him will get a huge sum of money.
However, judging from the bets, it was clear that everyone was not optimistic about An Qing and believed that An Qing could not win at all.
Because there is a huge gap between the two, mortals who have a certain understanding of the realm of cultivation know that it is common sense for monks with high realms to crush low-level monks.
Betting on a strong-backed man means your winnings increase sharply, while betting on An Qing makes your winnings crawl like a tortoise...
"Hmm... If it continues like this, it's really scary." An Qing glanced at the bet, frowned and said: "Then how much do you think I should bet on? I only have the best spiritual crystals with me. Oh, I'm afraid someone will miss you."
"Indeed, no one is guilty of carrying a jade. Now you really shouldn't show off, just one-tenth of the price."
"good."
An Qing glanced at the sturdy man who had been standing with his hands folded and his eyes closed. His eyes flashed, he raised his hands and shouted loudly: "Referee!"
Standing between the two of them was an old man with a cold face and a selfless look. Seeing An Qing raise his hand, he walked towards An Qing. He was the referee of this competition.
Before the old man could speak, An Qing took the initiative to come over and whispered a few words in his ear.
When the audience on the viewing platform saw An Qing's actions, they immediately stopped talking and looked at the light screen in confusion.
Every move of An Qing and the old referee was clearly projected on the light screen.
The tiger-backed man opened his eyes and took a look. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but he didn't pay attention.
In his opinion, there is no suspense in this competition.
Zhao Wu, the initiator of this competition, was sitting in the center of the audience, staring at the light screen with suspicion.
I don't know what An Qing was up to, but after seeing his immortal master standing there with a calm expression, a sneer emerged from the corner of his mouth.
A bet?
I didn’t take it seriously at all, because it’s impossible for you to leave the competition field alive, hehe!
An Qing's few whispers made the old referee startled, and then he saw An Qing take out a small piece of Ling Yuan Crystal. At first, the old referee didn't pay much attention, thinking that An Qing was joking with him, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face, but When he noticed that the small piece of spirit crystal in An Qing's hand was emitting waves of wood spirit energy that was so rich that it was almost impossible to dissolve it, the old referee's eyes lit up.
After a moment, he looked at An Qing thoughtfully, and quickly took away the top-grade spiritual essence crystal from An Qing's hand.
Just when everyone thought that the old referee had been bribed, they suddenly heard the old referee shouting: "An Qing, bet on yourself to win, one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones."
Everyone present: "..."
Then the old referee raised his hand, with a small piece of crystal almost the size of his thumb on his palm, and added: "A small piece of top-grade Spiritual Crystal can be worth a hundred pieces of mid-grade Spiritual Crystal."
Hiss~
Everyone took a breath at this moment.
Zhao Wu, who was picking up the tea cup to take a sip of tea, suddenly shook his hand and the tea cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces. He stared at the light screen with a look of surprise on his face.
"I have never seen the best spiritual essence crystal at home, but this kid actually has one. Could it be that he is..."
Although Zhao Wu is a playboy, he basically understands what he needs to know. People who know that they can get the best spiritual crystals are by no means ordinary people.
It's not someone he can provoke, but it's too late to say anything now, the competition is about to begin.
Zhao Wu looked at An Qing on the martial arts field, and then at the hunky-backed man. He suddenly felt regretful in his heart. Behind him, he heard his follower's cynicism towards An Qing, which immediately made Zhao Wu upset. He turned around and shouted: "Give it to me." Shut up!"
The few followers were startled, shut up one after another, and looked at Zhao Wu suspiciously, not knowing why Zhao Wu suddenly went crazy.
Even the calm and composed man Shi Hu was frightened. He opened his eyes and looked at An Qing in disbelief, and then at the spar in the hand of the old referee. At this distance, he could tell the truth as long as he released his spiritual thoughts. Fake.
The results are really...really!
Shi Hu was no longer calm now, and looked at An Qing with eyes as full of surprise and suspicion as Zhao Wu's.
Could it be that this guy has an unusual origin?
Thinking of this, Shi Hu was a bit embarrassed.
The young master wants me to kill this kid, but this kid seems to have an unusual identity. If anything happens to him, won't the family or power behind him want to put me and the Zhao family in the same boat?
The Zhao family has backers, I am just a mercenary of the Zhao family...
Shi Hu's expression changed, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong.
We have to think of a foolproof strategy so that neither party is offended... We have it!
Shi Hu thought quickly for a moment, his eyes suddenly flashed with light, the corners of his mouth raised, and he looked at An Qing calmly, thinking that he already had a plan.
But An Qing looked like he didn't care.
"Boy, you... plan to use me?"
"Of course, you are the only weapon on my body. Why don't you use your hands if you don't need it? Don't forget, I am a man who wants to become a swordsman. What is the use of a sword?"
"But......"
Before Mr. Jian finished speaking, the old referee stood in the middle and read out the rules of the competition, and then shouted: "The game begins!" After saying that, his figure flashed and quickly retreated to the edge of the field.
After giving the order, everyone stared at the competition field intently.
Staring at the big light screen with bad eyesight.
At this time, An Qing suddenly moved, with a calm smile on his face, and without even saying hello, he slowly stretched his hands to his waist.
I thought about the scene I saw.
In fact, he has long wanted to give it a try.
Just never had the chance.
Shi Hu originally planned to explain that it was just a discussion, but he didn't expect An Qing to take action directly. His face darkened. He was a monk of a higher level after all, but this kid didn't even have any manners.
Shi Hu snorted coldly and was thinking of teaching An Qing a lesson.
However, after seeing An Qing's actions inadvertently, Shi Hu's expression changed slightly and his heart beat wildly for no reason.
In his opinion, An Qing's actions were naturally normal.
But it gave myself a sense of a life-or-death crisis.
This is an almost instinctive intuition honed by often fighting to the death with those powerful beasts in the wilderness.
If you can't take the young man's sword, then you will definitely die!
Shi Hu was horrified and hurriedly threw away the distracting thoughts in his heart. He pulled out the silver sword from his back and placed it in front of him to concentrate on alert.
At this time, when An Qing held the hilt of the sword at his waist, a fierce aura rushed in all directions in an instant.
Everyone in the audience was suddenly shocked. They were frightened and puzzled by the sudden sharp aura.
The young man obviously just stretched out his hand to hold the sword.
Why is there such a great momentum?
"This is...the sword's intention turning into qi, yes! It's the sword's intention turning into qi!"
At this time, in the viewing gallery, an older monk suddenly stood up, pointed at An Qing and said loudly and tremblingly.
