(The third update has been written, and I will save the manuscript for the next update...Will there be motivation for the fourth update today...Revise it once, and you will die early...)
No one knows what Ning Fan did in Shiguan. As the date for the battle between Ning Fan and Bai Feiteng approached, many senior masters began to rush to the Ghost Bird Sect to wait for this rare master showdown.
Over the outer valley of the Ghost Bird Sect, thousands of feet in the air, there is a square purple jade platform suspended in the sky. Ghost Bird spent a huge amount of money to build it specifically for this duel.
This purple jade empty platform is very similar to the hanging jade platform of the Tianli Sect back then. This also marks that after the fall of Tianli, the Ghost Bird Sect officially became the number one demon sect in the Yue Kingdom.
There are old masters such as Bai Zun in the sect, and new young masters such as Ning Fan. The Ghost Bird Sect's momentum is at its peak.
Streams of light came through the sky. The old monsters Rong Ling traveled to the sky, and those with rich family fortunes sometimes came through the fairy clouds. The famous old monsters Jindan took advantage of the high-rise boats to travel grandly.
The five hundred Eagle Guards of the Ghost Bird Sect are responsible for maintaining law and order in the Ghost Bird Sect and are responsible for receiving guests. Each Eagle Guard has a cultivation level above the sixth level of Pimai. They all have an indifferent look on their faces. They ride on flying eagle monsters and fly into the sky. Escape to the ground and receive the guests at the Pulse Pulse Stage one by one on the suspended jade platform.
The commander of the Eagle Guards, Ying Yang, is responsible for receiving those distinguished people.
Ying Yang, a middle-aged man wearing black armor and a scar on his face, was riding a three-foot-long silver condor and speeding through the sky.
Often when encountering an escaping master, they would immediately greet him. However, their expressions and attitudes would differ depending on the opponent's cultivation level.
Ying Yang is an elder of the Ghost Sparrow Sect in the late stage of Rong Ling. He is also the leader of the Eagle Guard, and he has his own arrogance.
He would only greet the Master of Fusion Spirits with a smile, but only to the Master of Golden Core. As for those "Top Ten Yue"-level figures, and even more noble ancestor-level figures, Ying Yang's attitude was more respectful.
"Commander Ying Yang, I am honored to meet you. I am the elder of Ziguang Sect, Song Xing."
"It turns out it's Elder Song Xing. I'm so glad to meet you..." Ying said with a smile, because Song Xing was only an elder in the middle stage of Fusion Spirit.
"I am Qingchengzi, a casual cultivator, and I have met Commander Yingyang..."
"Oh? It turns out to be fellow Taoist Qingcheng. Fellow Taoist, please follow me into the Purple Jade Sky Terrace!" Ying Yang's tone was slightly soothing, because this Qingchengzi is an old monster in the early stage of the Golden Elixir. Although he is a casual cultivator, he should not be underestimated. watch for.
"I am Mrs. Yunhua, and I have come specially to attend the Ghost Bird Sect's grand gathering."
"Hiss! I didn't expect that Madam has come to our sect to watch the battle. I missed her welcome from afar, so I apologize!" Ying Yang's eyes were respectful, and occasionally with heat, he scraped Mrs. Yunhua's delicate body hard and swallowed her saliva.
Mrs. Yunhua is known as the most beautiful woman in the Yue Kingdom. Although her cultivation level is only in the late stage of Ling Ling, there are few male cultivators who can remain as immobile as a stone in front of her. And her husband is the famous ancestor of the Fire Cloud Sect in the Yue Kingdom... It is a tradition in the world of cultivation to pair beautiful women with old monsters, so it is not surprising. And his identity made Ying Yang dare not neglect him.
The only thing that puzzles Ying Yang is why the dignified Mrs. Yunhua would come to such a ostentatious place as the Ghost Bird Sect... You know, the ancestor Huoyun is actually very cautious and will never allow his wife to be raped by any man. Snooping, Mrs. Yunhua has always been prohibited from leaving the Huoyun Sect.
Since Mrs. Yunhua is here, it must be the order from Patriarch Huoyun... Patriarch Huoyun has something important for her to do, and no one can know about it, not even the head of Huoyun Sect. High-rise...
"Bah, why am I meddling in so many other things... If I get involved in unnecessary trouble, the consequences can be imagined..."
When Ying Yang thought of the terrifying Ancestor Huo Yun, his whole body was agitated, and he immediately looked away from Mrs. Yun Hua's delicate body.
The time was a full half month later than the gambling time, but the master did not show up, and the guests were happy to wait. Anyway, the monks were not short of a few days, and a few days were not even enough for a solitary retreat.
And with so many old monsters gathering, it is natural to exchange their cultivation experiences. Perhaps, many old monsters participate in grand gatherings for this simple purpose.
"But there are so many old monsters this time..." Ying Yang shook his scarred face and sighed. And immediately, an ethereal figure appeared behind him out of thin air and said indifferently.
"Of course! These masters are naturally here to compliment me!"
This voice appeared without any warning, making Yingyang feel a chill in his chest. He immediately turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the speaker recognized him. In the world of cultivation, it is extremely dangerous to be invaded behind your back. Even in his own sect's territory...
"Ying Yang, I have met Bai Zun!"
Yingyang's gaze swept over Bai Feiteng's body, revealing a trace of fiery heat.
Bai Zun's cultivation level has improved again. He can hide from his own perception and easily invade behind him. I'm afraid that his cultivation level has already touched the bottleneck of the later stage of Jindan...
"Excuse me...is Ning Fan here?" Bai Feiteng narrowed his eyes and sounded old-fashioned.
"No, no... Elder Ning seems to be still in retreat..."
"Hmph! What an ungrateful guy! He actually made senior wait for him!"
Bai Feiteng frowned, dissatisfied.
He deliberately left seclusion half a month late in order to let Ning Fan wait for him for half a month to sharpen Ning Fan's spirit for the gambling appointment. He never thought that Ning Fan would be so arrogant, even more powerful than himself. , leaving customs later...
"Yes, yes... Elder Ning is really rude, he dares to make Bai Zun wait..."
Yingyang smiled apologetically, and the dialogue was full of excitement, naturally saying what was said and what should be done. But as soon as he said these words, a stronger sense of crisis than when Bai Feiteng appeared came from behind him.
In an instant, not only Ying Yang, but also Bai Feiteng looked slightly shocked, because even he didn't feel how or when the person appeared!
"Oh? Commander Yingyang seems to have a lot of complaints against Ning..."
A young man in white clothes and a black cloak appeared behind Ying Yang without any warning!
There was a faint smile on his face, but when he met his eyes, Ying Yang's heart suddenly trembled, and he had an illusion, as if Ning Fan had only one thought, and he would die!
"Ning...Elder Ning, Ying Yang made a mistake! Please forgive me, Elder Ning!"
Afraid! Very scared! This was the first time that Ying Yang got close to Ning Fan. Only then did he realize how terrifying Ning Fan really is!
It turns out that Ning Fan's reputation is not groundless, but is earned through real strength!
"Haha, what's the crime? Commander Ying Yang doesn't need to panic... 'Senior Bai', judging from your situation, it seems that you have just come out of seclusion, and your magic power does not seem to have returned to its peak. It seems that it will take a few days to adjust your breathing. Junior Ning Fan, then I'm waiting for you at the Purple Jade Sky Terrace... I like your name as Demon Lord very much."
Ning Fan slightly cupped his hands, swayed, and flew away. Bai Feiteng's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.
How could he not hear the sarcasm and sarcasm in Ning Fan's words? The irony is that I am disrespectful to my elders and speak ill of my juniors behind their backs...
"Hmph, you can only be arrogant for a while. During the gambling and fighting, I will let you understand the consequences of offending your senior!" Bai Feiteng said bitterly.
The moment Ning Fan appeared, Mrs. Yunhua, who was lazily talking to everyone on the jade platform, suddenly raised her eyebrows and was slightly surprised.
"This son, is it true that what my husband said is... In this case, let's complete my husband's mission."
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"It's time to gamble, it's time to gamble, let's buy it and leave..."
On the purple jade empty platform, a young man who looked like a beggar was wild and uninhibited, playing a big game of gambling.
On the empty platform, many monks were idle while waiting to watch the battle. They set up stalls and exchanged useless magic weapons and elixirs with others.
But it seemed like this beggar was arranging a bet, which was the first time he heard about it.
This beggar young man had unkempt hair and ragged clothes. Although he was dirty, his appearance was quite handsome. He had a shaggy beard and was quite masculine.
As soon as they heard that this person was gambling, many bored monks gathered around to see what this person was betting on.
"The gambling has begun, the gambling has begun, fellow Taoists, quickly take out your fairy jade and gamble with a small amount..." The beggar raised his voice for fear that others would not hear, and immediately there was someone on the purple jade empty stage. Several old monsters looked unhappy.
"What kind of cultivation is this kid doing to try to impress the public..." an old monster in the late stage of Fusion Spirit said sternly.
"In the early stage of soul fusion... do you want to kill him?" Another demon cultivator in the middle stage of soul fusion said calmly.
"That's all, Gui Que Realm, don't cause trouble..."
The young beggar didn't seem to know how much trouble he was causing by making a loud noise, but he still showed an indifferent expression.
And many masters have become interested in gambling. This kind of thing that can only be seen in the mortal world can be regarded as an experience.
"Haha, fellow Taoist, since you are betting and you don't know what to bet on, how can you bet?" Many old weirdos asked with a smile.
"Oh, haha, I forgot... Today I, 'Shu Buyun', am betting on impromptu things. I'm betting on Bai... Bai... Well, Bai Zun, with that How about a battle with Ning Fan!"
hiss!
The expressions of all the old monsters changed one after another. This beggar in the early stage of soul-melting, whose origin was unknown, was so bold that he dared to bet on the battle between Ning Fan and Bai Zun.
Regardless of the odds, just betting on someone's victory or defeat may offend someone.
Forget it, let’s listen to this person’s odds.
The old monsters all raised their necks, waiting for the beggar's next words, but after the beggar said this, he hummed a tune and said no more.
"Ahem, cough, cough... Fellow Taoist, you forgot to mention the odds, let me wait for how to place the bet..." an old weirdo reminded.
"Oh! I forgot, I forgot again... I'm sorry, my memory is not very good, just for fun, for fun... By the way, what are you betting on, I forgot..."
"Aren't you setting up a bank to bet on the battle between Bai Zun and Elder Ning?" an old monster said displeased.
"Oops! I see, I'm rude and disrespectful... Well, I'll write the battle and odds on the signboard, so that I won't forget it..."
The beggar patted his storage bag and took out an old wooden sign with various bets written on it... It seems that the beggar often places bets in various places...
He pointed like a knife and used his magic power to peel off a layer of words on the surface. He took out a pen and dipped it in his saliva. There was no ink, but he could write on the wooden sign.
"Hiss! This wooden sign is, is... a ten thousand-year-old nanmu!"
"Oh! This is a 'magic pen', but there is no ink to write it. Legend has it that only people from the Rain Palace can possess it. What is the identity of this beggar? Is he the divine guard of the Rain Palace!"
But I saw the beggar twisting his magic pen and writing a few crooked words on the wooden sign.
Ning Fan wins, one for one.
Ning Fanping, one hundred compensation.
If Ning Fan loses, he will pay one thousand in compensation.
After writing a few lines, the beggar seemed extremely satisfied with his handwriting. He nodded and put aside all the old gamblers.
Forgot, and forgot... He forgot again, he was setting up a bet.
The other old monsters gasped when they saw the odds of the gambling game.
hiss!
Could this stall owner be a lunatic? How could he set such odds?
Bet on Ning Fan to win. Bet on a piece of immortal jade. If you win, you will get a piece of immortal jade in return.
Betting on Ning Fanping, a piece of fairy jade would give you a chance to get a hundred yuan in return.
If Ning Fan loses the bet, a piece of immortal jade will give him a chance to get a thousand rewards!
This isn't gambling, it's clearly giving away money! After all, everyone firmly believed that Ning Fan would be defeated, and there was even no possibility of a draw. Bai Feiteng, after all, is a famous old monster in Yue country. If he loses to a young man, he will not survive!
Bet on Ning Fan's failure, and you'll definitely make money without losing any money!
If you bet on Ning Fanping, even if you lose, you will lose a piece of immortal jade. But if Ning Fan really goes against the balance, or if Bai Zun cares about his identity and is unwilling to win without force, he allows Ning Fan to end in a draw... This accident, We have to consider that if this is the case, then betting on the draw seems to have a certain chance of making a lot of money.
As for betting on Ning Fan to win... there is no boss at all. They think that Ning Fan will win. If you bet on Ning Fan to win, you will get a piece of immortal jade if you win. If you lose, you will have nothing, and you will almost certainly lose. The probability...Only a fool would throw money at Ning Fan...
"I bet that Ning Fan will lose. I bet a thousand immortal jade! But I have a problem... If I win the bet, I will get a million immortal jade in return. Do you have it?"
The old monster's tone was very calm, but the question he asked was of concern to many old monsters.
Whether this gambling game offends others or not is a matter for the stall owner. Since there is an opportunity to make money, the old weirdos will not let it go.
No old geek can remain tempted by this bet that is almost guaranteed to win and guarantee a profit of a thousand times. Even people who were extremely dissatisfied with the beggar's bet in the past have changed their views and started thinking about taking a gamble.
But, the odds are a thousand times...How could this beggar have so many fairy jade to set up a village...
After hearing the question, the beggar who had been admiring his own handwriting suddenly looked back, showing surprise.
"Oops, I'm sorry, I forgot to place a bet again... You asked me if I have any money, you're kidding me, look at how I'm dressed, it looks like I don't have any money!"
His voice rose an octave and was a bit sharp, and all the old monsters suddenly showed contempt.
You dress like a beggar, and judging from your appearance, you clearly have no money.
If he hadn't seen the beggar's move, which was a thousand-year-old nanmu, a stroke of genius, and he might have a great background, no old monster would even talk to the beggar.
Feeling everyone's contempt, the beggar seemed extremely dissatisfied. He frowned, patted his storage bag, and took out an old earthenware basin, which contained ten pieces of fairy jade.
"This is my property, do you think it's enough for a bet? I'll use these fairy jade to make a bet!"
"Ten pieces of fairy jade? Are you kidding us!" All the old monsters showed displeasure. Ten pieces of fairy jade, there is no way to bet on it... Is it a waste of money?
"Are you blind? These are ten pieces of fairy jade!?" The beggar showed an incomprehensible expression.
"This is ten dollars! There is no eleventh dollar!"
"Bah! Nonsense! No matter how poor I am, I will never be so poor that I only have ten pieces of fairy jade! Pour the cornucopia for me!"
The beggar showed an angry look, pointed at the earthenware basin, then turned the earthenware basin over, and poured out ten pieces of fairy jade...but when the ten pieces of fairy jade left the earthenware basin, there were still ten pieces...pouring out ten pieces of fairy jade... One piece, and ten more pieces. In an instant, the ground was full of fairy jade, with a total of thousands of pieces!
"Who said I have no money! I will use my money to beat you to death!" The beggar shouted, and the old monsters present were all shocked.
"The Immortal Treasure of the Rain Palace, the 'Treasure Bowl'! Who is this person? He actually has this thing!"
