More and more disciples gathered around, and there were three layers inside and one outside, and they were all surrounded. Everyone looked at the woman in red in the field.
"The day of the martial arts competition is here again this month. Everyone fights fairly, until the point is reached. You must not be one cultivation level higher than your opponent. The bet for each game is capped at 10,000 spiritual stones."
The woman in red looked around and said slowly.
The people in the audience were already eager to give it a try. Every month, some people won a large number of spiritual stones through martial arts competitions, but in the end they lost and lost everything.
Ten thousand spiritual stones is not a small amount.
"I'll come first. I'll press a thousand spirit stones. Which senior brother is willing to come on stage and give me some advice?"
A young man jumped onto the ring. He was at the fifth level of spiritual martial arts and his cultivation level was considered average.
In other words, the challenger must not be higher than the sixth level of Lingwu.
One cultivation level higher is fine, but two cultivation levels higher is an unequal competition.
After saying that, he took out a thousand spirit stones and threw them aside, waiting for his opponent to come on stage.
"I come!"
At this time, a figure emerged from the crowd, also at the fifth level of spiritual martial arts.
"It's Senior Brother Zhen Yiming."
Seeing the young man on the stage, there was a commotion in the crowd. It seemed that Zhen Yiming was well-known in the outside world.
After the two stood still, the young man who had been on stage earlier hugged Zhen Yiming with his fists, and Zhen Yiming returned the gesture with his fists.
"please!"
Zhen Yiming said the word "please".
"call out!"
The young man who took the stage first had a sword flower in his hand, and the sword energy was like ripples, flowing in all directions.
The strange thing is that the moment the young man drew his sword, the middle-aged man's action of drawing his sword automatically appeared in Chen Xiaohun's sea.
The Nine Heavens Divine Pillar moved and began to deduce this sword-drawing technique.
The feeling is indescribable, as if it were deduced by itself.
A miniature version of Chen Xiao drew his sword repeatedly in the sea of souls.
At first, the speed of drawing the sword was average.
As the battle on the stage became more and more intense, Chen Xiao found that he had gained more understanding of the art of sword drawing.
The angle, speed, and trajectory of the sword have all undergone major changes.
"I didn't expect that this little sword-drawing technique would have so many mysteries in it."
Chen Xiao said secretly.
The speed of drawing the sword is still accelerating, and only an afterimage can be seen. Chen Xiao's soul power is rapidly being consumed.
The people standing next to Chen Xiao looked strange. Everyone was watching the competition and cheering. Only Chen Xiao had straight eyes.
After drawing his sword tens of thousands of times, Chen Xiao finally let out a breath of foul breath, and the battle on the stage finally came to a winner.
In the end, Zhen Yiming won a small victory and won the thousand spirit stones.
The losing disciple returned to the stage, but Zhen Yiming was still standing on the stage. He could only step down if he won two games in a row.
The purpose is to put an end to those opportunistic people.
Many people will quickly come on stage when they encounter a weaker opponent, win the spirit stone and run away.
In order to put an end to this situation, it is necessary to win two games in a row, and this is the case for everyone.
"Two thousand spiritual stones, who will come to power?"
Zhen Yiming did not collect the thousand spirit stones he won, and the thousand he took out was also confiscated. This bet became two thousand.
There was silence all around, no one wanted to go on stage, two thousand is not a small amount.
Ordinary disciples cannot take it out, but some relatively wealthy disciples are not excluded.
"Whoosh!"
A figure appeared in front of Zhen Yiming, took out two thousand spirit stones and threw them aside.
Without too much nonsense, we quickly fought together.
You come and go, and the entire arena is covered in sword energy.
Chen Xiaohunhai entered that wonderful realm again, and a picture appeared in the Nine Heavens Divine Pillar to help Chen Xiao deduce the sword-drawing technique.
Chen Xiao had never encountered this kind of fast method of practicing martial arts before. Before, it only accelerated the time for him to realize.
It should be an ability that was born after the Nine Heavens Divine Pillar absorbed enough soul power.
The two were fighting inextricably. They fought for a while, but Zhen Yiming still won with the last sword.
After winning two games in a row, Zhen Yiming won a total of three thousand spirit stones.
Taking the spirit stone, he swept down from the ring.
You can choose to stay on it or give up, as long as you win two games in a row.
Chen Xiao opened his eyes again, with a sharp sword aura flashing in his eyes.
There are not many spiritual stones left on him. Next, he has to purchase spiritual rice seeds and elixirs, and he needs to refine some elixirs himself.
In addition, there are also materials for purchasing formations.
Shengtian Peak was too chaotic, so Chen Xiao planned to arrange some formations to trap the monsters in a fixed place.
He also needs to hire some low-level handyman disciples to help him clean up the Holy Sky Peak, all of which require spiritual stones.
All the spiritual stones on his body were used to buy elixir seeds, spiritual rice and food.
You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are. Now Chen Xiao needs a lot of spiritual stones every day. There is no one in Shengtian Peak to help him, so he can only rely on himself.
After groping for a long time, Chen Xiao gathered together a hundred spiritual stones.
"No one is on stage anymore."
The woman in red came out and took a look around.
There was silence all around, and no one wanted to go on stage. It would be good to win, but if you lose, you will have to drink the northwest wind in the future.
After waiting for a full minute, still no one came on stage.
Chen Xiao hesitated for a moment and decided to give it a try.
He only had a hundred spiritual stones, so the challenge would definitely not work. He had no choice but to go on stage first and place his own bet.
If the opponent comes on stage first and bets a thousand pieces in advance, Chen Xiao will be on stage. Without a thousand spiritual stones, he is also not qualified to challenge.
"Whoosh!"
With seven clever steps, Chen Xiao stood on the ring.
"I only have a hundred spiritual stones with me. Is there any senior brother who is willing to give me advice?"
Chen Xiao took out a hundred spiritual stones and threw them in the corner of the ring.
"Hahaha……"
A series of laughter came from all around, and Chen Xiao, who was amused by it, had the nerve to come on stage with a hundred spiritual stones.
Facing the cynicism from all around, Chen Xiao remained calm and stood on the ring.
Even the woman in red standing in the corner of the ring was stunned.
"Boy, get off the stage. There is no spirit stone here to join in the fun. In any competition, the minimum is not a thousand spirit stones."
A young disciple made a mocking sound, telling Chen Xiao to come down quickly and stop being embarrassed.
"Isn't this kid crazy about spiritual stones? He wants to pay a hundred yuan to a beggar."
There were more and more cynicism. It was not worth it to go up and fight for a hundred spiritual stones. It would take a lot of energy.
"Come down quickly, don't waste everyone's time."
Many people showed impatient looks and asked Chen Xiao to come down quickly. It was already dusk and the competition would be over as soon as it got dark.
Chen Xiao remained motionless, no matter how many jeers came from around him, the expression on his face did not change at all.
There are also a small number of people who choose to remain silent, neither mocking nor speaking, waiting for the situation to develop.
"The maximum limit for the competition is no more than 10,000 spiritual stones, and there is no rule that you cannot participate if you have less than 100 spiritual stones."
The woman in red stood up and said to everyone.
There is indeed no such rule, but everyone has formed a tacit understanding.
Every time I go on stage, it’s at least a thousand yuan. If it’s less than that, it’s embarrassing.
Competitions of this scale have been held for decades and have developed their own unique rules.
Chen Xiao suddenly broke this rule, which was indeed a bit unexpected.
"Since this kid takes the initiative to give you spiritual stones, I won't be polite."
It can be seen that Chen Xiao has a very strange face. He probably just joined the sect not long ago, and his cultivation level is not high, so he is ridiculed by everyone.
There were not many third level Lingwu in the crowd, most of them were between the fourth and ninth level Lingwu.
The words fell.
A fourth-level spiritual martial artist fell in front of Chen Xiao.
The moment he appeared, a violent force came towards Chen Xiao.
