The largest fighting platform in Spirit Beast Mountain.
A huge tripod-shaped magic weapon was suspended a hundred meters above the fighting platform, emitting bursts of spiritual light spots.
Streams of light flew towards the giant cauldron, stayed beside it for a while, and then flew away again.
The five-story teahouse directly north of the fighting platform was different from the previous empty ones. At this time, the first, second and third floors were full of monks.
Even on the fourth floor, there were nearly twenty people sitting inside, sitting together in twos and threes, drinking tea. What's amazing is that the mist rising from the tea in the cup keeps changing, turning into a bird for a while and a snake for a while, which is quite magical.
"Senior Sister Jiang, do you have any leftover Yun Yang Wu Tea? If you have more, can you give half a tael to Junior Brother?" asked a young monk wearing a green robe.
There is also a deer-shaped spiritual beast beside this monk. The spiritual beast was eating the spiritual fruit on the table. Miraculously, its fur was in four colors. The deer's antlers also had three fruits the size of a baby's fist, which was very magical.
"Junior Brother Qing, my spiritual tea production is small to begin with. Ten years ago, Uncle Hao took away five taels of it. Now I don't even have enough for myself.
A few days ago, the head brother came to me shamelessly to ask for it, so I reluctantly sold him one or two. "
The green-robed monk sighed after hearing this, and took another sip of the spiritual tea in the cup intoxicatedly, but he did not dare to drink too much, he just took a slight sip and put down the cup. He looked like he couldn't bear to finish the drink.
Seeing this, Jiang Qianjiu smiled slightly and continued: "Junior Brother Qing, the spring and autumn fruits on your Four Seasons Deer will be mature in two years.
If Junior Brother is willing, how about I exchange three taels of Yun Yang Wu Tea for you for one fruit? "After saying that, he looked at the fruits on the antlers of the spirit deer with great interest.
The green-robed monk quickly hugged his precious spirit beast, put it back into the spirit beast bag, and said in a slightly panic: "Sister, you are joking, you are joking."
"Junior brother, I spent a lot of money to cultivate this spiritual beast. It took nearly 30 years to produce three fruits. I will have to ask the head brother to use this fruit to refine the elixir later."
"Well, that's a pity." Master Jiang didn't seem surprised by his answer.
At this time, Elder Zhang Kuo, who was sitting next to him, said: "Sister, please stop teasing Junior Brother Qing. These three Spring and Autumn Fruits are the main ingredients for refining the Rejuvenation Pill.
Taking one rejuvenation pill can increase your life span by 40 years, and taking the second pill can increase your life span by 20 years. Junior Brother Qing loves Linglu more than his own daughter. "
Master Jiang took a sip of spiritual tea and said, "I'm just talking.
But having said that, Junior Brother seems to have only one disciple participating in the competition this time. It seems to be called Zhao Yun. I saw him last time. Although his cultivation level is not high, his spiritual power is strong and his foundation is solid. It's a good seedling. "
"That kid is good, but he is too young. Judging from his bone age, he should be around 20 years old now. I am very satisfied that he can enter the top 100 this time.
In addition, I accepted another disciple two years ago, who was introduced to me by an old friend of mine, so I accepted him easily. This time, only the two of them participated. "
"Senior Sister has a lot of talents under her sect. Several of them should be in the top 50." Elder Zhang Kuo said with a hint of envy.
Just as Master Jiang was about to continue speaking, a middle-aged monk wearing a golden robe came over and interrupted: "Senior Brother Zhang is right. There are many talents under Senior Sister Jiang, and I admire you greatly, Junior Brother."
Master Jiang glanced at this person with disgust and said, "Junior Brother Jin, if you have something to say, just say it, otherwise please do it yourself."
A trace of warmth and anger flashed in the golden-robed monk's eyes, but he continued to speak with a smile. "A few of my disciples are participating in this competition. I want to make a bet with my senior sister to see whose disciple can get a higher ranking."
Master Jiang said with great interest: "Still the old rules?"
"Exactly, but according to the old rules, at least five people are required to start gambling. I wonder who else will participate?" The golden-robed monk first responded, and then shouted loudly to the surroundings.
The monks who were drinking tea and chatting around them became interested when they heard that someone was gambling, but when they saw Master Jiang participating in the gambling game, most of them gave up immediately and started drinking tea seriously, as if they hadn't heard anything.
Elder Zhang Kuo said: "Count me in."
"I will also participate." A middle-aged monk in black robes with black snake patterns on his clothes said.
"My husband and I are here to join in the fun." A white-robed male cultivator in his thirties raised his hand and said with a slightly excited expression. A female cultivator next to her was drinking spiritual tea with a slightly helpless expression. There was also a sleeping spiritual pet lying on her lap, which looked like a white cat.
"You can also count Lu as one."
Suddenly there was a flash of purple light, and an old man in his sixties or seventies wearing purple robes suddenly appeared in the building and said with a smile.
Seeing this person appear, Zhang Kuo, the gold-robed monk, the black-robed monk and the couple all suddenly looked ugly. .
The golden-robed monk clasped his hands in his fists and said dryly: "I've seen Senior Brother Lu. Didn't Senior Brother go to the East to look for some kind of spiritual material? When did he return to the sect?"
The purple-robed old man sat on the chair next to Master Jiang and picked up a teacup.
Master Jiang picked up the teapot and poured a cup of spiritual tea for the old man. The old man raised his teacup, blew on it, and took a slow sip. Only then answered:
"I met people from the Demon Flame Sect in the Cavalry Kingdom, and we had a fight. Although I didn't get what I wanted, I still made a fortune, so my trip was not in vain."
"Senior brother, I admire you for your magical powers." The golden-robed monk laughed dryly and backed away without saying a word.
Senior Sister Jiang put down the teapot and asked slowly: "I wonder how many spiritual stones Senior Brother thinks each person will pay in this bet?"
"I'm really poor, why don't we give each of us 50 mid-grade spiritual stones." The old man in purple robe first cried about being poor and then said casually.
"Hmph! Old guy"
“It’s not certain who will win.”
"If I lose, I will take care of those boys."
“I thought I could win a small amount, but I might lose this time!”
Everyone participating in the gambling game has different mentality. But most are pessimistic.
Afterwards, the seven monks who participated in the gambling game each threw 50 fist-sized spiritual stones from their storage bags. After a while, a small mountain was piled on the ground.
Everyone's bet was very simple. Among the seven, whose disciple had the highest ranking would take away 40% of the total number of spiritual stones, the second place would take away 30%, the third place would take away 20%, and the fourth place would take away 10%. Those at the back got nothing, a huge loss.
At this time, Jiang Yun had already come out of the cave and closed the door of the cave with one hand.
After Yu Jian flew out of the formation, he made a hand seal with his hands, and the protective formation was fully deployed.
The two lowest-cultivated worms were left to look after the house. If something goes wrong in the cave, the daughter worm will notify the mother worm through special methods.
Yu Jian then flew towards the fighting stage. Half an hour later, he flew to the fighting stage. From a distance, you can see the giant cauldron above the fighting platform.
"This is Qingxuan Cauldron, the treasure of the Spirit Beast Mountain sect. It is said that this treasure has the magical effect of purifying the blood of monster beasts, but I heard that the cost of using it is extremely high."
"Senior Brother Si once told this cauldron that every time there is a big competition or a small competition, the tripod will be suspended above the fighting stage. Those participating in the small competition only need to input their spiritual power into the identity jade token and throw it in. Nothing else was said."
Jiang Yun looked at the giant cauldron and thought to himself, inputting spiritual power into the identity jade pendant and then threw it hard into the cauldron.
After the jade token was thrown into the giant cauldron, after a while the jade token turned into light and flew back. Jiang Yun reached out to catch it, but there was no change in the jade token.
Jiang Yun landed on the fighting stage with doubts.
