Jiang Ping'an is naturally not a destiny master. His high hit rate is entirely due to his right eye.
Hearing the discussion of these clerks, Jiang Ping'an's heart moved slightly.
This profession called a destiny master seems to be very powerful in gambling. Maybe he will not arouse suspicion by pretending to be a destiny master.
A pile of stones was cut open, and even if a treasure worth millions appeared, Jiang Ping'an would not be happy.
Where are the seeds of ice crystal grass?
The next day, the third test of the Talent Competition began.
The traditional competition begins today, and the top ten will be selected based on their combat power to participate in the battle for the Island of Gods.
Millions of people gathered in the arena, and the auditorium was full of monks.
Watching geniuses compete is not only a visual enjoyment, but also something you can learn.
Of course, most people just come here to gamble and enjoy the excitement.
"In the first competition, who did you buy to win?"
"Nonsense. Only those who are mentally retarded don't buy Zhou Feng. He is the genius of the Piaomiao Sect."
"This Zhou Feng is a rare sword cultivator. He enters the Tao with the sword. Even in the Piaomiao Sect, he is among the top geniuses."
"I bought ten pieces of Lingshi Jiang Ping'an. Once he wins, I can make a hundred yuan!"
"Idiot, if you believe he can win, you might as well buy gambling stones. You will definitely win the treasure."
Ordinary monks sat in the audience and watched, while wealthy monks had separate boxes.
The private box is quiet and close to the battlefield, so you can see the battlefield clearly.
Xia Qing sat on the seat in the box, frowning.
"Where are Jiang Ping'an and Meng Jing going? It's about to be a competition, why haven't you seen them yet?"
Jin Lin scratched his head, "Yesterday we went to the Caiyuan Guangjin Chamber of Commerce together. The two of them said they were going to sell things, and then they separated."
Feng Yuchen still held her arms in his arms, with a look of jealousy on his face, "Where else can we go? Let's go to the inn."
If a man and a woman don't come back one night, where else can they go?
Hearing this, the cheeks of several girls turned a little red and their eyes pretended to look towards the battlefield.
"Bang!"
The box door was pushed open, and Meng Jing ran in happily, smiling from ear to ear.
When Xia Qing saw the other party, his tightened brows relaxed, "Where have you been? Where is Jiang Ping'an?"
"Mumu went to the backstage to prepare. We were gambling at the stone quarry yesterday. You don't know, but Mumu was super lucky and made a lot of spiritual stones! Hehe~"
Meng Jing puffed out her chest and couldn't help but show off.
"Bang!"
Xia Qing slammed the table and raised her voice, "There is a competition today. Are you going to play in the stone betting den?"
"Well……"
Meng Jing lowered her head and realized that she had said too much.
Xia Qing raised his hand and rubbed his brow, "Forget it, Jiang Pingan can't win anyway, just have a good rest. It will be your turn to compete today."
Xia Qing has no hope for Jiang Pingan.
If Jiang Ping'an draws someone else, there might be a slight chance.
But Zhou Feng was chosen.
Jin Lin secretly sighed, Brother Jiang has a good mentality.
But it’s true, you can’t win anyway, so it’s better to play happily.
"The first game is about to begin. Please invite Jiang Ping'an and Zhou Feng to enter."
As the voice of the female monk presiding over the competition rang out, two figures walked out of the two aisles of the arena.
One person is holding a sword, with a calm expression, and an aura of aloofness all over his body.
The other man was wearing simple black clothes. Although he was still a little immature, he already had a heroic appearance.
The two people appeared, and the audience became crowded.
"It's finally about to begin, and we're about to see a battle between the top talents."
"Haha, I put all my wealth into it, and I'm just waiting to receive the money."
"Zhou Feng, kill that kid in seconds!"
The two people in the competition field faced each other from a distance and looked at each other.
Zhou Feng showed a ferocious smile, "One sword, today I only need one sword to kill you instantly!"
Jiang Ping'an's eyes were calm and showed no emotion.
He could not forget that Zhou Feng wanted to kill himself that day.
If Xia Qing and his master hadn't appeared at that time, he would have died.
I have endured the humiliation and bear the burden for several months just for today.
The beautiful referee in the sky said loudly: "The rules of the competition are reiterated. No killing is allowed, magic weapons that have exceeded the foundation building period are not allowed, the use of talismans and secret techniques is prohibited, and pills are not allowed to be taken."
"Anyone who violates the rules will be eliminated directly."
"Now, I declare that the game begins!"
The referee's voice is nice and refreshing.
When her voice fell, Zhou Feng instantly drew out his sword.
A huge shadow of sword energy appeared in the sky, and the terrifying sword energy chopped the clouds in the sky into pieces, revealing its sharp edge.
The beautiful referee in the sky looked solemn and explained in shock: "It's actually the sword's intention. There are not even ten people in the entire Great Xia who can comprehend the sword's intention during the foundation building stage!"
"As expected of the young hero of the Piaomiao Sect, the result of this battle has come out."
Seeing this scene, Xia Qing in the private room sighed silently.
The gap between Jiang Ping'an and Zhou Feng was too big to compete.
Feng Yuchen said solemnly, "Even if it's me, it's hard to resist this sword intent, let alone Jiang Ping'an."
When Fang Xing, Yunhuang and others saw this sword intent, their expressions also changed.
As expected of a genius sword cultivator, he realized the sword intention that no one else could comprehend while building the foundation.
"Go away!" Zhou Feng waved his sword.
The sword fell from the sky and struck Jiang Ping'an.
This kind of trash is not worthy of being on the battlefield with him.
Jiang Ping'an took a step forward with his right leg and squatted down slightly, with his right hand in front and his left hand behind, in a defensive posture.
The terrifying sword intent fell.
However, the huge collision sound that was imagined did not occur.
The audience, who were about to cheer for victory, seemed to be stuck.
A huge sword intent floated over Jiang Ping'an.
Jiang Ping'an swung his arm, and the huge sword suddenly changed direction and slashed towards Zhou Feng.
Zhou Feng's expression changed drastically and he quickly swung his sword to attack.
"Bang!"
The two swords collided, making a huge sound. The violent sword energy turbulence opened holes in the earth, and dust flew into the air.
Jiang Ping'an's black hair was flying, his posture and expression remained unchanged, like a ten thousand-year-old pine, as motionless as a mountain.
Many spectators stared wide-eyed.
"What's going on! Why did the other party bounce back the sword intention!"
"It's Wuji Fist!"
"This Jiang Pingan is not simple!"
Many people recognize Wujiquan, a famous technique that can be seen as soon as it is performed.
Zhou Feng's face was gloomy, and he actually didn't kill the opponent with one sword, which made him very embarrassed.
"Do you really think I can't kill you? I was afraid that you would be killed by my sword, so I held back. This time, I will attack with all my strength!"
Zhou Feng underestimated Jiang Ping'an and did not expect that the opponent's Wuji Quan had been practiced to this extent.
He activated his sword intent again. This time, the sword intent was even more terrifying than before.
"Zhou Feng! We must win, I have all my money on you!"
"Knock him down!"
"come on!"
Many spectators cheered for Zhou Feng.
There is no other reason, because they placed a bet on Zhou Feng.
"Go to hell!"
Zhou Feng struck down with all his strength, and the fierce sword energy set off gusts of wind.
Jiang Pingan's clothes rustled, but there was no emotion on his face.
He activated Wuji Fist again, and strange power surrounded his body.
The sword intended to slash at him turned in a circle in front of him and struck back at Zhou Feng.
Zhou Feng's eyes widened, "Impossible!!"
This was his sword with all his strength, but it didn't break Jiang Ping'an's Wuji Fist!
Last time, the opponent was seriously injured with just two sword strikes.
