Maoshan faction, Heavenly Master Palace.

The Great Elder Zhang Dongliang bowed three times to the ancestral master's throne and saluted three pillars of incense.

There are words in his mouth, and he doesn't know what he is praying for.

The other elders, as well as the head of the sect, stood quietly, standing behind him, and even felt solemn in their breathing.

It's nothing, it's just that there is too much difference in strength, and it's too depressing to be under the same roof.

The original Great Elder was Ge Buyu, but because of the Gu family and his party, he was disabled by Wang Ping'an, and his Dao heart collapsed, and he took the initiative to resign from the position of the Great Elder.

According to the normal process, the other elders should be automatically promoted to the top.

But Zhang Dongliang, who is already an elder of the Taishang, has made too much noise in recent months, and under the premise of the revival of aura, he has been promoted in a connection, and now it is the early stage of the Returning Yuan Realm that others dare not think of.

This is the first master of Maoshan for a thousand years, and it is also the first master of a thousand years in China, parentheses, this is what the disciples of the Maoshan faction think.

Under this terrifying strength, no matter what kind of Supreme Elder he was, or the Heavenly Master of the previous generation, for the reputation of Maoshan and in order to resist the pressure of Wang Ping'an, he was forcibly arranged in the position of "Great Elder".

In the eyes of the Maoshan faction, the other sects were beaten by Wang Ping'an, that is, they were too weak.

If he arrives in Maoshan, the Great Elder Zhang Dongliang will teach him how to be a human being, or a ghost.

"Master, Wang Ping'an has come to Maoshan Mountain, what should we do?" Suddenly, outside the main hall, there was a disciple who reported it.

"There is a great elder here, what are you panicking about?" The head of Maoshan first reprimanded the disciple of Zhike calmly, and then came to the side of the great elder and asked respectfully, "Uncle Elder, we will go down the mountain to meet the enemy now?"

"It's fine. By the way, there is a bet in the Jianghu forum? Help me make a hundred million and bet on Maoshan to win. "Great Elder Zhang Dongliang, with a childish face and a fairy wind and bones, but what he said was very realistic.

"Yes, although the odds of betting on our Maoshan faction are a bit low, only 1.3, it also means that everyone is optimistic about us. Uncle Chang bets 100 million, and he can win back at least 30 million. ”

"It doesn't matter how much, betting is just giving yourself a belief that you will win. The Great Elder stroked his long beard and smiled incomprehensibly.

"Uncle Gao Ming, let's also follow a little money...... I don't usually have much available funds in my hands, so I'll just put down 90 million, which is a little less than my uncle. ”

"I'm betting 80 million, which means that I will support our Maoshan faction spiritually! Wang Ping'an is dead this time!"

At the same time, at the foot of Maoshan Mountain, Wang Ping'an was on the Jianghu Forum, after editing the challenge post, he also saw his victory odds of 1.9.

That is to say, if Wang Ping'an wins, bet 1 yuan, and pay 1.9 yuan.

The odds of the Maoshan faction are 1.3, and if the Maoshan faction wins, the bet of 1 yuan will pay 1.3 yuan.

The odds of a tie are 4.5 times, and if both sides tie, bet $1 and the dealer will pay $4.5.

If it weren't for the fact that the grudge between the two sides was too big and there was no way to be private, Wang Ping'an wanted to play a game with Maoshan in private, pit the dealer, and make a draw.

But now it is not without opportunities to make money, and the odds of betting on yourself to win have reached 1.9, nearly twice as much.

Either many cultivators look down on themselves, or the dealers look down on themselves.

Look down on yourself, there is a price.

Therefore, Wang Ping'an bet on himself to win and bet on one billion.

This is the money he earned from this debt collection trip, and it is his hard-earned money, all on it, stud, precisely because he has the belief that he will win.

Bite.

A task box pops up suddenly.

At this critical juncture, come and join in the fun.

"Defeat the Maoshan faction, raise my Shennong's divine might, you can get the treasure of Shennong Zhenshan, if you fail, ten thousand thunder tribulations are waiting!

This tone is very much like that of Master.

Wang Ping'an scratched his head, what is the treasure of Shennong's lineage?

I can't remember.

It's embarrassing.

I wanted to ask, but the system didn't answer.

This is the old tradition of the system, high cold.

However, Master, his old man's brain is sick, and he didn't even give a reward for an ordinary magic weapon before, why is he suddenly so generous and wants to give the treasure of Shennong's lineage?

Could it be that there is a big problem in that crack in the heavenly realm? Is there an uncontrollable remnant soul of the big guy escaping?

If you don't give the treasure of Zhenshan, are you afraid that you won't be able to carry it?

Wang Ping'an was thinking, but he saw that Maoshan and his party of masters, mighty and mighty, flew down from the mountain, and there were twenty or thirty masters above the concentration period.

Sure enough, it is worthy of being a thousand-year-old faction, and the background of the Maoshan faction is stronger than that of the Wudang faction.

The person who is the leader, the fairy wind Dao bone, the crane hair and the childish face, is the great elder Zhang Dongliang, the descendant of the authentic Heavenly Master.

"You are Wang Ping'an, the great elder of the Maoshan Sect of the Poor Dao, Zhang Dongliang, you are polite. The Great Elder looked at Wang Ping'an carefully, and the look on his face gradually became solemn.

Can't even see through the other party's cultivation realm?

What's going on?

If it's not that the other party has cultivated the concealment technique, then the realm is higher than his own.

However, he accumulated a lot of money and lived to be one hundred and three years old, and only then did he take the opportunity of the revival of his aura and rush to the Returning Yuan Realm in one breath, is there a monk in this world who is faster than himself?

Wang Ping'an replied very politely: "The Great Elder of the Maoshan Sect? This name is so familiar, I remember that some time ago, I once beat a Great Elder of the Maoshan Sect. By the way, how many Great Elders do you Maoshan Sect have? Can it be mass-produced?"

"Wang Ping'an, Hugh is rude! You are too rampant! That is our former Great Elder Ge Changqing, and now this is our current Great Elder. The head of the Maoshan faction shouted loudly and reprimanded.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, it's all beaten anyway. Don't talk nonsense, let's do it, are you going to go up together, or one by one?" Wang Ping'an sacrificed his magic weapon and let the bronze lamp and fruit basket hover above his head.

He held a kitchen knife, like a pig slaughterer, pointing at the group of masters of the Maoshan faction, a little arrogant.

It's not that I look down on each other, but because the other party is too weak.

Even if there is a cultivator in the early stage of the Returning Yuan, it will not be enough to fight.

He has been promoted to the pinnacle of Guiyuan, and he has no way to rise, so he has stagnated. If this heaven and earth does not limit the realm, it is estimated that he will ascend to the tribulation and ascension in one go.

"Junior, arrogant! Look at the sword!" The great elder was slightly angry, and with a finger of the peachwood sword, more than a dozen heavenly thunderbolts fell in an instant.

Wang Ping'an's feet shook in a flash, appearing dozens of meters away, and at the same time jumping high, like a goshawk, pounced on the Great Elder.

As soon as his feet bounced up, several terrifying wooden thorns pierced out from his feet, like daggers, and after piercing into the air, they instantly burned, emitting a puff of turquoise poisonous smoke.

At the realm of the Returning Yuan Period, cultivators can already use a lot of spells.

The magic inheritance of the Maoshan faction has almost never been interrupted, so as the great elder of the Maoshan faction, he can use a lot of spells.

"Ten thousand swords pierce the heart!" The peachwood sword in the great elder's hand flickered, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into hundreds of identical peachwood swords, stabbing at Wang Ping'an, who was in mid-air.

It's just that as soon as the sword was issued, he saw that hundreds of terrifying thunderbolts suddenly appeared above his head, as thick as a telephone pole, and instantly enveloped a radius of several miles, enveloping the more than twenty Maoshan sect masters who came with him.

"Immeasurable Tianzun, your uncle's ......" The scolding instantly resounded through Maoshan Mountain.