Huang Long Zhenren stood in front of the Taichu Sect crowd, carrying his hands behind his back, dressed in a bright yellow robe and fluttering clothes, his demeanor was light and breezy, and he looked like a fairy wind and bones.

Qin Haoxuan indifferently followed behind Huanglong Zhenren, his eyes wandered around the camp of the Zhenyue faction opposite, carefully observing the opponent, and suddenly heard Huanglong Zhenren's divine voice enter his sea of consciousness: "Haoxuan...... Can you pretend to win a battle later? If every battle looks like a hard-fought victory, and you have suffered a lot of injuries, that's the best......"

Qin Haoxuan really wanted to raise his hand to hold his forehead and smile bitterly, he really taught the real person to do it! This clearly wanted to let himself fight ten at a time, pretending to win narrowly every time, and leading others to continue to challenge.

It is estimated that there are more than ...... Qin Haoxuan found that among the surrounding peaks, there were obviously many sects that were full of hostility towards the Taichu Sect, and they had come to watch the battle to see the true strength of the Taichu Sect.

If the Primordial Sect only narrowly wins, the other hostile sects will be stupid and follow behind to challenge, right?

"Sect Master......" Qin Haoxuan returned to Huanglong Zhenren's ears with his divine thoughts: "Are you planning to fish?"

"How can you let go of this kind of good opportunity?" Huang Long Zhenren responded with a serious mind: "If you do this, you will inevitably turn around and be infamy, saying that our two masters are despicable and shameless, but I think it's worth it!"

"For the beginning!" Qin Haoxuan replied decisively.

Huang Long raised his hand and nodded slightly, "That's right!

When Qin Haoxuan wanted to go back to Huanglong's true divine thoughts, he suddenly felt that someone was observing him on a mountain peak in the east, and on the top of that peak, two strong men, one tall and one short, were concentrating on looking at him.

The figures of these two people stood under an ancient tree in the sky, and it was not easy to be noticed.

Qin Haoxuan recognized that these two people were the two subordinates that Lan Yan took with him when he was in the Immortal Residence a few days ago.

Qin Haoxuan's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, interesting, I didn't expect these two guys to come too.

At this time, it was winter, and on the endless mountains in the east, a red sun erupted, throwing a little golden light.

On the vast and vast sea of chaotic stars, a piece of golden scales suddenly shined, which was beautiful and magnificent.

The time for the gambling fight was getting closer and closer, and the eyes of the onlookers on the mountain peaks gradually focused on the huge treasure ship.

When the warm winter sun shone on the hourglass on the treasure ship, the hourglass was almost gone.

The entire treasure ship suddenly flourished, and the surging spiritual power above the treasure ship condensed into a platform like a ring.

Every inch of the floor of the ring is condensed by runes, surging with mysterious Dao rhyme.

Obviously, it was the immortal cultivators of the Immortal Infant Dao Fruit Realm who made a move to create this strange ring.

The three old men, dressed in fluttering clothes, walked up the steps that extended down the ring.

As soon as the Lingbao real person went up, his gaze slowly swept over the faces of the people of the Taichu Sect and the Zhenyue Sect.

The people of the two sects suddenly fell silent.

"This gambling battle between the Taichu Sect and the Zhenyue Sect, I, Lingbao Zhenren, together with Tianyan Venerable and Dixing Zhenren, are witnesses and referees, before starting, I want to announce the rules of this gambling fight——"

The reckless voice is like a flood of bells, rolling in the sky and earth like thunder, shocking people's hearts.

Everyone in the audience was in high spirits and listened carefully, and even Huanglong's face appeared solemn.

In the first game, the Taichu Sect and the Zhenyue faction each sent eight disciples to fight each other, and the winner entered the next round. Then there will be a wheel battle, and as long as all the disciples of either side lose, it will be considered the losing side of the bet......"

As soon as this rule was announced, there was a lot of discussion in the Taichu Sect and the Zhenyue Sect.

"This rule...... Doesn't that mean that if only one person wins in the first round, you will have to face a wheel battle with seven people on the opposite side?"

"Hehe, it's time to test our combat power. That's a good rule. ”

"This rule attaches great importance to the spiritual power of immortal cultivators...... The Zhenyue Sect heard that there was a brown immortal seed who deliberately suppressed the realm in the Immortal Miao Realm, and it was a bit troublesome......"

Some rejoice, others worry. But more of it inspired everyone's fighting spirit, especially the eight people in the crowd who were selected to fight, and their pupils were already burning with fierce fighting intent.

“...... In this gambling fight, both sides of the battle can only use spiritual magic, and are not allowed to pretend to use magic weapons and other foreign objects......"

As soon as this rule was made, there was a commotion on both sides of the Taichu Sect and the Zhenyue Sect.

The faces of the people of the Taichu Sect became a little stranger, and they glanced at each other a few times, and a trace of helplessness flashed in their eyes, but they immediately calmed down, and their fighting intent was still boiling.

The people of the Zhenyue faction added a little joy to their expressions. After all, the Zhenyue Sect's heritage is deeper than that of the Taichu Sect, if it is just a competition with the Spiritual Method, the Zhenyue Sect can handle it, and the powerful Spiritual Technique is much more powerful than the Taichu Sect.

Obviously, this rule is beneficial to the Zhenyue faction.

On the peaks of the mountains, a group of gamblers who were watching, as well as some people from other sects with ulterior motives, became more and more optimistic about the Zhenyue faction.

The voice of discussion is even more one-sided in favor of the Zhenyue faction.

"Boss, that's it...... It's the head of the hall...... I'm afraid I can't bear it, right?" The little fat man Ge Ducan glanced at the Huanglong Sect Sect beside him, and couldn't help but complain: "Senior brothers, when it comes to combat strength, it is definitely no worse than the people of the Zhenyue Sect...... But we can only fight with spiritual methods, and this rule must be down, and it is a little unfavorable to us. ”

Huang Longzhangjiao's expression was indifferent: "When did the people of the beginning be afraid? What is so terrible about losing? If you don't fight, you think that you are going to lose first, and then you are terrible." ”

As soon as his voice fell, Ge Ducan obediently shut up, not daring to say anything more. The expressions of the other Taichu Sect disciples became solemn one by one.

Since it is something that the masters agree on, of course, they have nothing to say, they can only abide by it.

“...... Now, please also ask the two sides to take charge of the sect and send out disciples to fight!" Lingbao Zhenren solemnly announced.

As soon as the words fell, the mountains fell silent.

On the many mountain peaks, the scorching eyes were focused on the ring.

It's finally time to begin!

For some gamblers, this is undoubtedly an extremely important moment. This time, many people pressed the heavy bet, and it was still pressed on the Zhenyue faction. They certainly want to see a landslide victory.

And some people with ulterior motives also want to see the frustration of the Taichu Sect with their own eyes, so as to shave the face of Huanglong Zhenren.

In the camp of the Zhenyue faction, Qingtianzi's voice sounded like muffled thunder.

“...... Geng Di, Feng Huohuo, Zou Jun...... Dillon ......"

Every time a name was called, a disciple stepped forward.

"The eight of you, on behalf of our Zhenyue, send out a battle!"

"Yes!"

In the Taichu Sect, the Yellow Dragon Sect had a rare solemn expression, and read out eight names.

The people whose names were read only felt that their faces were full of brilliance, and their voices should be like thunder.

The other disciples of the Taichu Sect who had not been read their names were also convinced. These people who were named by the Huanglong Palm Sect and fought in place of the Taichu Sect were almost all forty-nine leaves of the Immortal Miao Realm, with the only exception, although Qin Haoxuan was the forty-six leaves of the Immortal Miao Realm.

But this Qin Hall Master is very special, in the mouth of the Qinghong Fairy, he killed dozens of demon clans by himself, which in itself is a proof of his strength. In addition, what they saw with their own eyes in the morning was that this Qin Hall Master had just broken through a fairy leaf, and they had made a big noise, and they were really convinced of Qin Haoxuan's strength, and even had great hopes.

"In this battle, we can only win and not lose...... I pressed the Red Flame Spirit Sword on. If you lose, the consequences are serious. The Yellow Dragon Sect Sect rarely showed a fierce look, and his gaze swept over everyone's faces.

"Yes!" the crowd shouted in unison.

"Haha, even the bloody hand slaughter is serious, and I have never seen him so nervous today......" Among the onlookers, someone sneered.

There were also some mocking laughter, and the voices were heard in the Primordial Sect camp one after another.

Qin Haoxuan heard some vicious ridicule, but the corners of his mouth outlined a mysterious smile, looked at the seemingly serious Huanglong Zhangjiao, and shook his head secretly: "Zhangjiao's acting skills are also a little better." ”

Of course, he knew that with the character of the Yellow Dragon Sect, Mount Tai would not be able to collapse at the top. He's acting so nervous now just to make everyone think he's nervous.

This is the best way to proceed with the following steps......

As soon as Lingbao Zhenren announced the start of the gambling battle, the huge ring in the void became more and more dazzling.

"Who will be the first to take the stage?" many people were looking forward to it, and there were many people on the mountain peaks, and there was a lot of discussion, and their eyes were focused on the ring.

"It's a really interesting gamble. Even if you win, if your teammates can't, it will be very difficult. I think that the Taichu Sect can win one or two games at most, and even the first round will be wiped out. ”

"Quite possibly. Even if one person can get away with defeating their opponent, entering the second round is a wheel battle. I don't believe that there is a genius in the Primordial Sect who can fight one to seven......"

“...... If it is said that Di Yunlong of the Zhenyue Sect is almost the same as one enemy and seven, the Taichu Sect ...... Hmph, I'm afraid that such a person has not been born yet......"

In the midst of everyone's discussions, suddenly a middle-aged man with a white face flashed in the Zhenyue faction, fluttering like a leaf, and fell silently on the ring.

"Ah, the first person to take the stage appeared. The onlookers became more and more excited, and exchanged ears.

Some gamblers simply took out the information they had bought from the gambling house where they had placed bets, compared it with the figure of the man in the ring, and quickly found the information.

"This ...... It is Wang Shou of the Zhenyue faction, whose strength is forty-nine leaves of the Immortal Miao Realm, and he has killed ninety-eight members of the Youquan Demon Clan...... It's amazing. The gambler who looked at the information was amazed in his mouth.

You must know that those who can fight in the Demon Abyss of Youquan, whether it is a human or a demon, are the leaders in the race, and their strength is extraordinary.

An ordinary elite disciple who can kill five or six demons without dying is considered a good achievement.

Those who can kill the ninety-eight Youquan Demon Clan, and can still be alive, are already considered elite disciples of the perverted level.

As soon as everyone heard a sigh of exclamation, they heard a loud roar from the Primal Sect camp.

A bald, broad-shouldered burly young man jumped into the ring and confronted Wang Shou of the Zhenyue faction.

"I'm here to meet you, a clown. ”

Xing Shan's gaze was as cold as a blade, piercing Wang Shou's face opposite.

"Xingshan...... How many demons have been slain...... It's also ninety-eight!" A gambler hurriedly looked up Xing Shan's information, and then exclaimed.