The old man's face immediately changed drastically.

Due to the existence of the Spiritual Power Annihilation Circle and the Divine Soul Gain Array, the Arena of the Secret Realm of Trials has always been a safer place where no human life will be caused.

However, this so-called security is only a relative concept. In the real sense of safety, in fact, it is best to endure the anger for a while and not end up at all.

At this time, the old man's face was ugly, and he was angry: "This kid looks quite sensible on weekdays." Why can't you hold your breath when it's critical? It's just the foundation building period, and the most important thing is cultivation and understanding, what are you going to do in the arena at this time? ”

The old man was not wrong in what he said.

For a monk like Cang Xiaohei who takes the combat route, all kinds of martial arts competitions are essential, but those are the honing of skills and the accumulation of experience in the middle and late stages, on the premise that the cultivation has a certain foundation; The foundation building period is the absolute early stage, and for ordinary cultivators, at this time, simple cultivation and perception are enough for them to be busy.

"It is said that ...... It is said that it is for a woman......" said the cultivator who reported the news.

The old man was even angrier.

If young people compete for some things, although they are reckless, they can barely be praised for their true temperament and hot-blooded good men; But for a woman to fight for the wind and be jealous, what kind of hero is this? This is called the love of children, this is called unproductive, this is called having a daughter-in-law and forgetting the mother......

"What the hell is going on? Cang Xiaohei doesn't look like that kind of person, huh? Someone asked, half reassuring, half curious.

The Xinxiye family is a small force, and the total number of cultivators recruited by the sect is not very large, and the monks are naturally very familiar with each other. Cultivators often see that Cang Xiaohei is diligent and unremitting in his studies every day, and he is also hard-working when he goes out to hunt demon beasts, leaving early and returning late, and he has a good reputation within the force. Such a hard-working and studious child is too incompatible with the image of being enthusiastic about beauty and caring about everything.

"We don't know the specifics. It's all about people. When we met Cang Xiaohei, he was already warming up in the waiting area and was about to play. The monk who told the news said.

"Why don't we go and see it?" Su Yunjin saw that the old man was anxious and angry, and knew that this matter meant a lot to him, so he took the initiative to mention it.

The time of a living monk is relatively free. At this time, it was just in time for the recuperation period of most of the spirit plants in the spirit field, and they didn't need much to take care of them, so a group of monks went straight to the direction of the Red Leaf City Arena.

As one of the top ten novice cities in the Trial Secret Realm, it is only natural that Red Leaf City strictly prohibits private fights. Therefore, when there was a conflict between the monks, they would often use guò to compete in the arena to distinguish between winners and losers.

The arena in each city was designed and built by the formation mages sent by the Heavenly Dao Temple, meticulously, and personally everywhere, in order to minimize the casualty rate of the monks in the arena.

Of course, while ensuring a low casualty rate for the monks, the Heavenly Dao Temple would not give up any opportunity to earn profits. At the request of Tao Zhulou of the Heavenly Dao Temple, all the fighting arenas were designed to be convenient for the monks to observe from the sidelines, and they even opened a gambling shop next to them in a frenzy, specializing in the gambling business of predicting the winners and losers of the competition.

And everyone stood in front of the light screen of the gambling house, amazed by the magnanimity of this gambling game.

The light screen of the gambling house clearly wrote that Cang Xiaohei himself invested in this competition: a full thousand spirit stones. According to Su Yunjin's estimation of the old cangtou family, this is probably the annual income of the old cangtou family.

"I originally thought that he was going to hunt demon beasts and had to buy a good set of equipment, so I took out all the spirit stones and handed them to him. I originally thought that this child was stable and reassuring, but I didn't expect him to do such a thing......" The old man cried with a sad face and complained to everyone.

The monks next to him, when they heard the old man's words, all looked sympathetic.

Because although it is said that opening a competition gambling game does not mean throwing the spirit stone directly into the water, the background of the other party and the odds of both sides in this gambling game make them not see any hope.

On the light screen of the gambling house, the origin of the two sides of the competition is clearly introduced. Cang Xiaohei's side is a free cultivator, and there is no faction for the time being; The other party was Yan Youwen, a monk from the Deserted Moon Pavilion.

"What to do? The other party is the outer mountain gate of the eight major forces! After everyone saw the three words of the Wild Moon Pavilion, they suddenly lost all confidence.

On the Yunshan Continent, the eight major forces are the most prominent. In addition to the eight major forces, the outer mountain gate of the eight major forces is the most powerful. These outer mountain gates are directly supported by the main forces, and sometimes the main forces will send immortal masters or core disciples to help them overcome difficulties. The resources they enjoy and the benefits they can get are often incomparable to those families that have accumulated for thousands of years. After all, this is already an era of gradual decline in the power of the family.

The monks of ordinary gangs have no possibility of victory against the outer mountain gate of the eight major forces.

And the gambling house hosted by Tao Zhulou obviously understands this deeply. In addition to the direct bets between Cang Xiaohei and Yan Youwen, the odds were also offered for those who are willing to participate in the gambling game for reference betting. Yan Youwen's odds of winning are 1 to 1 point 01. The odds of a win are 1 to 300.

That's it, the staff of Tao Zhulou in the Red Leaf City Gambling House are still complaining that they are afraid of losing money in the gambling game, saying that if it is not for the income from selling ** arena tickets, this competition is only afraid that it will be a stable loss.

When anyone looks at the number of bets on both sides displayed on the light screen, they don't think this is too extreme. Because the public has expressed their optimism about Yan Youwen in the form of direct bets. Although Yan Youwen's odds were extremely low, they still bet on Yan Youwen all of them. In addition to the 1,000 spirit stones that the two bet on, the bet on Yan Youwen's victory reached as many as 2,300 spirit stones.

"It looks like there are a lot of rich people." Su Yunjin sighed. She herself has a huge amount of money, and she doesn't feel that there is anything in the 12,000 spirit stones. But at the same time, she also understood that the savings of many low-level cultivators who had worked diligently for half their lives were only tens of thousands of spirit stones. Because of the lack of money, they naturally have to spend steel on the blade, and spend a lot of money for an inconsequential gamble, which is something that only local tyrants can do.

"Crazy! Son! The old man just wanted to get his son out quickly, and he was careless, so he just broke into the arena regardless of it, and was stopped by the gatekeeper.

"Please purchase a ticket." The gatekeeper said mechanically, "Benefit five spirit stones." "Obviously, this gatekeeper is a puppet monk of the Heavenly Dao Temple, extremely dull, but powerful. The old man was held in his hands, like a chicken in the hands of an eagle, powerless to fight back.

The old man was angry enough, and his eyes were red. "Let go of me! I want to see my son! I want to see my son! He never imagined that Cang Xiaohei, who had always been calm and sensible, would spend a lot of money and be so determined that he would throw the spirit stone he had saved so hard into the water, which was a little irrational.

"Master Su, what should we do now?" The fellow monks looked at Su Yunjin at a loss, looking like they were the only ones looking at her.