In fact, Cong Ye didn't think about betting, nor did he think about going on stage to fight, the reason why he came here was just to have a long insight, after all, he didn't know anything about the immortal cultivation world. 『言*情*首*发【Mobile phone users directly visit wèndashubao】.

Yan Jing almost had the same purpose. I also thought about giving Cong Ye some spirit stones, and with this excuse to Cong Ye, Cong Ye should not refuse, and at the same time, it will not embarrass Cong Ye.

The two found a slightly quieter corner and stood at the back of the crowd, paying attention to the fight on the stage.

They are all young people in their twenties, one is in the early stage of foundation building, and the other is in the middle stage of foundation building, although there is a level difference in cultivation, but those who are low in cultivation have a high-grade spiritual weapon, and those who are high-level in their hands are only a low-grade spiritual weapon, which makes up for the gap between the two in cultivation.

For such a competition, Congye is not very interested. So he turned his gaze to the onlookers in the hall.

It seems that the highest cultivation is only in the middle stage of concentrating, and most of them are low-level immortal cultivators who are at the peak of the Peiyuan period and the peak of the foundation building period.

"Hey, it's new."

Cong Ye had long noticed a ten-year-old monk beside him who was cultivating in the late stage of foundation building, and since Yan Jing appeared, his eyes had never left Yan Jing's body. At this time, he pretended to have just discovered it, looked at Cong Ye and asked.

Cong Ye even ignored him, and didn't even look at the other party.

Xu felt that the sixteen or seventeen-year-old cultivator in front of him was only in the early stage of Peiyuan, and even lower did not pay attention to him, the monk was annoyed and angry, and couldn't help but raise his voice and ask loudly:

"Boy, what about you."

Cong Ye just glanced at the other party lightly, and then wanted to take Yan Jing to avoid the guy in front of him. I don't want the man to be reluctant and say:

"It's a flower stuck in cow dung. Boy, is there a comparison?"

The young monk's voice naturally attracted countless glances, where is Cong Ye to bully, and he didn't feel that his heart was on fire, but he still suppressed his feelings, and asked Yan Jing softly:

"Do you still see it?"

Yan Jing also knew that with Cong Ye's cultivation, it would be impossible for these people to enter Cong Ye's eyes at all, so she nodded and said:

"Then don't look at it."

Seeing that Cong Ye ignored himself again, the monk in the late stage of foundation building naturally couldn't get off the stage, and suddenly rushed to Cong Ye and Yan Jing, blocking the way of the two.

"Boy, I'm deaf, and I still didn't come out with my eggs"

Cong Ye really didn't want to deal with him, but the other party had said everything about this, and if he left like this, he would definitely not be happy. So he glanced at Yan Jing, and seeing that Yan Jing had a playful smile on her face, Cong Ye nodded to the man.

"Okay, since we agreed, let's bet on something."

Without waiting for the leaves to say, he said:

"Oh, have you seen this sword, this is a superb spiritual weapon, and it is only a little worse than a magic weapon. If you win, it's yours. If you lose, how about giving her to me"

The foundation building monk said and pointed at Yan Jing.

Cong Ye, who had already agreed, heard that the other party wanted to make a bet on Yan Jing himself, not that he was worried that he would lose, but that he didn't want to make Yan Jing unhappy. Just as he was about to make a decision, he heard Yan Jing whisper:

"I love that sword."

In that case, what else is there to worry about

Looking at the monk in the late stage of foundation building, he wanted to wait for the competition on the stage to be over, and then the two of them would take the stage. Cong Ye was impatient, and immediately said to the man:

"It's all right here, let's get started."

Cong Ye's indifferent expression made the late foundation building monk feel a little bit of it, and he thought to himself: Could it be that I looked away so I looked at Cong Ye carefully again, and when I determined that Cong Ye's cultivation was at most the Peiyuan period, I also nodded decisively in agreement.

At this time, the two were almost identical. They all feel that fighting with each other with their own cultivation is just a move and a half, so why do you have to go to the ring

"Haha, okay, then it's good to be here."

After the monk finished speaking, his body remained motionless, meaning to let Congye attack first.

The corners of Cong Ye's mouth subconsciously curled, and he raised his hand and grabbed the neck of the monk in the late stage of foundation building.

It may be that seeing Cong Ye use ordinary martial arts, the monk in the late stage of foundation building grinned with a disdainful smile, and did not use the true qi in his body, and his body was about to leave the place in a flash, thinking of dodging Cong Ye's hand in order to tease the opponent.

However, where did he think that it seemed that Cong Ye's hand had suddenly grown, and no matter how he dodged, the five fingers that stretched out were like shadows, always half an inch away from his neck. And it has been noticed in his eyes that the owner of the hand did not move half a step at all.

The monk who wanted to tease the opponent was teased instead, and in embarrassment, he didn't even think much about how the opponent's hand was growing, and even sacrificed the superb spiritual weapon sword in his hand.

In fact, the reason why Cong Ye wanted to do this was to wait for the other party to sacrifice the long sword so that he could accept it, and then he left the matter with Yan Jing. I didn't even think about formally fighting the other party.

Therefore, seeing the long sword stabbing in the void, Cong Ye gave up and continued to grab the opponent's neck, retracted his hand, grabbed the long sword in the air, and shook it twice in his hand, and the mark left by the opponent on the long sword was touched by Cong Ye.

"Let's go."

He handed Yan Jing the superb spirit weapon sword that had touched the imprint, and turned around to walk towards the outside of the hall.

"Give me back the Frost Sword"

It is estimated that he was dizzy by anger, or there was something behind him, facing a monk who took away the best spiritual weapon out of thin air, the monk in the late stage of foundation building not only did not give up, but crossed Cong Ye and Yan Jing again and blocked in front of the two.

"What else do you have to bet on?"

Cong Ye was obviously teasing his opponent.

"Give me back the Frost Sword, or I won't want to walk out of this hall."

The words of the monk in the later stage of foundation building immediately attracted a burst of boos.

"Can't afford to lose"

Cong Ye lightly provoked the other party again.

"Tan Liang stepped aside."

With the shout, a contemplation early stage monk came out of the crowd, and Tan Liang, who was blocking Cong Ye and Yan Jing, took two steps back in response, and shouted respectfully to the comer:

"Big brother."

"Hmph."

Snorted coldly Tan Liang, the senior brother stood in front of Cong Ye and said tepidly:

"I also asked Daoyou to return the Lingshuang Sword to Senior Brother Tan, this sword was given to Senior Brother Tan by the master and his old man. As long as Daoyou returns it to Senior Brother Tan, Chen can compensate Daoyou for 100 medium-grade spirit stones. ”

At this time, Yan Jing spoke:

"I'm afraid this top-grade spirit weapon flying sword needs a hundred high-grade spirit stones."

"You mean you don't want to change it"

Cong Ye laughed at what the other party said, what is this, it is not uncommon to redeem a lost bet, but the flying sword that was originally worth a hundred high-grade spirit stones had to be ransomed with a hundred medium-grade spirit stones, this is not clear whether it is a lie