The one at the registration office of the ring gambling game saw that Zhang Fan could return safely, and he no longer dared to despise him. Because of this general situation, although the possibility of some reclusive sect kicking masters is not large, it is not negligible, so after seeing Zhang Fan, he also seemed to be very frank and said: "The odds of thirteen, this is your two hundred and sixty high-grade spirit stones" If you encourage this person to continue betting, he will temporarily retract it, mainly because Zhang Fan's plan cannot be fully understood.

After that Bai Feng came over and recorded his identity with his spiritual power characteristics, Zhang Fan suddenly continued to bet unashamedly: "I am not very sure in this battle, it is estimated that between the fifth face or attack and the seventh face or attack, I can win." Death contract ring, if you lose, you will have nothing, I will press these two hundred and sixty high-grade spirit stones here first, even if I win the fourth or eighth photo, then I will not take a penny. Look, how are the odds fair?" Zhang Fan was sure to kill the other party in seconds, but he didn't want to scare people who were close to other rankings because he showed too strong strength, which was contrary to his original intention of increasing some knowledge and making money by the way.

Although Zhang Fan was brought by the western border of the Boundless Continent, he couldn't look down on the value of these two hundred and sixty high-grade spirit stones. According to Zhang Fan's inadvertent exploration and understanding of this place with his divine sense, generally speaking, the entire disposable wealth of an upper-level Qi refining early stage cultivator in this area is a hundred lower-grade spirit stones or equivalent to one middle-grade spirit stone. The peak of genius qi refining will probably have a net worth of four or five hundred medium-grade spirit stones. And the upper level in the pinnacle of foundation building, or the level of early Jindan, is generally around 1670,000 medium-grade spirit stones or 16,700 high-grade spirit stones. In the past, when he was digging 10,000 mines at the bottom of the sea, Zhang Fan also had a wealth equivalent to that of a Jindan-level monk in this world. And he has a unique means to transform the spirit stone into combat power more directly, rather than only through channels such as vending shops, and the pursuit is of course much higher... ”

"This monk is different from the martial artists in the mortal world, generally speaking: either it is easy for one of them to be killed within one or two faces, or, because the two sides are stuck in a certain place with similar strength, at least a protracted battle of more than ten faces. Your odds of winning are assumed to be half percent, and you have to be within this limit, not too much. The odds are good... ”

Zhang Fan couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and he also understood one or two with his divine thoughts: this is when he has no experience, and he plans to make a fool of himself according to the algorithm that is beneficial to him.

"Three is three. ”

Of course, Bai Feng, who was ranked 996th on the 125 District Foundation Building Master List, also made a bet, and he also bought it to win, and it was also two hundred and sixty high-grade spirit stones. Crops also give odds of 1 to 3.

Subsequently, under the guidance of a girl who carried a unique waist card, Zhang Fan and the others, who were at the peak of the foundation building monk, and Bai Feng entered the two entrances of the competition venue dozens of miles away in only a quarter of an hour or so, and appeared at both ends of the martial arts competition venue within a radius of thirty miles.

To Zhang Fan's surprise, as soon as the figures of the two sides entered the place, Zhang Fan felt an invisible spiritual power coming over with the illusion at the first time. The unique hidden weapon also hit at several times the speed of sound at the first time, and the hidden weapon seemed to be a bit of a unique doorway, and it had a certain stealth ability among the monks of the same level. At a certain distance, a group of stealth Gu insects with very fast speed quietly spread. In this way, at a distance of about thirty miles, almost in the space of ten seconds or so, the attack launched by the monk named Bai Feng approached not far from him. From the outside, it seems that the person is still in his original position, moving forward very calmly.

For Zhang Fan at this time, of course, these tricks are meaningless, but the ring experience and even his own comprehensive strength displayed by the real foundation building peak powerhouse in this world of the Ten Thousand Laws still make Zhang Fan have to look at it differently. Obviously: in the real world of the Ten Thousand Law Sect, the master of the peak level of foundation building is obviously much stronger than the ordinary inner disciples of the peak of foundation building of similar levels in the Xuanfa Sect, in Zhang Fan's general perception and guess, it is likely that because of all kinds of endless means and exercises, even if he first came to the Boundless Continent not long ago, the sect master of the Luoyun Mountain Chamber of Commerce of the four grades of Jindan may not have a high probability of winning when facing this person.

Of course, for Zhang Fan, what he is thinking about at this time is not how much trouble this person can bring to him, but what kind of routines and strength he should show. Thinking about this first battle, Zhang Fan assumed that he was a more cautious refiner with special poison and anti-Gu resistance skills, and after some calculations in a very short time, he also began to act. The speed was also very fast, but it seemed that he didn't see the approaching Gu worm in the zigzag line dodge forward after entering the entrance, although he dodged the frontal attack of the stealth Gu worm, but in the end, he was still flying into the body from behind by the stealth Gu worm swarm. Then, the whole body seemed to stop for a short time, as if it had been hit hard.

That Bai Feng was not careless after he succeeded, and he had no nonsense, obviously he was very careful from his experience in the ring to his thoughts. When he took the opportunity to approach the distance of about two miles at the fastest speed, he suddenly attacked, and countless white balls like hidden weapons shot out bursts of smoke around Zhang Fan, completely putting Zhang Fan in a predicament.

It's just that after two consecutive moves, Zhang Fan still didn't fall down in Bai Feng's perception, obviously having a good "poison resistance", which can make Bai Feng, who is good at illusion and poisoning, and whose attack power is not very strong, feel a headache. Therefore, at this time, he simply used the hidden weapon method at the bottom of the box again, and shot over with a faintly invisible piece of poisonous needle. And what's strange is that this white wind seems to be able to cast an illusion, and when it attacks, people can't see its movements clearly, thinking that it is still sitting calmly on the side and watching the wall.

Zhang Fan seemed to have special immunity to hidden weapons like tiny microneedles and even various poisons, and quickly got back to his feet, and once again rushed out of the white mist to attack the virtual image where Bai Feng was originally located.

This made Bai Feng a little flustered, so he had to use his illusion while quickly hiding his body to dodge. In the first attack, Zhang Fan deliberately shot a blank, but it was not far from the person's real location. The second time he attacked, his own attack was blocked by a magical blood shield that Bai Feng turned into with his own essence blood, and he didn't break the defense. At the moment when Bai Feng had not yet reacted, the third attack was launched, Zhang Fan seemed to shout, his whole body and even his eyes were radiant, as if he was overdrawing his potential, and with a sudden surge of strength, he flew close to Bai Feng's true position and smashed the mud pill palace of Bai Feng with a punch, and a strong internal force accompanied by a powerful force, beating Bai Feng's sea of knowledge into a blood mist with a punch to his head. Obviously: Zhang Fan's strength is much stronger than that of Bai Feng, but it is obviously not to the point of killing the opponent in seconds or being at ease. After overdrawing his body, it seems that his momentum has also declined. If there are strong people with strong spiritual power above the early stage of Jindan, it can be seen: on Zhang Fan's back at this time, there is black gas coming out from time to time, and it seems that he has made a lot of moves in this battle.

When he walked out of the ring, Zhang Fan seemed to have a little more Gu poison in his body, and the speed of returning to the ring gambling registration office had declined by more than half. Although it looks normal on the outside, as long as it is a monk at the peak level of the foundation building, it can be seen that Zhang Fan has been poisoned a lot, and it is a lucky thing to save his life without a particularly big fate, it is likely that he will be bedridden on the third day, not to mention a period of time, that is, the current combat power may be reduced to the heyday of the white wind.

The person at the registration office of the ring gambling game looked at Zhang Fan, and pretended to be kind and said: "This friend seems to be very poisoned, do you want our people to treat one or two here? If it's just a diagnosis and not a prescription, our service here is free... ”

Of course, Zhang Fan knows what this person's idea is: he wants to understand his state more accurately, so that he has a higher certainty in determining the betting odds. It is also possible to pass on the real message to some sects in exchange for benefits. Therefore, in order to make these people more sure and able to accept greater odds, Zhang Fan did not refuse. Pretending to be a little uncomfortable, let the gambler make a little diagnosis.

"Can I still be saved?" Zhang Fan said with some discouragement in the face of the person who came to check the pulse.

"This friend is injured and can't figure it out, as long as he rests well tonight and grabs some healing herbs according to the prescription I prescribed, it should be fine. After ten or so days, you should be able to compete again... The old man who took the pulse in the air said indifferently.

Ye Ruyun, Ye Ruyue and other women on the side pretended to be a little relieved and excited when they heard this: "Lord, or we will come back in more than ten days as this gentleman said... ”

"I feel like it's okay now, rest here for three hours, and pick up at night... Come on!" Zhang Fan seemed to be planning for the worst in a big and unwise way. The girls pretended to have an advantage when they heard it.

Probably just after resting for two hours, a bewitching girl with an appearance of about seventeen or eighteen years old came to Zhang Fan, with no smile on her face, but said calmly and resolutely: "I am also a disciple of the White Mist Sect, the eldest daughter of the First Guest Qing Elder Sect of the White Mist Gate, Fu Po, the ninth hundred and ninety-fifth on the list of foundation building masters. I abstained from voting, but now I want to challenge you, and you can choose to refuse. Would you like to prove your strength again?"

Zhang Fan complained in a voice that could barely be heard by a peak monk of the foundation building: "There is such a brazen person in the world? Anyway, even if I am looking for death, I must not be silent, I want to die in this ring with honor, and keep the position of the top 1,000 in the 125th district... ”

Some of the early stage masters of Jindan, who were relatively strong in cultivation, heard such words in secret, and began to understand a little why this monk named "Li Feiyu" was so unwise to agree to continue the competition when his injuries would inevitably have a great impact on him.

However, as Zhang Fan wished, this time he did get close to thirteen odds again. Even if he faced Fu Po, who was inferior to Bai Feng just now, after Zhang Fan suppressed the blockage of seven hundred and eighty top-grade spirit stones, if he could win this battle, he would get ten thousand top-grade spirit stones back. This is close to Zhang Fan's approximate harvest in the Xihai Spirit Stone Mine, and it is also the bottom line of this quest for wealth.

As for betting, many people began to hesitate at the beginning.

"This person can defeat Bai Feng of nine hundred and ninety-five with a clear advantage, even if he has been poisoned and injured, his strength has been greatly reduced, and he is likely to lose most of the time in the face of Fu Po, but this odds seem to be a little too big. ”

"You don't know, I have inside information, I don't believe you can scrape together the money to ask the know-it-all to confirm one or two... It is said that a famous doctor in the gambling game has investigated this person's injuries, and even if this person's strength is treated with good medicine, it is good to have the original strength of two or three percent during the evening competition. This odds of 13 is definitely a fair price... ”

In this way, when the sky gradually ended, Zhang Fan pretended to be a strong fighter and walked to the entrance of the martial arts arena within a radius of about thirty miles. At this time, although the officials of the registration office were not optimistic that Zhang Fan in such a state would be able to win this game, a well-informed and experienced director still reminded: "There are some accidents, and you must not be guarded against, especially this kind of person of unknown origin." It's better to send someone to check the origin of this Li Feiyu. In addition, I also inform the people of the Ice and Snow Gate and the Green Fox Gate to get ready, it's best to send some people, nothing is the best, if there is an accident, there is a person or even a force that is piercing, and you have to be ready to take action... ”

In fact, although the Ice and Snow Gate, the Green Fox Gate, and the White Mist Gate are several third-rate sects, because their masters guard the positions of some nearby nouns all the year round to prevent some provocative people from coming to kick the hall, they are also familiar with this. When he learned that Bai Feng had overturned, he had already begun to send a large lineup to meet the unexpected needs.

Soon after, Zhang Fan also entered the martial arts arena. After pretending to eat a "secret" "elixir" on his body, his previous sluggish state suddenly recovered a lot, and he seemed to be refreshed as if he had returned to the light, which made Fu Po, who entered the venue from afar, feel a bit of danger. The people in the casino who watched the duel through the light curtain also felt that something was wrong, but it was not easy to change the bet at this time.

(End of chapter)