In the West Continent, in a busy city, Wanmanlou at this time is very leisurely wandering in this downtown area.

In the blink of an eye, it has been March since Wan Manlou arrived in the Western Continent, and it is true that Wan Manlou knows that outside the sea area, this Western Continent is not prosperous in the cultivation realm at all.

There are countless kingdoms on the western road, dividing this great continent.

At this time, Wan Manlou had already traveled through the five kingdoms on the West Road, most of which were mortal kingdoms.

There are not many monks who can see Wanmanlou, and the cultivation is not high, and the cultivation of Wanmanlou in the later stage of foundation building is already one of the best.

There are very few places where the monks gather, and there are less than a hundred and ten monks gathering and trading with each other, most of them are low-level monks, and they will be called seniors when they go to Wanmanlou.

Of course, this is only the edge of the Western Continent, and it is normal for the quality of the monks to be not high.

At the same time, this is also a benefit for Wanmanlou, at least the monk's cultivation is not high, Wanmanlou is at least safe here!

Wan Manlou is not eager to see high-level monks, he just comes to see the customs of different realms, broaden his horizons, travel, and break through by the way!

It's good to travel around these marginal realms of the Western Continent, and although there are not many monks in this continent, the life of mortals here is indeed very rich, and after Wanmanlou integrates into it, it also feels a trace of reality!

In the blink of an eye, it was January again, and Wanmanlou traveled all the way, because it gradually entered the deeper part of Western University.

Zhao Guo.

At this time, Wanmanlou came to the center of the Western Continent - Zhao Kingdom.

In the end, it is the center of the Western Continent, and the number and quality of monks are not comparable to the rest of the small peripheral countries.

At this time, Wanmanlou once again saw a large Fang Market that had not been seen for a long time, this Fang City was called Kunlun, and the actual controller was the Kunlun Sword Sect on the Kunlun Mountain Range next to it.

In the market, the traffic is busy, very lively, Wanmanlou also saw a lot of monks who built the foundation and Jindan, compared to the barren marginal area, it is indeed the difference between heaven and earth.

Wanmanlou walks lightly between the markets, appreciating the prosperity of the markets.

After a while, a huge ring attracted Wan Manlou's attention, so he stopped and rushed towards the range of the ring.

At this time, the ring was already surrounded by countless low-level monks, and everyone was very quiet at this time, silently listening to the story of a middle-aged man in the ring.

"Some of you are coming to my Kunlunfang City for the first time, maybe you don't know the rules in this ring, I'll tell you!"

"This ring is called the Sword Ring, and the monks under the foundation can go up to this ring and fight with swords."

"If you hand over enough 100 lower-grade spirit stones, you can go on stage, and the two of you will fight in the same rank, and you will get 100 lower-grade spirit stones if you win a game......"

"Of course, if I can win ten games in a row, my Kunlun Sword Sect will reward three Zhuji Dans, and at the same time accept them as inner disciples!"

Hearing this, the countless monks in the audience immediately exclaimed!

Wan Manlou looked at the scene in front of him and was suddenly a little surprised.

This Kunlun Sword Sect will do business, but this is the same as the black boxing in the first life, it is all huge profits!

Moreover, this Kunlun Sword Sect only provides a venue, and the rest of the costs are not out, of course, if someone can really win ten games in a row, such an excellent talent, it is not bad to buy three Zhuji Dan!

Hearing the words of the middle-aged man, slowly hundreds of monks began to sign up, most of them had some confidence in their own strength, and they didn't value a hundred spirit stones, nor did they value the promise of building a foundation, after all, it was just a mirror.

They are interested in the opening bets, yes.

Next to this questioning sword platform, there is a gambling plate opened by the Kunlun Sword Sect, and these contestants can participate, but they can only buy their own wins!

Since you are confident in your own strength, you naturally dare to buy yourself to win, and if you win a game, it is only a hundred, and if you win a game, it is thousands.

After a while, several small servants began to wander among the spectators below, charging.

Watching people compete also has to give money - ten spirit stones.

Some low-level monks naturally left when they saw that this was still going to give spirit stones.

Wan Manlou didn't, just a spirit stone was nothing to him, and he was really interested in this competition.

Although it was only a competition for low-level monks, Wan Manlou also wanted to see it, just to see the difference between the monks in the inland and the monks in the sea.

Not long after, the disciples of the Kunlun Sword Sect completed the clearance, and there were still thousands of monks waiting for the competition on the stage under the ring.

Most of these people have placed bets on the gambling board next to them, Wanmanlou did not bet, why bother to win too little?

If you win too much, the Kunlun Sword Sect will definitely not turn a blind eye.

Why should you offend such a ground snake, besides, you are a Dan Master, and you don't lack a few spirit stones.

Gradually, there were already three competitions on the field, most of them were high-level monks who practiced qi, and Wan Manlou watched their competition, and his heart would also compare them with overseas monks.

Gradually, Wan Manlou discovered that one of the problems of this inland monk may be because of environmental problems, and their methods are not ruthless, at least they are a little less fierce than those overseas Qi cultivation stage thieves.

Of course, Wan Manlou also found that the foundation of the monks in the inland is very solid, the control of spells, and the control of the timing of the battle are all qualified, but the inland environment is not as bad as the overseas environment, and there are not many ruthless hands.

Not long after, the competition reached the ninth game, and at this time, an indifferent man walked gently to the ring, and the enthusiasm of the audience was even more at this time!

The middle-aged man in the ring also spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice: "It's the Blood Eagle who is on the field now, and the Blood Eagle has won nine games in a row. ”

Everyone in the audience was talking about it, Wan Manlou also listened to it, this person on the stage should be regarded as a very famous monk, famous for his ruthlessness, he won nine games in a row, and finally lost because of the spiritual power in his body!

At this time, he came to the stage, and the monks in the audience were the most buying, and at the same time, the betting market also reduced the odds of the Blood Eagle to the minimum.

Naturally, they also believed that it was impossible for Blood Eagle to lose the first game.

Blood Eagle's opponent was a middle-aged man with an ordinary face, and the middle-aged man's face was a little pale at this time, maybe he didn't expect that he would meet Blood Eagle in the first game.

And Blood Eagle is notoriously ruthless, he is either dead or injured, and it is normal for this middle-aged man to behave like this.

Wan Manlou looked at the two people on the stage, he just glanced at it slightly, but suddenly saw something, and his eyes were slightly stunned.

The corners of his mouth went up, and he muttered, "Blood Eagle? How many days a month do you have to bleed? Interesting! ”

The man on the stage had a bitter face at this time, looked at the blood eagle, and said: "Blood eagle, I can't compare to you, please be merciful!" ”

As he spoke, he bowed his hand.

Only then did he speak: "I made a move!" ”

A ground stabbing technique was thrown out towards the blood eagle, and the blood eagle did not resist and stabbed directly at this man!

Wan Manlou saw this man's performance, and immediately felt that his ideas were good, the people here are indeed a little decent, and they have to say it before they even make a move!

This couldn't help but make Wan Manlou even more interested in the ruthless Blood Eagle, this is simply a sheep in the flock, and this Blood Eagle is still a Kun Xiu!

Yes, although it looks like a man, but it can't hide Wan Manlou's eyes, this blood eagle is definitely a daughter!

The two on the stage exchanged several moves, and the man gradually lost his opponent, leaving blood on his body one by one, and swept down to the ring.

Wan Manlou saw the blood eagle's move, nodded slightly, but it was ruthless, and the moves were all life-threatening.

This man should have also practiced the method of forging the body, otherwise it would have been finished long ago, and even if it was not finished, he would have been severely suppressed by the blood eagle at this time!

Wan Manlou judged that without three moves, this man should be invincible.

Wan Manlou guessed correctly, it was another move, and the blood eagle found a flaw in this man, and stabbed it directly with a sword.

The man couldn't dodge, and fell directly on the edge of the ring, and the blood eagle approached with a sword, and his steps were forward, which was the victory and defeat!

In the blink of an eye, the man tripped the blood eagle with one foot and tripped it directly under the ring.

The referee next to him immediately ruled that Blood Eagle was defeated!

The man suddenly showed a look of horror, and at the same time, with three points of honesty, he said innocently: "It's me who lost, it's my luck!" ”

When the blood eagle in the audience heard this, he didn't say a word, and turned to leave!

The development of things was obviously unexpected by people, and the audience also thought that Blood Eagle was too unlucky, and at the same time, they were also unlucky, and they bet on Blood Eagle and lost a lot.

Wan Manlou was also a little surprised, just now he thought that the victory and defeat had been divided, but he didn't expect a sudden change! So he carefully recalled the battle between the man and the blood eagle just now.

Thinking about it this time, he suddenly found out what the problem was, and as soon as he came on the scene, this man deceived everyone with his honest appearance, especially the miserable whiteness on his face, and his words afterward.

Good acting!

Good actors!

After that, fighting against the Blood Eagle, although this man has always been at a disadvantage and looks crumbling, he always does not have much loss, but he seems to be at ease in his clumsiness.

Of course, there is also this stumbling block at the end, which is simply a stroke of genius!

Wan Manlou smiled slightly, and said secretly: "I was slapped in the face?" Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? Interesting! ”

"It seems that in addition to the she-wolf, there is a wolf in sheep's clothing after all!"