"Venerable Vast Heaven, this time you are suddenly out of the customs, are you here for the preliminary competition?"

"That's natural, this retreat of the deity has been very rewarding, not only will I have to participate in this event, but I will also be determined to win the innate treasure of the quasi-saint group."

As he spoke, the Vast Venerable held his palms in a hollow position, and from a distance, it seemed that a world was being conceived in his palms.

Seeing this scene, the people around cheered and discussed: "The combat power of the Vast Venerable is among the best in our Heluo world, and this time there is a breakthrough, I dare not say that I can enter the top ten in the quasi-saint realm, right?" ”

"Yes, the top ten didn't run, even the top five have hope, what are you waiting for if you don't bet!"

"Hehe, thank you Venerable for bringing your brothers to make a fortune, I'm all stake."

"I'm also betting on it, whether it's life or death depends on this time."

Driven by the Vast Venerable, the gamblers came to hear the news, and among them, there were several quasi-saints with ordinary strength, and after hesitating again and again, they all bet their chips on him.

Wang Xu had been watching coldly, and when he saw that everyone was betting around the Vast Venerable, he muttered: "Actor, still a good actor, you can almost hammer a stone." ”

If Venerable Hao Han is not an actor, there is no reason to perform secret techniques in public because of a few words.

Didn't he know that as a contestant, it was easy to be targeted by others when he used his secret skills in front of everyone?

But he did it anyway, and it was a pointless show.

Wang Xu looked at it, except that as an actor, it was useless to show everyone his hands so that everyone could bet willingly.

"It seems that I have to be careful, the Fallen World Community is different from any world I have ever seen, if you look at this place with the eyes of the Flood World, you will suffer a big loss."

The more Wang Xu looked, the more cautious he became.

The Zhun Ti Saint of the Flood World is shameless enough, but he can't do anything to point a deer as a horse.

No matter what the strong people in other worlds say, they all have the persistence and pride of the strong, Wang Xu can't think of any quasi-saint in the flood wilderness, who can act as an actor at any cost in order to save a few worlds of origin.

This is different here, the strong in the fallen world group, as long as the inside, do not want to lose face.

No matter how good the face is, can it save the destruction of the Heluo world?

No, hundreds of millions of years ago, the people here may have been innocent, but now, of course, the world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit, I'm afraid that if there are enough benefits, not to mention a top quasi-saint like the Vast Venerable, even a saint can sell his soul.

Otherwise, how could the Heluo Holy King of the Heluo World act as a Taoist companion to the Fallen Holy Lord.

In the final analysis, the flood is still too peaceful, lacking a sense of crisis, so peaceful that he has set rules for himself, and whoever does not respect the rules of the game will not be able to play.

In a chaotic world, who will tell you the rules of the game, the real rule is to strengthen yourself by all means, weaken the enemy, and it is useless to talk about other things.

"Look, the Iron Sword Boy is here!"

has just experienced the test of the acting skills of the Vast Venerable, and soon the second powerful faction will come on the stage.

This iron sword boy is very legendary in his own right.

It is said that he was born in a certain world that was attacked by the Heluo world, and he was a kendo genius himself.

It is said that he learned swords at the age of three, learned swords at the age of eight, and became one sword at the age of seventeen, and achieved the third order on the ground.

It is said that later, it was even more out of control, and in just a thousand years, he defeated all the heroes of the world and became the best of the seventh-order monks.

It is said that when the Heluo World attacked the hometown of the Iron Sword Prince, he even killed thirteen seventh-order monks with one sword in a row, and fought hard with the eighth-order quasi-saint for 300 moves before he was defeated.

After the defeat, the eighth-order monk couldn't bear to hurt his life, but bowed to him and substituted him into the Heluo world.

Less than 100,000 years later, the Iron Sword Boy was promoted to the eighth rank, which is said to have attracted saints to recruit disciples.

Iron Sword Gongzi flatly refused, and practiced alone with one person and one sword.

It is said that today, tens of thousands of years have passed, and no one knows what the swordsmanship of the Iron Sword Master is, and everyone who has seen him use his sword has died, and the top eighth-order monks are no exception.

"What a said son!"

Wang Xu looked at the Iron Sword Boy and found that he was dressed in white like snow, even his hair and eyebrows were white, and he looked like a fairy, which was very in line with the image of a master in everyone's impression.

"Iron Sword Prince, the origin of the world in five thousand thousands, one move, three wins!"

Iron Sword Boy's voice was cold, and his sword was even colder, it was said to be a sword that killed people without seeing blood.

"I also bet on Tie Jian Gongzi to win three games, and one move will determine the winner!"

"I'll bet five hundred pieces of the Thousand Worlds Origin!"

"I'll bet three hundred."

"Three hundred pieces also come out to be embarrassed, is it worthy of the value of the Iron Sword Boy, I bet a thousand!"

Everyone was like crazy, crazy bets on Iron Sword Boy.

Because unlike the Vast Venerable, it is said that under the Iron Sword Prince, there are already several lives of top eighth-order monks, and in terms of attack alone, they can pose a threat to ninth-order saints, and killing ordinary eighth-order monks is like chopping melons and vegetables.

In addition, Iron Sword Gongzi is a kendo monk, and he cultivates the secret technique of slashing with one sword, and the first three swords are the most invincible.

It takes a long time for others to fight to determine the winner, and Iron Sword Boy has always been a move, a move to kill, or a move to be killed.

"Friend, I see that you only have a sixth-order cultivation, ten pieces of Thousand World Origin, it's not a decimal for you, right?"

Wang Xu looked at a fierce man beside him, gritted his teeth and staked all his worth on the Iron Sword Boy and asked.

"What's the matter, Iron Sword Gongzi has won, none of the people on the list are his enemies, I'm sure to make money!" The bearded monk looked very happy and looked at Iron Sword with a look of adoration.

Wang Xu shook his head slightly after hearing this, and asked, "Then do you know what the achievements of the Iron Sword Master are?" ”

"Of course I know, otherwise I would have bet? Are you stupid for me? ”

The bearded monk said with a fluttering eyebrow: "Three million years ago, the Iron Sword Master fought with the enemy, and the enemy was a top eighth-order monk, hiding in a dimensional plane, and the Iron Sword Master went down with a sword, split the dimensional plane, and killed the strong enemy, who doesn't know about this?" ”

"You saw it with your own eyes?" Wang Xu asked rhetorically.

"Of course not, but there is a sword cultivator who has visited the place where the Iron Sword Master killed the enemy, and the sword qi is 30,000 miles long, and now you can still hear the sound of the sword there, many eighth-order monks have gone to see it, and there is no one who does not say a word."

The more the bearded man spoke, the happier he became, as if it was him whose sword qi was spanning 30,000 miles.

Wang Xu sighed slightly in his heart, after a long time, no one saw it, and it was another rumor about the Iron Sword Prince.

He had heard a lot of this kind of rumor, although some people thought that Iron Sword Gongzi had the strength to kill an eighth-order cultivator in seconds, but who had ever seen him make a move?

Not a single one.

He is like a mythical character living in a book, anyone can tell a few words about his legend, but no one has ever seen him do it himself.

The good name said: Those who have seen the swordsmanship of the Iron Sword Boy are dead.

Wang Xu lives in modern society and knows too well what packaging is.

There is mainly a team that is willing, and a sitting lady can be packaged as a member of the royal family of the Titanium Country in minutes.

Iron Sword Gongzi is a three-no product, just like Qiu Qianzhang, the eldest brother of Qiu Qianren in Heaven and Dragon Slayer, who knows how much real material he has.

There are many vanity under the fame, and the Iron Sword Gongzi gives him the feeling that he can pretend to be too good, although it is undeniable that there is a superb such thing as the King of the Seven Nights, and the way of pretending to be forced is extraordinary.

But he didn't think that Iron Sword Gongzi was the next King of the Seven Nights, because he was not pretending to be simple at all, but a bit pretentious.

"The routines here are so deep, no wonder everyone can't see hope."

Wang Xu sighed with a smile on his face, he is an actor and a trust, coupled with the possible black whistle, it is strange that this group of bad gamblers can win.

I'm afraid that within the gambling house, there is already an internal ranking.

Who can go on and who can't, who is a best-of-five game, and who is a two-game loser in three games and then a comeback to win, are all based on each other's winning percentages.

Even Wang Xu suspected that there was more than one Chengtian Sage behind the scenes, and he didn't have such a big appetite.

After all, the Heluo world is a good gambler, and the big business of hundreds of millions of gamblers has at least hundreds of worlds in the total handicap, which cannot be eaten by one or two saints.

There is no Heluo Holy Lord nodding above, and the people below don't dare to play so excessively, judging from the current form, this is probably a premeditated leek cutting operation, and even the purpose of this martial arts conference is estimated to be not pure.

"There will be five matches in the primary, and the winner of the five games will advance, and I will bet on myself to win all three games, which will inevitably be more brilliant, attracting the gamblers around me to follow suit, and it will attract sniping from the gambling house."

Thinking of this, Wang Xu suddenly changed his smile and said with a smile: "It's okay, the first place in my quasi-saint group, let's start here, and let these people see that in the face of absolute strength, all routines are useless." ”