While the two were talking, the male disciple who had built the first floor of the foundation had already stepped into the ring, and Lu Xiaoman shouted loudly as if he had chicken blood.

"Hurry, hurry! Are there any bets? Place your bets! Place your bets! Fifteen moves within three layers of foundation building are over! Bet without regrets! Bet without regrets! ”

Lu Xiaoman shouted blindly, and the huge crowd immediately divided into small groups, and the small dealers walked out one by one with storage bags filled with spirit stones.

This time it is the double cultivation of sword cultivation to swordsmanship, and the end of fifteen moves within the third layer of the foundation, the small dealers are no longer buying and winning on the ground, but some people buy and lose, everyone is not blind, and now the group of people who have come over are the core disciples of the teacher, and the realm gap is ready-made, and Xi Mo's winning side has dropped a lot.

Lu Xiaoman was still shouting that he had no regrets about betting, and he squeezed over a lot of foundation building disciples to follow the bet, and there were more people who bought Xi Mo and lost, in their opinion, the pure law cultivation had no problem with Xi Mo, but this time it was a disciple of the double cultivation of swordsmanship, once they started to make a few moves with each other, right? Coupled with his rich combat experience, maybe he can really make Ximo lose once and kill his prestige.

The two people in the ring saw that the flow of bets was gradually decreasing, so they saluted each other, and one stood on one side of the ring, wandering around the ring, looking at each other and observing, and no one was in a hurry to be the first to shoot.

The two of them didn't seem to make a move, but these people who were close to the ring were keenly aware of the changes in the surrounding aura, and a large amount of aura was affected by the fluctuations of the spiritual power of the two people in the ring, and they were frantically converging on the stage.

Lu Xiaoman picked up the big orange cat a little nervously, and rested his chin on the cat's head to rub it.

"The little brother has been in the ring for more than 20 days, and this is the first time this has happened." Lu Xiaoman muttered quietly.

"Normal, this is the atmosphere that a master should have." The big orange cat spits out in the meow of a meow.

"But isn't this aura just right to assist the opponent in casting spells?"

"If he doesn't move fast enough and gets hit, there will be your innocent brother waiting to clean him up when he comes back."

"Wow~"

The two people who had wandered around the ring for no longer knew how many times finally had a new move, and the attacking side ran out of patience to make the first move, and a large amount of gathered aura made his casting very easy, and the three series of spells of Jinshui and Mu were thrown out repeatedly, and the middle conversion was particularly natural, and at the same time, he cautiously protected himself with a sword.

Simer is still an old trick, waiting for his opponent to strike first, and he watches the rhythm before counterattacking.

The dual cultivation of swordsmanship on the first floor of the foundation is still difficult to bargain in front of Xi Mo, no matter how smooth the three series of spells are, after all, it is a person casting spells, no matter how fast the action is, it is limited, and the pause interval between each spell is enough for Xi Mo to rush in front of him.

After observing seven or eight moves with ease, the other party threw arrows all over the sky with a spell, Xi Mo waved his sword and kept blocking, the sword qi swept, and every time he bounced off an arrow, a dazzling golden light lit up, and everyone on and off the stage had to squint their eyes, and those with low cultivation even had to lower their heads, and they couldn't look directly at all.

Xi Mo patiently waited for his opponent to be dazzled by the golden light, and at the moment when he reflexively turned his head and squinted, Xi Mo kicked hard under his feet, stepped on his footwork and rushed towards him, directly twisted the opponent's hand that pinched the trick, and threw it over his shoulder reflexively, afraid that people would still have the strength to fight back, and his knee pushed hard again.

The people in the audience who rubbed their eyes suddenly heard the heavy plopping sound of flesh hitting the ground from the ring, accompanied by a low cry of pain that could not be restrained, while rubbing their eyes and looking at the ring.

Siemer stood upright, hooking his opponent's sword from the ground with his toes, and his opponent was already smashing his face to the ground, lying on his stomach in an unsightly position.

"Simer wins!" The referee on duty announced loudly with twitching corners of his mouth.

There were enthusiastic cheers from the audience, He Feng and Chu Rui were busy distributing money to the winners' little dealers, and Lu Xiaoman stood aside and stroked the cat's head, watching the attacking party being carried down on a stretcher.

"Sure enough, men know men best, the little senior brother is really quick and ruthless, this trick has to be learned."

Lu Xiaoman had a satisfied expression of learning something new.