Many viewers on the entire Red Silk Lake and the two monks on the artistic conception stone pillar could hear the sound of singing and announcing from the special monks on the Zhuyuan Tower.

"The master of Wushi Guan listened to the wind and lowered the spirit stone with two hundred."

"There are two hundred spirit stones under the long pressure of the flower arrangement."

"Mr. Lu He listened to the wind and lowered the spirit stone with two hundred."

"Sect Master Yan Feiyun pressed the wind and lowered the spirit stones to five hundred."

………

Listening to this singing and announcing, I listened to the smile on Fengzi's face blooming. This means that the audience is unanimously optimistic about him. Liu Sanjie on the opposite side had a calm face.

Many viewers who had spirit stones also hurriedly called the spirit stones, and those who had money called money.

Since the viewer is so optimistic, the viewers are all characters with extraordinary vision, and it must be right to bet with them, and they all want to make a small fortune without losing money.

At this moment, the last singing voice sounded: "Xu Yuma, press Liu Sanjie to lower the spirit stone of 1,000." ”

Suddenly, the entire lake was silent.

On the artistic conception stone pillar, the smile on Tingfengzi's face also condensed. And Liu Sanjie's originally calm face on the opposite side was stunned.

After a while, a layer of noise and turmoil suddenly rose on the surface of the lake.

"What?"

"Did I hear me wrong?"

"Who is Xu Juma pressing?"

Everyone was shocked, and the controversial viewer who had just appeared shocked the Quartet for the first time.

"Is this Xu Chuan crazy?" Zhu Yuanzi fish was also shocked. She wasn't surprised by the number of a thousand lower-grade spirit stones. Xu Chuan's Ma Yueyu alone is 3,000 lower-grade spirit stones a month, but he presses Liu Sanjie?

I'm going to crush the wrong person.

"Brother Wuzheng..."Zhu Yuanziyu looked at Xia Wuzheng, but found that Xia Wuzheng had begun to look at Liu Sanjie carefully at some point, as if he was looking for something carefully.

He was looking for Liu Sanjie's advantages, which he didn't see!

He knows very well that Xu Chuan is definitely not a madman, let alone a weirdo who likes to be maverick and unconventional. On the contrary, he is a calculating man who cares deeply about his own interests!

Such a person, pressing Liu Sanjie?

It seems that everyone's reaction is too strong, and there is a singing sound in the Zhuyuan Building again.

"Xu Juma pressed Liu Sanjie to produce a thousand spirit stones!"

Everyone understood that this was confirmed, not a mistake, and Xu Juma was determined to suppress Liu Sanjie.

……

"Ziyu, call." Xia Wuzheng looked at it for a moment, and suddenly spoke.

"With whom? Listen to the wind? ”

Xia Wuzheng helplessly glanced at Zhu Yuanziyu, who was pretending to be stupid and asked knowingly: "Press Liu Sanjie, three hundred spirit stones." ”

"Brother Wuzheng, what do you see?" Zhu Yuanziyu asked.

Xia Wuzheng shook his head.

Zhu Yuanzi said angrily: "Then you still believe in that Xu Chuan?" ”

"Just believe it once."

……

On the first floor of the Zhuyuan Building, the crescent moon who listened to the singing of the newspaper was thoughtful. Then he instructed the maid beside him to call and press Liu Sanjie to put down a hundred spirit stones.

The maid stuck out her tongue.

The seventh floor of Zhuyuan Building.

Xia Jin, Lu He, Flower Daoren, Wushi Guan Master, Yixian Girl, and Yan Feiyun all looked at Xu Chuan in surprise. When the latter reported that he had pressed Liu Sanjie with a thousand lower grade spirit stones, they were all shocked.

Zhuyuan Qingpeng was all cheeked. I can't help but remind:

"Xu Juma, that Tingfengzi has a record before, he defeated three Jindan monks in one move, his whipping method is unpredictable, and the fourth level of superior artistic conception is extremely good."

"That's good." Lu He said casually with a wine glass.

"This Tingfeng Zi came from a humble background, and he got a little cultivation practice by chance, and he made a lot of achievements by pondering it himself. Later, he was instructed by a master and soared to the sky, but his understanding was extremely high. "Ikebana people too.

Xu Chuan smiled: "The bet is just a temporary entertainment." I thought that Liu Sanjie was good, so I pressed him. ”

And they said no more. Yan Feiyun sneered, this spirit stone is easy to come by, and it doesn't feel distressed to spend it, a thousand spirit stones...

"I'm listening to Fengzi's two hundred lower-grade spirit stones." Xia Jin said with a smile.

Zhuyuan Qingpeng nodded. Yan Feiyun smiled, just about to say something like that if you listen to the wind, you will win.

But then I heard Xia Jin say: "I will press Liu Sanjie to lower the grade spirit stones for another 500." ”

Everyone was surprised, and the fairy girl beside him was also stunned, and Xu Chuan also looked at him.

Xia Jin smiled elegantly and said calmly: "I'm not a viewer, so I can naturally press more." ”

A fairy girl said: "It's natural for the son to press more, but the son can press Liu Sanjie's five hundred lower-grade spirit stones, which is much more than listening to the wind." "She just transmitted the sound to listen to the wind, so Xia Jin is so pressed, so she cares so much.

Pressing the cold door is basically to break the upset and stop loss, at this moment Liu Sanjie is unpopular, Xia Jin pressed Liu Sanjie but had 300 more lower grade spirit stones than Tingfengzi, why is this?

Xia Jin showed a sly smile on his face and said, "Does a fairy girl often gamble?" ”

A fairy girl hurriedly shook her head and said: "The slave family is just accompanying the sons to have fun, how can they usually get involved in this." ”

Xia Jin smiled and said: "That's it, the fun of gambling lies in the small to the big, the little to the more, now there are two on the mountain." Everyone is running to that end, and it's not fun to win, so it's better to turn around and walk on this mountain, maybe it's a strange thing to live in. ”

Everyone smiles, gamblers are psychological, and what they play is a heartbeat. Obviously, Xia Gongzi knows this well.

When the fairy girl heard this, she also showed reverence and admiration, and said softly: "The wisdom of the son, the slave family is ashamed of itself." ”

Xia Jin laughed, and then said: "What I just said is only one reason, another reason... On gambling, I only serve one person, this person, I have gambled with him once, and I lost a lot of spirit stones that time, but although I lost, I also admired him very much, so he pressed the bet, how could I not follow? Am I right, Xu Juma? ”

Everyone looked sideways.

Xia Jin once gambled and lost Xu Chuan?

Xu Chuan understood in his heart that Xia Jin was talking about the formation color head at the Xia Yuan banquet. With a slight smile on his face, he didn't say much. I couldn't help but have a thought in my heart: "In the past, I looked down on this Xia Jin!" ”

……

The exchange between the two made everyone scratch their heads, but Xia Jin is already something that cannot be underestimated, and Xu Chuan, who can make Xia Jin treat him like this, is it a thing in the pool?

The general trend of the imperial court, how many monks obey it?

And some of the big names in the imperial court, not to mention their own cultivation, but the wisdom of the city is extremely good, thinking of this, the people present have a new understanding of Xu Chuan. This is the aura, which makes people unconsciously enter the aura and be affected by it.

Yan Feiyun's face was not good-looking. To Xia Jin, he stammered, but Xia Jin was so polite to Xu Chuan that he was a little overwhelmed.

Pressing, calling, and lasting tea time.

No matter how turbulent it is, it must be sealed.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the artistic conception stone pillar on the surface of the Red Silk Lake. Concentrated on the two figures sitting on them. With the red light on the stone pillar and the light of the two true elements of blue and blue, it proves that the game has begun.

Under the reflection of the light of the stone pillar Zhenyuan, the entire Red Silk Lake seems to have turned into a piece of red and a piece of blue, which makes people breathtaking.

Listening to Fengzi, he stood on the stone pillar of red light, with a relaxed smile on his face, and said loudly: "Brother Liu, Xu Juma is very optimistic about you, and he has injected a thousand lower grade spirit stones, which is a heavy bet." ”

Liu Sanjie's face was calm: "What do others think, it's their business, you and I have a duel, why do you care?" ”

"Duel? Brother Liu thinks he can win me? "Listen to the wind.

"I just think you're a good opponent." Liu Sanjie said.

Listening to Fengzi smiled. The laughter spread: "It's a pity that I didn't see you as an opponent. ”

Crash.

As soon as Fengzi's voice fell, there were artistic conception fluctuations on the surface of the lake that was reflected in the red lake, and these fluctuations passed through the stone pillars and suddenly condensed into red snake shadows!

The artistic conception is only compared to the artistic conception, not compared to the true yuan physique, magic spells and magic weapons, etc., so with the help of stone pillars, the power that can be mobilized by each other is consistent. Just look at the gap in the use of artistic conception.

Whoever loses the oppressed area loses.

Listen to the wind and show the artistic conception. The convergence of those red snake shadows is the artistic conception of whipping, and it is also the artistic conception of being very good at winding and strangling, and it is named "Thousand Snakes" by Tingfengzi.

Seeing this artistic conception convergence scene, the surrounding spectators exclaimed.

The blood-colored snake shadow shuttled, frantically strangling towards the blue area.

On the blue stone pillar, Liu Sanjie's complexion remained unchanged, and the blue light in front of him converged, condensing into a giant dozens of feet high, and the giant was holding a spear.

The spear is waved, as if there is a sound of fighting, the demons are pressing, and the black clouds are pressing the city, but there is still one shot and one person, and I will not regret it!

"Huh? This Liu Sanjie's artistic conception? Xu Chuan was taken aback.

"Xu Juma, this Liu Sanjie was born in the border pass." Zhuyuan Qingpeng said.

Everyone's expressions did not change, but Lu He's palm holding the wine glass was rarely.

The word border pass is easy to say, but only those who have really stayed there can understand how terrible the border pass is.

The territory of Great Xia, 19 states, the wider the territory, the longer the border passes, the invasion of demons and alien races, like locusts gnawing on crops, menacing, can only be resisted by cultivators, innate monks, and even ordinary people.

The power of one person?

It's so small.

In other places, monks can only escape, they can go. Border... It is a path with only forward and no backwards.

If you retreat, the fence of your home will be broken through, and if you retreat, your parents, wives and children may become monsters' meals, and the meat in your belly.

Only step forward, never retreat! Only kill the enemy, no fear! It's okay to be born in the capital, but it's okay to be born in the border pass...

Out of the side off four words. It represents a kind of grinding.

"Good marksmanship." Lu He said.

"Hmm."

Xu Chuan nodded. Although it is the third level of artistic conception, it is in no way inferior to listening to the wind in terms of application and momentum.

The red snake shadow whip method was like a god of death trying to entangle and strangle the blue giant, the giant swept with a spear, but the red snake shadow was indeed strange and fast, just for a moment, the giant was already stretched everywhere.

Listening to Fengzi sitting cross-legged on the red stone pillar, he just smiled easily when he looked at Liu Sanjie's resistance.

He didn't exert all his strength at all, and the other party was already unable to bear it.

"Go"

Wow!

On the surface of the blood-red snake shadow formed by the artistic conception of the thousand snakes, dense small snakes suddenly flew out, and when they flew out, they only looked like snake scales, and they soon became longer, and they wanted to bite the blue giant fiercely.

"What a weird whip method, can the whip method be performed like this? Can such a mood be formed? Xu Chuan has opened his eyes, and he is confident that he does have confident capital.

Many viewers also exclaimed. The reason why some monks would rather spend a lot of money to watch the exquisite artistic conception is because watching the artistic conception also guides them! The artistic conception is purely self-realized. That's why it's important to have a touch of inspiration.

Liu Sanjie's marksmanship artistic conception is infinite, and the fierceness is not inferior to the slightest, but the artistic conception of the thousand snakes that listen to the wind is separated into small snakes, which continue to gather together, and become a river snake that flows endlessly.

Liu Sanjie's marksmanship artistic conception opened and closed, but a spear fell on the blood-red snake's artistic conception, as if it fell on a river, and the water flowed even more when the knife was drawn, and it was useless to make up for it.

And the blue area is gradually oppressed by the red area, and it becomes smaller and smaller.

"Amazing, amazing."

"Listening to the wind is worthy of listening to the wind. Liu Sanjie, who was pressed in just two moves, was in trouble, and I think Liu Sanjie can't hold on. ”

"Haha, Xu Ju Marco pressed Liu Sanjie with a thousand spirit stones."

"I didn't press with Xu Yuma."

……

"Brother Wuzheng, then Liu Sanjie is going to lose, you are believing the wrong person this time." Zhu Yuanziyu said with a smile. But there was no trace of anxiety, as if Liu Sanjie had lost, and she was happier to see Xia Wuzheng believe the wrong person.

Xia Wuzheng was engrossed in watching the battle between Tingfengzi and Liu Sanjie's artistic conception.

"It's really extraordinary to be entangled and strangled to such an extent...... Perseverance, perseverance, and great heart. ”

It was as if the previous pressure had been completely forgotten.

……

"Tut-tut, then Liu Sanjie, that's all you can do? Why can't you bear it? Yan Feiyun looked at the scene of the artistic conception fighting method and exclaimed.

Xia Jin also pressed Liu Sanjie 500 spirit stones, but he was not too gloating, so he could only praise it like this to express the happiness in his heart.

"The way of artistic conception is unfathomable, and the old man is now only the fourth layer of the superior artistic conception." Usha looked at it solemnly.

"Young Master Xia, it seems that Tingfeng is going to win." A fairy girl said softly.

Xia Jin pressed a total of eight hundred hundred lower-grade spirit stones this time, if he lost five hundred, and won less here, then the loss would be two or three hundred spirit stones, but it didn't matter.

His eyes looked at Xu Chuan, and when he saw Xu Chuan's expression, although he was engrossed in watching the artistic conception duel, he didn't have the slightest hint of urgency, and he looked like he was completely in the chest, Xia Jin smiled: "The victory or defeat has not been scored." ”

"Oh? Childe thinks that Liu Sanjie still has hope? The fairy girl was puzzled.

Natsutsu smiled silently.

If Liu Sanjie loses, Xu Chuan loses more than him, he is happy, and if Liu Sanjie wins, he and Xu Chuan win together, which is not bad.

"Then Liu Sanjie is going to lose." Yan Feiyun suddenly said in a loud voice.

Everyone looked and saw that Tingfengzi suddenly performed a killing move, and the artistic conception of the thousand snakes turned into nine blood-red giant pythons, wanting to completely entangle and strangle the blue giant. This is also the most murderous move in his entanglement whip conception. After all, it is difficult to kill the enemy, and the killing move is the key!

The fourth layer of true artistic conception!

On the surface of the Red Silk Lake.

Liu Sanjie's condensed artistic conception giant is still fighting, even if his situation is becoming more and more dangerous, and the probability of winning is getting lower and lower, but he still hasn't given up, he is like a mortal besieged by demons, the only reliance is the spear in his hand, he has no way out, and he has never thought of retreat, he only has a spear, only the belief of killing the enemy! The moment when nine blood-red pythons were entwined in the past!

Kill and entangle.

"Chance!" Liu Sanjie's eyes flashed.

………

"Chance!" Xia Wuzheng on the boat got up violently.

Frightened Zhu Yuanzi fish.

……

"Chance!" In the Zhuyuan Building, Lu He and Xu Chuan's eyes changed at the same time, and Xu Chuan couldn't help but get up.

His movements took everyone in the hall by surprise.

And what surprised them even more was the artistic conception game.

The blue giant, who had already been slaughtered by nine blood-red pythons, held a spear in his hand, and suddenly shot out, and the power of this shot skyrocketed.

Rumble.

Half of the lake burst suddenly.

The gun is like a dragon, earth-shattering!

Bang bang!!!

The blood-red python exploded directly, only that spear, only that figure, without restraint, he showed his true edge, a gun in hand, I am invincible!

Disheveled.

The light of the red stone pillar was instantly drowned out by the blue light, and the surface of the lake was blue.

The listening wind on the stone pillar turned pale, reflecting the blue light and was bleak.

"I lost?"

"How so?"

Countless people were equally stunned to see this scene.