Although the brother who said that this matter was deceitful was reasonable, everyone looked at the sword immortal who quietly covered his chest from time to time, and a trace of hesitation flashed on his face.

"You say, is it possible that the gym is playing psychological warfare with us? I feel that the last time we voted for the star wolf, we collectively failed miserably, and let the Sword Immortal come up again, just to let us vote for the Sword Immortal! ”

"I think it's possible, otherwise it would be impossible for two people with such a huge difference in strength to be arranged together! The sword immortal is a disguise, and if you vote for him, you will definitely lose! ”

……

"The strength of the remnant sword is obvious to all, the battle between the sword fairy and the star wolf is just a tragic victory, I have made a decision to throw the remnant sword!"

"Yes, it makes sense, throw the broken sword!"

After a short period of thought, everyone made a decision one by one and began to wait for the odds to be announced.

After a while, another gong sounded, and the steward above the audience stood up and announced loudly:

"The odds of the Remnant Sword are one to one and five, and the odds of the Sword Immortal are one to twenty! There is still a quarter of an hour to go, so please hurry up and place your bets! ”

After the steward's voice fell, the audience instantly boiled.

"One to twenty! Oh my God, aren't the gyms afraid of going bankrupt? Someone exclaimed.

This odds are almost the highest ever.

Countless people were excited.

But after a while, everyone calmed down.

Some monks clenched their fists, tried not to heat up their brains, and warned themselves in a self-muttering manner:

"Wait! Wrong! There can't be such high odds! With such high odds, one is the bait released by the boxing gym! I must be calm! ”

When the person next to him heard this, he woke up from a big dream:

"This brother should be the truth and wisdom, this is extremely true! The purpose of the boxing gym releasing such high odds is to let us vote for Sword Immortals! Hehe, I'll throw a thousand broken swords! ”

"Yes, yes! No matter how high the odds are, you have to win! What's the use of otherwise? I'll throw five hundred swords! ”

"Fight, I'll throw two thousand swords!"

……

For a while, everyone in the gym gritted their teeth and invested the spirit stone on the body of the remnant sword.

However, under the temptation of terrifying odds, there are still some 'outlaws' who choose to take out spirit stones and throw them on the sword immortals.

"If you lose, feed the dogs! Win and get rich! ”

"Yes, I don't dare to vote at such odds, how different from a timid and cowardly rat!"

"That's it! I don't dare to bet on any boxing, I can chop my hands myself! I cast five spirit stones for the Sword Immortal! ”

Everyone: "......"

"You also have five spirit stones, you also have a face to cast ......" Someone looked at the young man who cast five spirit stones with a black line.

The young man snorted coldly, looked up at the sky at an unruly forty-five degree angle, and said disdainfully:

"What do you know about a bunch of stupid people? It's called conservatism! ”

A quarter of an hour passed slowly, and the gong sounded again, and the steward stood up again:

"Bet over! According to statistics, there are currently 159,666 spirit stones thrown into the broken sword, and 3,675 spirit stones are cast by the sword immortal! Now I declare that the contest begins! ”

In the audience, the person who threw the remnant sword nodded with satisfaction, "Sure enough, the eyes of the masses are bright, and the dogs don't throw sword immortals!" This man will be defeated! ”

The person who voted for the Sword Immortal blushed, and argued: "The truth is in the hands of a few!" With such high odds, you don't dare to give it a go, how different are you from the rats! ”

"Who do you say are the rats? Daring! Do you know who I am! ”

"I don't care who you are, dare to say that Lao Tzu is a dog, looking for death!"

……

"Don't quarrel with the two brothers, our monks should value peace!"

"However, my generation of monks, who only fight for the great righteousness, how can they be careful about such trivial matters? But who the hell are you scolding dogs? Looking for death, isn't it? Lao Tzu slashed you with a sword! ”

"Do you dare to greet my mother!!"

……

The tension and rhetoric in the audience gradually faded away, and Qin Han's heart was silent, looking at this so-called remnant sword.

The other party was also staring at him, and then said condescendingly: "You can fight the star wolf, you are very good!" In the face of me, though, you don't stand a chance. ”

"Try it and you'll find out!" A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he took the lead!

Defeat the Star Wolf, but it took one-tenth of his strength.

Now in the face of this remnant sword, he didn't spare any hands, and directly took out the strength to deal with the star wolf.

"Well done! Just show me how you can defeat the Star Wolf! Looking at the sword immortal who turned into an afterimage, the star wolf spoke proudly.

In this small gym called '100,000 Fists', all fights are against weapons, and fighters must compete with each other with physical strength and their own speed.

The significance of this kind of competition is to show the most primitive strength in front of the audience, and it is also convenient for the monks who come to the gym to be fighters to polish and temper their physical bodies in each fight.

It is precisely because of this that many outer disciples, miscellaneous servants, or outsiders in the Northern Sword Sect will choose to enter the boxing gym to exercise their bodies when they practice the Qi Realm in the Body Forging Realm. If the strength is strong enough, you can also earn a lot of spirit stones.

It is precisely because of this that the gym is extremely popular in this bazaar, and there is an endless stream of fighters who come to fight. People who come to watch the game or bet on it are also bustling.

Here, you can see the most authentic power of the most monks.

Remnant Sword, good at swordsmanship, extremely talented in kendo, the reason why he chose to enter here is to think of improving his physical strength by constantly boxing and competing with others.

After countless battles, even if the strength of the body is not his strong point, his achievements are definitely not low.

He has full confidence to defeat this sword immortal!

Looking at the sword immortal who made a quick move, the remnant sword sneered slightly, and then his right hand suddenly clenched his fist, and the bones rang!

"Defeat me!"

Suddenly smash out a punch, without any reservations, and pour all your strength!

Bang!

But when the two fists collided together, the terrifying power instantly made him take a few steps backwards.

"Unexpected gains!"

The remnant sword, who was originally frivolous, looked at Qin Han in surprise, and his eyes changed from disdain to excitement.

The fist power of this sword immortal is unexpectedly strong.

smashed out with a punch, which made him feel that all his internal organs were shaking!

He hadn't felt this kind of feeling for a long time, and it was extremely difficult to meet opponents in chess!

This time, Remnant Sword saw the strength of his body, and it seemed that there was a possibility to move forward again.

"Come, fight again!"

Looking at the remnant sword that rushed up, Qin Han felt a little funny in his heart, how could he not see through the other party's mind.

Since the other person is excited, let the other person stay excited.

The two rushed together again and began an extremely anxious and comparable duel.

The stormy fist of the remnant sword did not bring any threat to Qin Han, he immersed himself in his own world, practicing the control of his strength little by little, and always maintaining his strength around that balance point.

But after a moment, he fell into deep thought.

Generally speaking, if a person's punch power is 1,000 catties, but every time he punches, he can't always hit exactly 1,000 catties, but floats up and down around 1,000 catties.

He wondered if he could make every punch he could use exactly as he wanted to punch.

He calmed down and began to feel his own strength in earnest.

At this moment, the noisy audience disappeared, and the remnant sword disappeared as well, and between heaven and earth, it seemed that he was the only one left.

He stood like a god in a dark space, and his opponent turned into a shadow.

While constantly fighting against this shadow, he was examining the tremor of every muscle in himself, and the volatilization of every trace of spiritual power.

Rumble!

At this moment, a full moon suddenly rose in the dark space, and the cold moonlight shone quietly on him.

Bright runes floated between the heavens and the earth, and as he continued to punch, mysterious and bright runes merged into his body one by one.

"It's the scripture of the forging chapter of the "Bright Moon Sutra"!"

He was amazed, he didn't expect such a strange change to happen.

As these mysterious runes continued to merge into his flesh and blood, the power of his flesh grew at a rapid rate.

If his physical body was originally a stormy frame, then these runes are adding bricks to the frame.

The defects of the flesh are made up little by little.

A trace of mysterious feeling came to his mind, and a mysterious and vast fist technique appeared from his soul little by little, turning into golden words, which made people enjoy it incomparably.

Like the fog is lifted, like an iceberg rising out of the sea.

When 18,000 golden words gathered in his mind, there was a shock in his mind, and the golden words collapsed and turned into golden points of light, and finally these golden points of light quickly converged and turned into a golden god!

As soon as the golden god appeared, a mysterious and magnificent chanting sound sounded faintly in his mind.

It's an unimaginable spectacle.

The most shocking thing is that the golden god moved!

In the midst of the magnificent and sacred chanting, the golden deity raised his right hand and threw a punch into the sky!

In an instant, the golden glow was blazing brightly.

In the darkness, Qin Han saw a golden fist rise from the endless darkness and rush towards the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. The sun and moon exploded, and the heavens and the earth collapsed!

The golden fist that could cover the sky did not collapse, but continued to rush towards the endless void, and finally smashed into a mighty illusory river.

The picture comes to an abrupt end!

Qin Han woke up violently and muttered, "Heavenly Emperor Fist!" ”

It turns out that the "Bright Moon Sutra" is not only a simple exposition of the realm of cultivation, but also contains a great inheritance, and these inheritance methods have been put into the most basic practice summary by unpredictable means.

He suddenly realized, and his heart was shocked.

Could it be that this so-called "Bright Moon Sutra" is really what kind of emperor scripture it is? The kind that doesn't mix with any water?

Looking at the golden god in his mind, he was ecstatic, but then, he shook his head,

"But the name of Emperor Fist is not good, others are married to chickens and dogs, we are not chickens and dogs, we will call you Sword Fairy Fist in the future!"

He was proud, and sure enough, he never lived up to expectations when it came to changing his name!

Qin Han was immersed in his own world, but the remnant sword in the ring was extremely aggrieved, because in the audience, a huge wave of crusade against him had been formed.