Zixia Holy Peak, back mountain.

Yang Ziyue stood in front of a glance in front of Bitan, looking at her haggard face in the water, feeling helpless in her heart.

As the representative of the Zixia Sacred Peak, she had already heard the rumors circulating in the sect a few days ago.

And today, the value list of the disciples betting on the handicap is like a resounding slap in the face, which makes her at a loss.

Yang Ziyue, who had always believed in herself, had completely lost her courage and belief at this time.

This has little to do with the final result of the conference, whether you can win the championship or not.

With a value of only a few hundred thousand, or even less than 100,000, she stepped onto the stage of the Holy Women's Conference.

It was enough to make the Zixia Sacred Peak, which was the main field, become the laughing stock of the entire Qingxuan Sword Sect.

"Master, senior sisters, I'm sorry for your ......"

Yang Ziyue had tears in her eyes and muttered with red circles in her eyes, "However, I really can't let go of Senior Brother." ”

"Senior brother treats me like a brother and a father, and treats me as my dear and beloved, without his cultivation, I would not have been able to get to where I am today."

"Even if I don't be this saint, even if I live up to Quan Feng's expectations, I can't live up to him......"

Just as Yang Ziyue was curled up and sitting on the edge of the pool, struggling in pain in her heart.

A girl who looked at twenty-three or four came running from a distance, panting and said, "Senior Sister Ziyue, why are you here?" ”

The woman's name was Hu Shan, and she was one of Yang Ziyue's best friends at Zixia Sacred Peak.

"Senior Sister Hu, I ......"

Yang Ziyue choked up and said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I don't have the face to ...... the master."

"Oops, what are you talking about?"

Hu Shan stepped forward and took Yang Ziyue's hand and said excitedly, "Hurry up and take a look!" ”

"Over there, there's something wrong!"

"Out of ...... What's wrong? ”

Yang Ziyue frowned, this is the Holy Maiden Selection Conference, a crucial occasion, who dares to make trouble?

"Oh, I ...... I can't tell you either. ”

Hu Shan was nervous and excited, and she couldn't speak incoherently for a while, so she had to urge anxiously, "Quick, you can go and see!" ”

Yang Ziyue was extremely suspicious for a while, so she had to follow Hu Shan to leave the back mountain.

When they came to the venue, tens of thousands of disciples exploded and boiled completely.

"I'm Cao, which mysterious rich man's masterpiece is this?"

"Could it be that Lord Feng personally went down and cheered for his apprentices?"

"Although she is the head of Zixia Sacred Peak, she doesn't have such financial resources!"

"Is it possible...... Did you come up with a year's worth of resources from Quanfeng's disciples? ”

"That's not enough......"

Listening to everyone's noisy discussions, Yang Ziyue's doubts grew stronger in her heart.

However, after walking to the front of the value list and seeing the content on the list.

She was instantly shocked like an electric shock, and her whole body trembled violently in disbelief.

Zhao Yanran and An Luoxin, who were originally recognized as the only possible candidates to win the championship, have been relegated to second and third positions.

And far ahead of the top of the list, it is his own name.

Zixia Holy Peak, Holy Maiden Yang Ziyue.

After the word "month", there is a "zero" that is twice as long as your identity information.

"One, two, three......"

"I'm Cao, nine zeros?!"

"A billion spirit stones?!"

After counting them, many people were so shocked that they couldn't help but burst into foul mouth.

One billion spirit stones, what is the concept?

Perform the most dangerous mission in the entire Sword Sect, and the reward is only one million.

An inner disciple has been working hard for ten years, and the resources he can save are only 10 million.

Zhao Yanran and An Luoxin, who ranked second and third, are worth only 100 million together.

One billion spirit stones, which is comparable to the combined value of the other more than 200 saints who participated in the Great Competition.

In other words, this mysterious rich man who secretly supported Yang Ziyue was equivalent to relying on himself to suppress the financial resources of their thousands of disciples on the field.

"I'm Cao, I can't stand it!"

"Who is this mysterious rich man, and he still lacks a pendant on his thigh!"

"Go, I don't look at what virtue you have, and I want to hug other people's thighs?"

"In my opinion, it is more realistic to take this opportunity to make a little more money!"

For a while, many people who had already placed bets rushed to increase their stakes.

made Zhao Yanran and An Luoxin's worth continue to rise, and soon exceeded 100 million.

Of course, this is not because supporters and fans want to help them catch up with Yang Ziyue's worth.

It's just to seize this opportunity and make a lot of money when it's over.

After all, everyone knows that in this Holy Women's Conference, the probability of Yang Ziyue winning the championship is almost equal to zero.

Whoever comes up with more capital will be able to cut an extra piece of the big cake of one billion spirit stones.

"Ziyue, who is so supportive of you?"

Hu Shan couldn't help but ask excitedly, "Why haven't I heard you mention it before?" ”

"There is such a mysterious rich man who is arrogant and dry, what kind of saint is he doing!"

"If it were me, I would have taken the initiative to quit the sect a long time ago, and honestly taught him husband and children......"

Yang Ziyue was completely stunned at this time, and Senior Sister Hu didn't even hear what she said.

In the entire Qingxuan Sword Sect, there is only one person who can be so good to her.

But...... How could he have such financial resources and capital?

"Silence!"

"Stand down!"

A high-pitched shout came from behind him, causing everyone to turn their heads to the side.

However, seeing the battle in the distance, everyone present was shocked.

Fifty disciples of the inner sect of the Heavenly Machine Hall walked in the front, hanging their swords from their waists and shouting to open the way.

Fifty deacons of the Law Enforcement Hall were lined up on the left and right, as vigilant as personal bodyguards.

Qin Chuan, the master of the Tianji Palace, and Wu Chao, the deputy hall master, personally followed the rear to suppress the formation.

And in the middle of this mighty battle was a young man of their age.

"This ...... Is this brother a mysterious rich man who spends a billion spirit stones? ”

"Hey, why does he look a little familiar......"

Some of the people who participated in the outer disciples' conference, such as Fang Han, Wufu, Demon Beast Monitor Lizard, and others, instantly recognized them at a glance.

"Isn't this the chief disciple of Remnant Sword Peak, Senior Brother Lu Ming?"

"Holy!"

"He's only been in the inner gate for just a few months, how can he have such terrifying financial resources?"

"That...... Is Remnant Sword Peak still recruiting people now? ”

"I'm going to be a janitor......

Qingxuan Sword Sect, this place has always spoken with strength and respected by the strong.

Today, for the first time, I was shocked by someone's strong financial resources, which caused an uproar in the audience.

Everyone's eyes always followed Lu Ming's footsteps closely, and their eyes were extremely eager.

Some people were even eager to try it, wanting to rush up directly to give Lu Ming a few knocks.

Let's see if he can be merciful and give to himself casually......