After three rounds of competition, the top 32 of the sect competition have been decided.

Qinglian Peak occupies nearly half of the places, followed by Mei Feng and Yufeng. Wu Ming became the only seedling of Baiyun Peak, and he was also the only Qi Refining Realm sixth layer among the top thirty-two.

Everyone couldn't help but marvel at Wu Ming's luck, which was really against the sky. The first three rounds actually encountered the fifth layer of the Qi Refining Realm and the sixth layer of the Qi Refining Realm, and finally encountered the seventh layer of the Qi Refining Realm, but it had just broken through and the realm was unstable. So many people are very unconvinced.

Wu Ming likes to see the depressed appearance of these people who "look at Lao Tzu unpleasantly, but they can't kill me".

At dinner, the senior brother said nervously: "Third junior brother, now someone has opened a handicap, and the odds of betting on you to enter the top 16 are as high as one to one hundred, and the odds of winning the first place in the final are one to one thousand." ”

Lou Dongsheng looked at Wu Ming with a playful expression, "If the second senior brother is rich, he will definitely buy you to enter the top sixteen." After saying that, he and the senior brother couldn't hold back their laughter.

Two unscrupulous senior brothers, Wu Ming's heart moved, and he greeted them: "I'll go back to the room to cultivate first." ”

It didn't take long for a black shadow to go straight from Baiyun Peak to Qinglian Peak. The man in black found a Qinglian Peak disciple on the road and asked, "Senior brother, do you know who to bet on the gambling game of the opening market?" ”

The disciple was happy when he heard it: "Senior brother, you don't have to cover your face, guess that you are Mei Feng, right?" It is the handicap opened by Jiang Gan, the inner disciple of our Qinglian Peak, who is the son of the royal family of the South China Sea Kingdom, and can afford to open no matter how big the gamble is. I bet on Senior Brother Hao Zilang. ”

The masked man in black is Wu Ming, he heard that he was opened such a high handicap, and he was happy in his heart, this is someone rushing to give him money!

In the courtyard of a disciple's dormitory, a large group of people lined up to place bets. A fat man with a round face and smiling eyes squinted into a slit was sitting at the door, it was Jiang Gan, the prince of the royal family. This guy's cultivation talent is still okay, he just broke through the seventh layer of qi refining, and he was unlucky to be eliminated by Liu Shuangshuang of Yufeng.

He discovered this huge business opportunity and opened this gambling market. Several attendants on the table next to him were accepting bets, only accepting gold, herbs, pills, magic weapons, spirit stones, spirit grass, etc. Business is booming, and there is an endless stream of people who come to place bets, and a small attendant keeps filling the storage bag with things.

A masked man in black stepped forward and gently put down twenty lower-grade spirit stones, "Ten bet on Baiyun Peak Wu Ming to enter the top 16, and ten bet on Wu Ming to win the championship in the end." ”

There are quite a few people who keep a low profile, and there are several masked black-clad people who came to bet tonight, so everyone is not surprised.

"Okay, twenty spirit stones, bet on the name of Baiyun Peak."

Jiang Gan was also a little happy when he heard that someone was betting on the waste material Wu Ming of Baiyun Peak, and he still placed a heavy bet of twenty spirit stones.

"This senior brother, at first glance, is an unusual person, and his sword is on the wrong side. Wu Ming's current odds of winning the championship are 1,000 times, and the odds of entering the top 16 are 100 times, if you win, I will pay you 1,000 spirit stones if you enter the top 16, and if you win the championship, I will pay you 10,000 spirit stones. ”

"I'm sorry for you." Wu Ming arched his hand. Took the betting ticket and walked away. Small bet, he did not bet heavily. If you bet on a thousand spirit stones, it is too eye-catching, and you are afraid that the dealer will lose to the bottoms, so you simply rely on the account.

"Someone really bet on Wu Ming, isn't this sending me a spirit stone!" Jiang Gan and a bunch of dogs laughed.

Many people bet on Hao Zilang, and some bet on Fang Fei. These are two big hits. I heard that someone secretly bet on Wu Ming, but he still bet heavily. Everyone made fun of it, which brain was caught by the door, and they actually believed that Wu Ming still had such good luck, but it was only three!

Wu Ming returned to Baiyun Peak and went directly to the back mountain to cultivate. He slowly ran the "Sutra of Death", his hair was windless and automatic, the treasure light was contained, and the vitality flowed happily in the meridians, faintly and thickly.

The open holes are like small whirlpools, constantly absorbing vitality, refining a trace of pure energy, and constantly improving the body surface and flesh and blood.

Baiyun Peak in the middle of the night, like a quiet goddess, sits lonely under the night sky.

The moon is light and the stars are cold and bright. There is only the endless sea of clouds rising and falling, and thousands of years of time flow quietly. The mountain is high and man-made peaks, and the white mist around Wu Ming lingers, like an immortal, and gradually has the feeling of blending with the surroundings.

Under the cloud curtain of the 28th Shengge, in the snowflakes of the three thousand worlds. The young man's body seemed to be playing fairy music, his temperament became more and more dusty, and there was a faint purple gas between his flesh and blood, constantly improving every function of his body.

In the early morning of the next day, the top 32 matches officially began.

Wu Ming's opponent was Song Feng, a disciple of Qinglian Peak at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Realm. This person can be regarded as a veteran master in the seventh layer of the Qi Refining Realm, and he has a strong horizontal cultivation, allowing him to pass the test. His breath was calm, his eyes were narrow and long, and his essence was exposed, staring at Wu Ming opposite.

"Senior Brother Wu is lucky, he was sent all the way to the top 32, but unfortunately he ran into me." He said proudly.

"I've always been lucky." Wu Ming teased.

There are several times more people who come to see Wu Ming today than before, and they are surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. The senior brother and the second senior brother agreed to come to cheer him on, but they couldn't squeeze in, and they were in a hurry outside.

"This Wu Ming met Senior Brother Song this time, and I guess this luck has come to an end."

"If he can enter the top 16, I will eat Xiang in person!"

"Who's going to bet on me that he will be knocked off the stage in a moment, which part will land first?"

Many disciples were coaxing below, waiting to see Wu Ming's joke.

The tournament is opened by the deacons and elders.

Song Feng clenched his fists: "Senior Brother Wu Ming, be careful." ”

"Senior brother, please advise." Wu Ming took a sword pose.

Song Feng saw that the other party had put inexplicable pressure on him, not at all like a disciple of the sixth layer of the Qi Refining Realm, but like an elder.

He got rid of distracting thoughts, and a flash stepped forward, and three cyan sword shadows covered Wu Ming, his Qinglian swordsmanship was indeed old and spicy, worthy of being an old Qi Refining Seventh Layer, the sword moves were exquisite, the breath was calm, and the power should not be underestimated.

Wu Ming attaches great importance to this opponent, and when he saw the opponent attacking, he still saw five or six flaws. He couldn't even believe his eyes. Habitually, he attacked with a sword style, the sword light burst out, and in the heavy sword shadows, the tip of the sword was raised, blocking the opponent's sword, and followed by the sword body.

A figure fell backwards. Everyone looked at it, and it was not Wu Ming, but Song Feng.

Song Feng's face was cloudy and looked at Wu Ming, he didn't know why he was shot away.

"Wu Mingsheng wins!" The deacons and elders announced the results. Wu Ming took the winning jade medal and jumped off the competition platform, and everyone gave way to him.

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes, how could they end the battle so quickly, and the waste material in their eyes actually defeated Song Feng with the most basic Luofu sword technique.

Everyone was silent for a while, and finally someone couldn't help but speak.

"What a big upset! Wu Ming entered the top 16. ”

"It's so lucky, you can make it to the top 16."

"I don't understand, it's another trick."

"Hidden in the depths, huh?"

Some people are already desperately squeezing out to get the word out as soon as possible.

The senior brother and the second senior brother outside the crowd grabbed a person who was squeezed out, and hurriedly asked, "Who won?" ”

"Wu Ming! Unexpectedly, the first unpopular! ”

The eyes of the senior brother and the second senior brother were about to fall, and they couldn't believe what they had heard. At this time, seeing a path split in the crowd, the little junior brother Wu Ming walked out with a relaxed expression.

"Really won?" The two asked uncertainly.

Wu Ming nodded and grimaced. The senior brother and the second senior brother stepped forward to grab him and laughed.

"Good boy, give us glory!" The three brothers fought all the way.

Wu Jianming and Han Sanshi came back early today, and the master and apprentice celebrated.

That night, a dark shadow snuck out again.

Jiang Gan soon got the news that a masked man in black came to take away a thousand spirit stones, and he changed hands and continued to bet on Wu Ming to enter the quarterfinals.

Such a big bet stunned the people who placed bets next to them. After Jiang Gan listened to the report of the people below, his face was a little cloudy. "He still dares to bet on Wu Ming, where did he get the confidence?"

He decided to go to see Wu Ming's quarterfinals in person, and faintly felt that something was wrong.