"Brother Ling, do you want to place a bet?" Fang Ye said mysteriously pulling Ling Han.

"Bet, what bet?" Ling Han was really a little uncomfortable with the drastic changes in this junior brother, remembering that he was still a resolute and shy teenager when he went up the mountain, but in just a few years, he became an old fritter, although he was not slow in cultivation, but wasted a lot of energy on some messy things.

"Bet on who can enter the top three in this competition, who can come out on top, the dealer pays ten to one, do you want to bet too?" Fang Ye whispered.

"Oh, then, can I bet on myself?" Ling Han asked.

"You, you haven't even reached the later stage of foundation building, you are not among the candidates at all, you can't place a bet, and we are completely out of the woods. Fang Ye replied casually, not seeing Ling Han Tieqing's face at all.

"Then forget it, gambling is risky, bets need to be cautious, you don't lose so much that you can't even afford pills. Ouyang Jue reminded with kind words on the side.

"I'm betting on a demon of the Heavenly Sword Sect who is in the late stage of foundation building, how can I lose! As long as you don't tell the master, I will definitely be able to bring the spirit stone home smoothly. Oops, my token is lit up, and on stage four, I need to hurry away. A white jade token in Fang Ye's hand flashed with light, and he hurriedly walked towards the fourth platform, while Ling Han and Ouyang Jue also followed over to watch the battle.

The rules of this exchange are very simple, there are a total of one hundred contestants, all of whom have stepped into the cultivation realm within five years and cultivated to be young disciples above the foundation building period, and no one has been able to succeed in forming a foundation in the past thousand years, so this group of young disciples represents the top strength of the younger generation in the Cloud Desolate Continent.

No one is divided into factions...... Cultivation to Level...... Gender, ten people are randomly selected to be the champions, and then there will be nine challengers in each ring to compete, and the winner will continue to accept the next challenger to take the stage, and the top ten in this competition will last until the end. After the top 10 is born, the top three will be generated according to the same rules, until the last person is the biggest winner.

Each person has a white jade token in their hands, if it is their turn to take the stage, the token will flash, if there is no turn of the disciple can freely choose any ring to watch the battle, all the competitions must not hurt people's lives, each ring is judged by each of the three factions sent a monk of the Jindan period to ensure the fairness of this competition...... Fair and open, Taiyi Gate Wanli Chuan Note recalled the heads of various factions in order to serve as a judge for this competition.

Ling Han and Ouyang Jue walked to the fourth stage and found that there were several times more people here than in other rings, and the ring was densely packed around, which was very lively.

"It's really incomprehensible that there are so many people watching Senior Brother Fang's game, could it be that he has made so many friends in just a few days?" Ouyang Jue was surprised.

"Brother Ouyang, let's see who this master is. Ling Han pointed to the air and said.

Ouyang Jue followed Ling Han's guidance and looked, only to see a woman in white standing in the ring with a sword, her clothes and ribbons flying, her posture was peerless, and she was beautiful and incomprehensible, it was the cold snow of the Heshan faction.

"It turned out to be Senior Sister Han, so it's no wonder. Ouyang Jue nodded again and again, all the people in Leiyin Temple are monks, except for the Heshan faction in Taiyi Sect, there are all Taoist priests, and there are a few female disciples in the Heavenly Sword Sect, but they are all murderous, which makes people stay away, so the most eye-catching ones are the cold snow and purple Ling'er of the Heshan faction.

I didn't expect Han Xue to be the defender of the first round, which was really unlucky, but her first challenger turned out to be Fang Ye, which was quite ridiculous.

"When the ......" gong sounded, the game officially began, Fang Ye rode the flying sword tremblingly and trembled on the stage, after paying homage to the division commander, the cold snow long sword was raised, the petite right foot stepped out, and said softly: "Senior Brother Fang, please." ”

There is no fancy style in this starting style, but there was a thunderous cheer from the audience, everyone has long wanted to pull their throats to attract the attention of beautiful women, and finally found an opportunity at this moment, the most speechless thing for Ling Han is that several bald monks also applauded loudly, the voice is louder than anyone else, it seems that the four major Buddhas have long been left behind by them, and the senior monks of Leiyin Temple sitting on the stage are pale at the moment, if it were not for the sake of face, they would have been brought back to the Buddha to face the wall and think about it.

Fang Ye was secretly happy in his heart, it was much better to fight against Han Xue than to meet others, he was like a decent sacrifice to fly the sword, Han Xue was about to make a move, but Fang Ye threw away the flying sword and clenched his fists to admit defeat, his posture was a little similar to Ling Han's admitting defeat back then, and the audience suddenly booed. Originally, he came to play soy sauce, and it is much more decent to take the initiative to admit defeat in front of beautiful women than to be beaten down by others.

This first round ended hastily, and Yuyangzi, who was judging on the fifth platform, just shook his head slightly, "It's okay like this, let the beloved disciple of the Shuiyue girl hold out for a few more rounds, so that the face of the Heshan faction will also be bright." ”

Han Xue stepped down to rest, and the next round of the competition was still in the afternoon, with a considerable time interval in between, to ensure that each defender had enough time to recover his Yuan Li and adjust his state. Everyone dispersed in a hurry and went to the ring they were interested in to watch the battle.

Fang Ye didn't affect his mood at all because of his failure just now, and after stepping down, he hurriedly pulled Ling Han and Ouyang Jue to watch several other games, the most brilliant of which was the monk of the Great Perfection in the middle stage of foundation building against the monk in the late stage of foundation building, the two sides fought fiercely for three hours, the magic weapon was scrapped, and in the end, the monk in the late stage of foundation building still won with the advantage of Yuan Force accumulation, but Ling Han could almost conclude that he would not be able to survive the next round, because such a loss could not be made up even if he was given a day, and in the face of a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, he would definitely lose。

Ling Han couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, the pressure faced by those who played in advance was really quite great, it seemed that in addition to strength, luck also accounted for a large proportion in this competition, and there was nothing unfair about it, sometimes luck can affect a person's life, and it can also determine the future of a cultivator.

Is Ling Han a person of good luck? This problem has been solved on the afternoon of the first day of the competition, Ling Han is very lucky to become the second wave of challengers, the ninth ring, against a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect who is in the middle stage of foundation building, Ling Han looked at the token in his hand and smiled helplessly, and walked towards the ninth platform.

This is already the corner of the arena, there is no sea of clouds in the middle of the lively, at this moment there are only nearly ten people around the stage, all of them are disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and Ling Han is not a single person watching the battle, these two are not seeded players who are expected to enter the top ten, naturally they do not get the attention of the bettors, Zi Ling'er was forced by Ling Han to sweep the battle for the cold snow on the fourth platform, she has to face a strong opponent, after all, it is a girl who needs to be cared for, and Ouyang Jue is unfortunately also on the court in the second round, so there is no one who really cheers for him at this moment。

Ling Han sacrificed his dragon head crutch, and only said the word "please" and bullied himself, because of Zhu Tou's relationship, his impression of the Heavenly Sword Sect was not good, not to mention that the kid was watching the battle from the audience at the moment, with a sneer on his face, it seemed that he had already greeted this fellow senior brother, and it was useless to talk nonsense, it was better to greet him directly.

Sure enough, that day, the disciples of the Sword Sect showed no mercy, and they were the most powerful sword moves. The Heavenly Sword Sect entered the Dao with a sword, and was able to cultivate a sword qi that was indestructible...... The sword intent can even cultivate the sword spirit, which is similar to the Yuan Infant of Taoism, and the power of the attack is slightly superior. This disciple in the middle stage of foundation building had already cultivated his sword qi, and although he was holding the sword in his hand at this moment, Sen Han's sword qi enveloped Ling Han's whole body, and if he was not careful, he would be cut into pieces.

Ling Han didn't dare to be careless, the dragon's head crutch flew up and down, and from time to time it directly collided with the blue sword qi, stirring up the light and shadow in the sky, and the two sides fought faster and faster, only seeing two blurred figures and the sound of golden sounds of swords and staffs. After a long attack, the man in blue suddenly stopped attacking, the long sword was raised, his hands trembled slightly, his face turned red, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and a blue qi sword like a substance slowly condensed in mid-air, this is the strongest attack of sword qi Jian Gang, it seems that he is only one step away from breaking through.

The blue sword gang condensed and formed, and the heavy as a mountain slashed down at Ling Han's head, Ling Han subconsciously blocked it with a cane, only to hear a "click", the crutch was broken into two, Ling Han combined the two pieces and was still directly cut off by the sword gang, all of this was clearly seen by everyone in the audience, and bursts of laughter suddenly sounded.

The brilliance of the cloud boots under Ling Han's feet flowed, and he quickly retreated towards the edge of the ring, but the originally slow Jian Gang began to accelerate suddenly, and he was about to split Ling Han in half, and the Taiyi Gate Jindan Stage powerhouse who was in charge of judging snorted coldly, and shattered Jian Gang in front of Ling Han with a flick of his fingers.

"The rule of the game is that you can't hurt your life, don't you know?" the monk of Taiyi Sect was still very protective of Ling Han.

"Daoist friends don't know, this disciple's use of Jian Gang is not yet able to send and receive as he wants, and he almost injured his master and nephew, not intentionally. The monk of the Heavenly Sword Sect hurriedly came out to explain, and at the same time turned around and asked, "Since the sword gang has not yet been used proficiently, it cannot be used at will, remember?"

"Yes, the disciple obeys. The blue-clothed monk of the Heavenly Sword Sect flashed a trace of imperceptible ruthlessness in his eyes, and quickly said respectfully.

"This nephew, do you just wave your hand or continue to compete, the sword has no eyes, but the nephew should be careful. The Heavenly Sword Sect's judging monk asked with some pride.

"The disciple is willing to continue the competition. Ling Han said calmly.

"Okay, have backbone, don't worry, I will protect you. The Taiyi Gate Assessor nodded in approval.

The blue-clothed disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect raised his sword flat and said, "Since you insist on comparing, then be more careful yourself." At this moment, Ling Han's magic weapon was gone, he was sure to win, and Ling Han even caught his hidden killing intent. Although the rule is that you can't hurt people's lives, since it is inevitable that you will miss it, no one can control this kind of "unintentional mistake".

Ling Han's eyes were suddenly closed, his face was solemn, and there were words in his mouth, a simple Fang Ding slowly rose from the top of his head, and a terrifying coercion became stronger and stronger. The blue-clothed disciple was shocked, and the long sword in his hand went out to sea like a dragon, stabbing towards Ling Han at such a fast speed that there was even a "hissing" sound in the air.

Just before the tip of the sword pierced into Ling Han's door, Ling Han's eyes suddenly opened, and two rays of light came out, the man in blue only felt a sharp pain coming out of his mind, and the attack slowed down, he opened his eyes, only to see a Fang Ding coming head-on, "Ah ......" body flew out upside down, directly breaking through the cyan light mask, and fell far away in the sea of clouds, without a sound.

"You ......," the Heavenly Sword Sect judged the monk furious.

"Please forgive your seniors and uncles, the disciple has just obtained this magic weapon, and you can't send and receive it as you like, it's really not intentional. Ling Han said with an innocent look on his face.