Nowadays, seventy or eighty percent of monks who don't have spirit stones will choose to rob, and Fu Yi has always disdained this.

First, there is a good heart, and secondly, the road of the world is becoming more and more difficult, and there is no guarantee that the monks who have been robbed will have a large number of spirit stones and resources in hand.

There is a way to make money, this is the principle that Fu Yi stipulates for himself. For example, betting on herself before a fight, this way of earning spirit stones that does not violate the spirit of the gambling game and does not hurt nature is the most suitable for her.

The people who open the gambling game don't care whether the contestants bet or not, especially the big bets like thousands of Zhongpin spirit stones, they wish that every contestant would come to make a bet, no matter who loses or wins, they will make a steady profit.

"The city below the Lingxiao Sword Sect is strictly controlled, and the people who open the gambling game must be the bold sect disciples, who are not afraid of them escaping, nor afraid that they will not cash in, it is simply a good deal with ten thousand insurances. ”

Fu Yi originally thought that this time she could win or lose, and face or anything didn't matter to her, but at this moment, when she thought of the shiny and beautiful spirit stone, there was only one thought left in her heart: she had to win.

If she bets that she will lose, she can earn some spirit stones more or less, but the odds of betting that she will win are higher, at least ten times higher. After all, she is only in the early stage of Jindan, and in the eyes of outsiders, she is still a loose cultivator with no sect and no sect, even if there are some legendary deeds, no one will think that she can beat the road.

"But anyone with a brain will bet on Lu Lingfeng, and my odds will definitely be higher than the sky!" Fu Yi always felt that something was wrong with this thought, and when she injected a trace of spiritual power into the directional transmission charm, she remembered that she was planning to bet on herself, wouldn't it be a brainless to think about it like this......

Brainless Fu Yi felt a relatively strong dragging force, and the spiritual light in front of her flashed rapidly, as if countless white lights were intertwined, she was constantly sinking, moving forward, and floating in the light......

After silently counting thirty times in her heart, the aura suddenly stopped, her feet touched the ground violently, and she looked up to see that she was already at the foot of a huge mountain range.

The majestic mountains soar into the sky, undulating to the distance that cannot be seen, the white mist in the green mountains is shrouded, the aura is pleasant, and occasionally the sound of the sword shaking comes from the mountain, compared to the buzz of the single sword, the sound of the group of swords is more shocking.

Fuyi walked up the only mountain road, not because she didn't want to go with the sword, but because the entire mountain range had a no-fly formation, and no one could fly into the mountain except for the Yuanying Zhenren who could step in the air.

She galloped all the way, her mind searching the way ahead, and she was not overly vigilant. There will be no demon beasts here, and there will be no inexplicable robbery monks, what she didn't expect was that this relaxation actually came out of the depths of the woods.

"You're just a whisker?"

The young man in the purple disciple uniform stood at the edge of the forest, the two of them were halfway up the mountainside, the shade of the trees was dense, and the sparse spots of light hit his face, covering his young face a little.

His facial features are neither tough nor delicate, and he can't talk about exquisiteness, but he is barely good-looking when put together. It's just that the eyebrows are cold-eyed, the momentum is fierce, and it doesn't look very friendly.

At a glance, he knew that this must be the closed disciple of the real person, Lu Lingfeng.

"Yes, what advice do you have?"

"I heard that your strength is not low, are you interested in competing in the last game?"

Lu Lingfeng was also straightforward, Xu was afraid that she would refuse, and deliberately did not take the initiative to tell her identity, as if she was afraid that she would retreat when she heard her "prestige".

"Okay, but I don't have time right now. Fuyi pointed to the mountain, pretending not to know who he was, "I have to go up to see a real person, I can't delay." ”

"Hmph!" Lu Lingfeng glared coldly, turned around and left, and said as he walked, "That fellow Daoist is waiting for me to make a war post." ”

Fu Yi watched his back disappear into the woods, and the way in which the disciples of this great sect found fault was really gentle, if he changed to the barbaric growth of loose cultivation, he would have already hit the sky at this time.

She looked at the direction of Lu Lingfeng's departure, and knew that there were mostly small roads and shortcuts there, but she didn't want to follow, so she honestly galloped along the main road towards the top of the mountain.

Halfway up the mountainside, a white stone staircase of nine hundred and ninety-nine layers appeared in the line of sight of the clothes, about ten zhang wide, with a soft aura, two round stone pillars at the top of the sky straight into the sky, and a giant wide sword of the same material was horizontal above the stone pillar.

The stone giant sword continuously exuded a terrifying sword aura, even if he knew that this thing was just a mark of the mountain gate of the Lingxiao Sword Sect and could not be used in the real fighting method, Fu Yi still inevitably gave birth to a trace of awe, just like facing a spiritual sword that had been fighting for more than ten thousand years.

Standing at the foot of the wide stone steps shrouded in spiritual mist, looking at the huge stone sword above, Fu Yi truly experienced a kind of vicissitudes that have been tempered over the years, this sect that has stood for more than 120,000 years has survived countless catastrophes and small disasters, and her two ups and downs in life have been extremely short.

Under this magnificent mountain gate, under the impact of non-offensive sword qi, the well-informed Fu Yi felt small, and the sword bones that were about to condense due to the advanced golden pill were also ready to move.

"Enter the stairs, enter the mountain gate, I will wait for you above. The familiar voice of Shaking Light came into his ears, interrupting the thoughts of the clothes drifting away.

She shook her head, no longer deliberately to perceive the sword qi emanating from this stone sword, this sword qi contains the comprehension of the founding patriarch of the sword, and will not attack the comer, but if she focuses on the perception for a long time, it is easy to be swallowed by this torrent-like powerful sword qi.

The advanced Jindan period of the clothes was beyond his expectations, which caused the condensation of the sword bone expected at the beginning to be delayed, but fortunately, Qiankun continued to impact the bones with the breath of the black fish when he advanced, and now the sword bones have been condensed more than ninety percent, and it is not far from being completely condensed.

Walking up the steps, she found that there was an irresistible force that prevented her from galloping or stepping forward in three or five steps, and she could only climb up step by step, but fortunately, there was no coercion on her body, and she didn't feel tired when she walked.

Many major sects will set up formations under the mountain gate to prevent creatures from flying or moving forward quickly, firstly, to make the disciples and visitors of the sect respectful, and secondly, to prevent the enemy from arriving quickly in times of war.

Whisk clothes to the top of the stone steps, the top of the head is a huge stone sword, walk here but can not feel much sword energy, only feel a stream of rich and pure aura rushing to the face, the mountain wind is cold, the sun is mild, the huge welcome square in front of you can not see the edge at a glance.

There were no disciples walking through the square, it was empty and lonely, and there was a barrier between the clothes and the square, and if you tried to move forward, you would be blocked by this barrier. She couldn't get under the stone sword completely, so she tried once and then stopped and waited.

In the blink of an eye, a familiar gentle force came from inside and enveloped her, and with a gentle tug, it led her into the depths of the sect.