"What else does this kid say let's make a little money, I think it's a loss of money,"

Seeing that although Shui Wuxian has always had the upper hand with the flying sword, but the beast's heart is as if it is dripping blood, and the spiritual power stored in the pseudo-spirit treasure is limited after all, so a stalemate will inevitably be greatly disadvantageous to Shui Wuji, and he has put in 150,000 gold coins.

Ling'er and Li Yun were also frowning because they saw something wrong, this scene was very similar to when Shui Wuxian and Ah Beast were fighting, I am afraid that as long as the spiritual power in the flying sword is exhausted, Shui Wuxian will have to admit defeat.

The other monks in the audience watched it with relish, the pseudo-spirit treasure is definitely a rare thing on the mainland, few monks will understand the defects of the pseudo-spirit treasure, they only see the powerful power of the pseudo-spirit treasure flying into the sky, and only see that Shui Wuji has always been firmly in the upper hand, then they are likely to make a lot of money if they press on Shui Wuji.

At this time, Shui Wuxian of course knew his situation best, for his own 500,000 gold coins, in order to be able to win, so he finally couldn't help but rush out quickly.

After the mental power skyrocketed, his control of the flying sword was smoother, and even if he was distracted, it would not cause him much trouble, so while controlling the attack of the flying sword, he also rushed forward with the best spirit sword in his hand, wanting to win the game as soon as possible.

Seeing Shui Wuxian rushing at the same time, the ethereal face became even more ugly, a flying sword was already making him scrambled left and right, if he added Shui Wuji's attack, then he was afraid that it would be even more difficult to resist.

"Drink,"

Seeing that the water without a trace had arrived, the anxious ethereal spirit could not be reserved, and with a loud shout, the long stick in his hand suddenly became golden and bright, and he drew out the flying sword in the air.

This stick doesn't look much different from the past, but the long stick is still in the air is transformed into a stick shadow, the air in front of him is a volley explosion, "bump bang bang" a series of impact sounds emitted, and at the moment of the end of the flying sword, there are more than a dozen sticks volleyed out, each stick unloaded a part of the force from the flying sword, and it was a blow to the flying sword that was immovable.

At the same time as the flying sword was drawn again, the ethereal spirit poked the long stick into the ring with one hand, allowing the long stick to stand on top of the ring, and his hands flew quickly, the dazzling golden light on the small palm shone, and one by one the strange handprints quickly condensed out on his chest.

Before the long stick fell, his hands had instantly condensed dozens of handprints, either fingers or flattened, all kinds of gestures were complex but incomparably clear, and the golden light on his hands shone brightly, bringing out a piece of afterimage, but this afterimage was still on his chest, and it did not dissipate due to the passage of time.

"Mystic,"

Seeing this scene, all the monks in the audience immediately exclaimed, because at the moment when the ethereal spirit began to seal, the invisible aura in the air had already begun to flow rapidly, and every time he formed a handprint, it would affect the surrounding aura for a riot, which was a sign of the formation of the secret technique.

"Meditation Techniques,"

The Seven Kills and Ah Beast were also extremely shocked, they all had divine sense, and they could clearly sense that these handprints were not condensed by spiritual power, but by the peaceful and holy power of will, and the riot of spiritual power in the air was only a natural phenomenon caused by this secret technique that hooked the law of the Great Dao.

Seven Kills always thought that meditation would only appear in the birthplace of meditation in the Buddha realm and the spiritual realm that connected the three hundred small worlds, but he didn't expect that there was also the existence of meditation in such a small world, and he also practiced the secret technique of meditation that was extremely rare in the Buddha realm.

One by one, the handprints condensed rapidly in front of the ethereal body, and in an instant, forty or fifty handprints were formed, enveloping the space in front of them, and the handprints glowing with golden light seemed to be alive, constantly expanding and contracting in front of them, like hearts beating rhythmically.

"Whoosh,"

Even if the ethereal hand speed is too fast for people to see clearly, the handprint is also increasing rapidly, but compared to the speed of the flying sword, it still seems a little slow, Shui Wuxian discovered his movements early in the morning, and he didn't plan to give the ethereal a chance to cast a secret technique, so at the same moment that the ethereal began to condense the handprint, the aqua blue flying sword was already quickly slashed.

"Ding,"

The flying sword slammed like a streamer on the transparent handprints in front of the ethereal spirit, and at this moment, blue light and golden light appeared, and a crisp impact sound was released, but the powerful and terrifying flying sword was bounced back by the original path.

After the Shui Wuxian spiritual power skyrocketed, the attack power of the flying sword had already surpassed the limit that the sevenfold peak cultivator could reach, but even with such terrifying power, it only stirred up a layer of gorgeous ripples on the golden foam-like handprint, and then returned to calm again.

At this moment, it seemed that the whole world fell into silence, and all the monks fell into a stupor at the same time, what is this pale golden handprint, it can withstand the terrifying attack of the flying sword, even if the ethereal spirit swings the long stick in his hand with all his strength, it will be shocked and retreated, but at this time, just such a faint handprint can easily resist it.

Shui Wuxian looked at the strange-shaped handprints in front of him, and he was also shocked and abnormal, and now the attack power of his flying sword had already surpassed the top-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, but it was still so easy to bounce back.

"Stop,"

Although Shui Wuxian was extremely shocked in his heart, he still tried his best to make his tone as flat as possible, and whispered to the ethereal spirit as if he was not shocked.

Hearing Shui Wuji's faint words, the movements in the ethereal hand suddenly froze, and sure enough, they stopped obediently, and the fifty or sixty handprints that had already been successfully condensed in front of him also gradually faded and slowly dissipated into the air.

"I lost, but next time I'll definitely win you,"

The long stick standing quietly beside him shook at this time, wanting to fall into the ring, and the ethereal spirit held it before the long stick fell, and then turned to the water without a trace and said unwillingly.

Hearing this, Shui Wuxian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and with a smile, he removed the long sword on the ethereal neck, and thrust it into the scabbard behind his back, and the flying sword in the air was also a hovering and suddenly returned to the sheath.

"Hehe, if there is a next time, I'm afraid it's still me who wins,"

Looking at the ethereal spirit's unwilling look, Shui Wuxian smiled slightly and said without showing weakness, and then turned around and walked under the ring, the victory and defeat were divided, and it was not until this moment that the sense of urgency in his heart was slightly relieved, it was too dangerous just now.

If Shui Wuxian took another step at night to let the ethereal spirit completely perform the secret technique, if it wasn't for his wit to bypass the dense handprints in front of him, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out from behind the ethereal spirit, then it was really difficult to say who won and who lost, even if he also played his hole cards, he didn't have the confidence to break the pale golden handprint, and he really didn't want to use all his hole cards in this kind of game.

At first, most of the monks were still more optimistic that Shui Wuxian could win, but after the ethereal spirit cast that powerful secret technique, they originally thought that the situation would be reversed, but they didn't expect that Shui Wuxian was a surprise sword to set the victory.

"Ethereal, the master is still looking for you everywhere, come back with me,"

Just when the monks were shocked by the expected but unimaginable result of the game, an abrupt voice sounded in the martial arts arena, and at some point, there was already an additional monk in the same ethereal costume as the martial arts, the same bald head, the same half-naked body, and the same carrying a pitch-black long stick.

"It's meditation again,"

The moment he saw this person, Ah Beast reacted, this monk is also a meditation cultivator, and the aura on his body is much more powerful than the empty light in the ring, I am afraid that he has reached the realm of the eightfold day after tomorrow.

"Big brother,"

After hearing this sound, the ethereal spirit in the ring was like a mouse seeing a cat, and immediately screamed, and then quickly lowered his head and walked off the ring obediently, with an unnatural expression, standing beside the meditator and not daring to make a sound.

"Didn't I put all your gold coins away, and where did you get them to participate in the ring?"

This meditator looks a little older than the ethereal, but he is definitely not more than twenty years old, and his appearance is three points similar to the ethereal, but it is much higher than the ethereal, and his face is a little more majestic.

"It was the kind monk who lent it to me, saying that it was only for me and the like-looking woman...... The guy who made the flying sword didn't have to return the competition, although his flying sword is indeed very powerful, but I will definitely be able to beat him next time,"

Hearing this meditation question, Ethereal quickly pointed to a monk not far away and replied cowardly, and then lowered his head again with his eyes full of unwillingness, as if he was very afraid of the rebuke of this meditation society.

Because the ethereal spirit is not deeply involved in the world, he has been told by his master not to go out without permission since he came to Qilin City, this is the first time he has sneaked out, but he did not expect to be caught by the master and the eldest brother, he will naturally be apprehensive, and this meditation is his senior brother and his half-brother, so he is usually called the eldest brother.

However, the meditator didn't seem to blame the ethereal, touched his bald head and walked alone in front of the "kind monk" in the ethereal mouth, took out a thousand gold coins and stuffed them into his arms under the monk's shocked gaze, and then turned around and walked out of the crowd with the ethereal.

It was only then that the monks came back to their senses, and looked at the monk who was standing in place after being forcibly stuffed with a thousand gold coins, and Shui Wuxian also glanced at the monk and ignored it, but looked in the direction of the three beasts with a smile, and then the four of them walked out of the ring at the same time.

The winning rate of one to 0.8, although it is not very high, but Shui Wuxian has pressed a full 500,000 gold coins on himself, that is, he can make a net profit of 400,000, while A Beast has pressed 150,000 gold coins, and it has risen to 270,000 gold coins back and forth.