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Chapter 400: The First Competition

In the south of the ring, who dares to buy a Demon Sect disciple to win?

Ye Xiaochuan invested 3,000 taels with a wave of his hand, took over the entire handicap, and turned into the biggest behind-the-scenes big owner in this handicap.

Baili Kite also wanted to insert a leg, but Ye Xiaochuan spat on his face, but Baili Kite twisted his ears and snatched Yicheng's share.

Taking advantage of the fact that the elders on the stage were still reading out the lengthy rules of the fighting method, Ye Xiaochuan took a group of junior brothers to frantically converge and bet, as long as it was a righteous disciple to bet, he would not refuse, no matter how much he would eat.

When the righteous path disciple already had almost six thousand taels of silver on the account, Ye Xiaochuan asked Xiao Chi to go to the Demon Sect disciple to open the market.

The central axis divides the Broken Sky Cliff into two, the righteous path is in the south, the demon sect is in the north, and the disciples under the sect can't cross it, but Xiao Chi is definitely not among them, she is a demon clan, she doesn't belong to the right path, and she doesn't belong to the demon sect, don't you see Xiao Chi's mother, the demon Xiaofu, is now sitting in the middle position, talking and laughing with a group of righteous demon sect bosses?

Xiao Chi held the sign and jumped across the central axis, there are not many people who don't know that she is a fox demon now, so no one is together, and the central axis that separates the disciples of the righteous demon is of no use to her at all.

Ye Xiaochuan stood on the edge of the central axis and began to keep accounts.

Although the righteous path and the disciples of the Demon Sect are on the same page, there is almost no gap between the two when it comes to gambling money, and sure enough, the disciples of the Demon Sect shouted and took out their money bags and bet to buy the disciples of the Demon Sect on the eighth ring to win.

It was only half a pillar of incense, and the Demon Sect disciple actually bet three thousand taels.

Ye Xiaochuan immediately asked Xiao Chi to stop collecting gambling money, and if he couldn't accept any more Demon Sect disciples, it was estimated that he would not make any money if he collected it again.

The righteous path is six thousand taels, the demon sect is three thousand taels, the righteous path disciples won, Ye Xiaochuan lost three thousand taels, the demon sect disciples won, Ye Xiaochuan and the others earned three thousand taels.

In this competition, Ye Xiaochuan is more optimistic about the guy of the Demon Sect, the disciples of the Righteous Demon in the same realm under the realm of spiritual silence, the disciples of the Demon Sect are often more powerful than the disciples of the Righteous Path, this is the lesson of blood and tears, Ye Xiaochuan feels that it is secondary to come to the Broken Sky Cliff to make a name for himself, and it is his job to make money by opening the market.

With the sound of a morning bell and dusk drums, the elders who had read out the rules of fighting for most of the day in the ring walked down the ring one after another, and there was an elder guarding the formation eye in each of the four corners around the ring, in case the ring enchantment was rushed away by the player Doufa Zhenyuan and injured the surrounding disciples, each also had an elder referee and a deputy referee, so there were at least six elders around each ring.

Ye Xiaochuan's master was drunk, moved a chair, and mixed a casual errand to guard the eyes of the enchantment array, the ring enchantment can withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of the two masters of the Spiritual Silence Realm, and there are few precedents in history where the enchantment has been washed away, so he is very idle now, the old god is sitting on the Taishi chair, squinting his eyes, and drinking the wine in the wine gourd without a sip.

The wine gourd doesn't know what the treasure of the fairy family is, and it can't be filled with hundreds of jars of fine wine, so no matter how much the old drunkard drinks it himself, it seems that he will never be able to drink it all.

He was sitting on the edge of the ring at the ninth position, and it was easy to see Ye Xiaochuan standing on the edge of the central axis and sending Xiao Chi to the north of the central axis to collect bets from the disciples of the Demon Sect.

It was not only the drunken Taoist who felt embarrassed, Yang Shijiu also covered his face and didn't dare to look at people, and his senior brother Ye Xiaochuan, who he admired, did not focus on the fighting competition, but instead pulled a ticket of fox friends and dog friends to open a gambling stall, which made Yang Shijiu hide far away with Wangcai, and wanted to give others the illusion that I was not familiar with those guys.

Of course, it was not only the No. 8 ring that opened the bet, but many disciples in the other nine rings also made bets in private, which can be regarded as an additional lottery.

All the disturbances, all the intrigues, can not change the pace of the 68th Broken Sky Cliff Fighting Event, the noise gradually became smaller, as the referees and elders in each ring shook the copper bells in their hands, twenty young masters in the ten rings, courtesyly bent down and hugged their fists, bowed deeply to each other, and then reported to their homes.

The righteous disciple in the No. 8 ring, wearing a green shirt and robe, tied his hair and crown, looks like he is in his twenties, with a good figure, but he looks a little stumbling, the handsome boy and the beautiful and charming fairy, in the vast cultivation world, there are not many people, most of them are mediocre, like Yun Qiyou, Yang Ling'er, Gu Jianchi, Li Xuanyin and other outstanding people, but there are very few.

Ye Xiaochuan is not black, he is not handsome, but he thinks he is handsome and chic.

The righteous path disciple bowed deeply and said, "Yang Qiming, a disciple of the righteous path Lingxiao faction." ”

The Demon Sect disciple on the opposite side grinned, he looked better than Yang Qiming, and when he smiled, he showed a mouth full of white teeth.

He smiled and said, "In the Five Poisons Sect of the Lower Holy Sect, please teach Yang Shaoxia." ”

Ye Xiaochuan has recently heard of a very powerful character, Qing Yan of the Five Poisons Sect of the Demon Sect, is an absolute young master, after Qing returned to report to his family, Ye Xiaochuan immediately thought in his mind, what is the relationship between this guy and Qing Yan? Isn't it a brother?

For the Lingxiao Sect, Ye Xiaochuan knew that, just like the Seven Star Sect, he didn't have a good impression of the Lingxiao Sect.

The Lingxiao Sect is located in the north of the Kunlun Mountains, in the southwest of Tianshan Mountain, and its strength is slightly stronger than that of the Seven Star Sect.

In the south of the No. 8 ring, because they have to wait for the next Ning Xiangruo to appear, there are many disciples of Cangyun Sect, and they are basically gathered here, although these guys say that they are cheering for Yang Qiming on the face, most of them are looking forward to Yang Qiming losing in their hearts.

The fighting method has begun, after the salute on the scene of the two sides, the first to do it is Qinghui, the disciples of the Demon Sect have always been known for their courage and ruthlessness, only to see a ghost head demon knife out of the sheath in an instant, Qinghui seems to be left-handed, holding the handle of the knife with his left hand, his body rises from the ground, and a simple move splits Huashan, splitting Yang Qiming in front.

The Ghost Head Demon Sword is the most common magic weapon for Demon Sect disciples, just like the most common magic weapon for righteous path disciples.

Yang Qiming saw the black light of the ghost head demon knife in Qing Hui's hand, but he was unwilling to take half a step back in the first round, so as not to lose the face of the master.

With a stagger, the sword light flashed, and it blocked upward.

The so-called sword walks lightly, and the sword line is heavy.

The sword fairy and the swordsman competed for strength, and it must be the swordsman who took advantage of it, not to mention that the black and steaming ghost head demon knife was slashed from top to bottom, and it was full of power.

I only heard a sharp and loud click, the swords collided, and a hard stone slab under Yang Qiming's feet clicked and shattered.

The knife pressed the fairy sword, and the Qinghui people were in mid-air, and decisively kicked six times in a row, each kicking towards Yang Qiming's chest.