Just now, he saw that Chu Ye had no fear, so he used his magic power to take a look, and found that Chu Ye turned out to be a god-transforming monk, and it was still a late stage, and suddenly the whole person was frightened and stunned, so he pretended not to know, and wanted to earn a sum of spirit stones.

Chu Ye just glanced at him, he didn't care, he could already see at a glance that the other party's cultivation was the Yuanying realm, as long as the other party would not reveal his identity, he would not care too much.

After pondering for a while, Chu Ye transmitted a message to Wang Yu and said, "Wait to bet on me, all spirit stones, make money!"

Wang Yu covered his mouth and smiled, nodded secretly, walked up slowly, and said, "I, Brother Chu of Pressing Ye, a hundred spirit stones." ”

Wang Yu pressed all his hundred spirit stones, and there was a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, which suddenly made the Yuanying monk's face change, and he regretted it in his heart, sighed for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said: "I, as a dealer, although I can't press it, but I also want to press Ye Chu's one hundred spirit stones, I don't know if you agree!"

"Agreed, why don't you agree, you send us money yourself, how could we not want it!"

"That's it, hurry up, don't rub it off!"

The dealer took a deep breath, and his previous grievances were much less, after all, Wang Yu pressed Chu Ye a hundred spirit stones, if Chu Ye won, wouldn't he have to pay for death?

The time to bet was very fast, and suddenly, the senior brother's bet had reached thousands of spirit stones, and Chu Ye was only a few hundred and a few pieces, and the extra few pieces were threatened by someone to pity Chu Ye, so he chose to bet.

In this regard, Chu Ye just sneered and didn't say anything, and when everything was done, Chu Ye pondered for a moment, took a step, and said: "Steward, this matter, please help as a fair person, I don't know if the steward has time?"

The steward opened his eyes and glanced at the monks, such a thing would happen once or twice a year, and each time he would be made a notary, he was used to it, and he didn't waste any time anyway, so he nodded.

In this way, all the monks are very happy, and with the help of the steward to do justice, then this game is even more guaranteed, at least whoever loses will not cheat.

That senior brother, whose face was already gloomy at the moment, stared at Chu Ye and said in a deep voice: "You are so arrogant, you don't even take me in your eyes, it's really hateful!"

Chu Ye glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "Why, Senior Brother can't hold his breath so quickly?"

"You...... Hmph, if I don't talk to you, start quickly, if I don't beat you up today, I won't be surnamed Wang. ”

Wang Mu opened his mouth coldly, which immediately caused a lot of applause, only Wang Yu, and the Yuanying monk, looked at Wang Mu, and the corners of their mouths hung a trace of mockery.

After a few breaths, with the order of the steward, Wang Mu suddenly rushed towards Chu Ye, clenched the flying sword, raised it, and slashed out with a sword, and on the sword, it contained spiritual power, like hundreds of catties of power.

Chu Ye stood in place, unmoved, and Wolf Han couldn't help laughing: "You are a god-transforming monk, and you are actually competing with a little doll who builds a foundation, you really laugh at me!"

When Chu Ye heard this, he couldn't help but blush, but he didn't speak, but stepped out and slowly stretched out his hand.

This scene suddenly made the surrounding disciples show puzzled expressions, and when they saw Chu Ye actually stretching out his hand to grab the flying sword, he was immediately stunned, and sneered: "It's really ridiculous, he actually tried to grab the flying sword of the senior brother with his hand, it's just looking for death, I see, his arm is not wanted!"

"That's it, I don't look at what kind of cultivation I have, I really think that I will be invincible in the world after cultivating for a while, arrogant, this time, I will break your arm, look at you are still so arrogant!!"

Wang Mu also had a gloomy face, and said in a deep voice: "Sure enough, I don't know the height of the sky, the power of my flying sword, even if it is an ordinary Jiedan monk, I don't dare to pick it up with my hands, you are good, just grab it with your hands, today, this hand of yours is waiting to be scrapped!"

After speaking, Wang Mu roared, and suddenly the spiritual power of his whole body was condensed on his arm, and the spiritual power flowed along his arm and merged into the sword, making the sword shine brightly, and it had a huge force of thousands of catties, slashing towards Chu Ye.

Chu Ye also snorted coldly, stepped out, and grabbed it fiercely with his big hand!

There was no sound, and the big hand that everyone thought was absolutely unable to grasp the flying sword, but in an instant, it grabbed the flying sword, no matter how hard Wang Mu tried, he just couldn't move forward a little.

I saw that Wang Mu's face was flushed and he let out a low roar, but Chu Ye didn't feel anything, the whole person took a step back, grabbed it fiercely, and the flying sword was directly grabbed aside, and with a flick, Wang Mulian and the flying sword were thrown out.

"This ...... How is this possible!!"

All of them had wide eyes, their mouths wide open, enough to swallow a duck egg, and at this moment, their jaws fell to the ground, and they all looked like they didn't know what their expressions were, all sorts of things.

"No...... How could this be!" Wang Mu was also stunned, looking at his flying sword, and then at Chu Ye, at a loss.

"No, keep coming, I haven't lost yet!" He roared again, raised his flying sword, and flew towards Chu Ye, this time, with all his strength, the flying sword already had ten thousand catties of strength, and slashed at Chu Ye fiercely.

Chu Ye took a few steps back, and the whole person suddenly stepped out of his legs, forming a horse step, his hands came out, and he immediately pinched the flying sword again, and in the completely stunned looks of everyone, he lifted Wang Mu up, and his face turned red in the air, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, Chu Ye also yelled and shouted, "Give it to me, get out!!"

Chu Ye looked red, as if he had exerted all his strength, he threw Wang Mu with the flying sword a few times, threw it out, fell hundreds of meters away, smashed it on the ground, and couldn't stand up at all.

Until this moment, the audience was silent, and some monks who were eating fruit didn't feel it when the fruit fell to the ground, they just looked at Wang Mu with their eyes, stunned.

The Yuanying monk who was sitting in the village was also stunned, and said in amazement: "This ...... This person pretends to be like, this senior, really is a senior, pretending to be a foundation monk, just now the green muscles are exposed, his face is red, it's too similar!!"

Time passed, and a long time passed, and no one spoke, until the steward came back to his senses, glanced at Chu Ye thoughtfully, and said slowly: "The game is over, Ye Chu wins, and the spiritual power is automatically divided." ”

After speaking, with a flick of his hand, those spirit stones scattered among the unwilling expressions of the monks who lost.

In this battle, Chu Ye won, won completely, none of these monks dared to provoke Chu Ye again, and the legend of the strong monk also spread within this outer gate.

(To be continued.) )