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(To read the latest chapter of this book, please visit the biquge.info of the wèn Aishang Novel Network) The mountains are roaring and the tsunami is full of voices, and the hustle and bustle is like a tide.

The competition has not yet begun, and on the square in front of the Wuling Peak and Wushuang Palace, there are already dense cultivators, and the crowds are crowded, and the black pressure is like a dark cloud.

The strong cultivators also came early.

The big competition is going on so far.The competition is getting less and less.There are not many opportunities to observe the master competition.No one wants to miss it.The level of this big competition is far better than the previous one.Ordinary cultivators.They all want to watch how the participating cultivators perform their sword skills in the big competition.If you are lucky.A little comprehension.It is very likely to improve your kendo attainment.Comprehend the sword skills.It is also very promising.

In fact, it is not uncommon for someone to comprehend sword skills because of this.

Of course, those who can comprehend swordsmanship are only a handful after all, and even if they comprehend only forcible swordsmanship, they are enough to be proud.

Even if you can't comprehend the sword skills, while watching, exchanging experiences with other cultivators is also a great promotion and improvement for yourself, and there is no disadvantage.

There was still some time before the competition began, and the onlookers gathered in groups, discussing, speculating on the trend of the competition, discussing swordsmanship, making friends, and being very busy.

In the southwest corner of the square.

In front of a square table, it was already full of cultivators, and everyone squeezed forward, wanting to hear what the white-clothed cultivators were saying.

The white-clothed monk sat leisurely at the table with a warm smile on his face, answering questions from the cultivators around him.

"Who is the person with the highest odds today?" A big man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist squeezed through a group of cultivators and stepped forward to ask.

The white-clothed cultivator looked at the crowd with an indifferent face, and said with a smile: "The person with the highest odds today is still Luo Chen, and his odds are fifty to one."

"Fifty to one." As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators gasped.

"The odds are too high." A cardinal exclaimed.

"If Luo Chen really wins the first place, wouldn't it be a big profit to buy him." A cultivator in the early stage of spiritual silence said with a yearning on his face.

"Buy him." A black-clothed late-stage cultivator squeezed to the front and said disdainfully: "Does Luo Chen have any hope of winning the first place?

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly realized, reacted, looked at the white-clothed cultivator, and couldn't help but have anger on their faces.

It's a lie, and it's no different from fraud.

"It's a bad gamble."

"The odds of being able to take the first place are extremely low, and the odds of Guyun are now down to one to two." Someone complained.

"That's it, Luo Chen can't get the first place at first sight, the odds are so high, it's obvious that he wants to deceive us spirit stones." Immediately someone chattered and complained.

The white-clothed cultivator calmly looked at the group of cultivators, and immediately set his eyes on the black-clothed Spiritual Silence Stage cultivators, stared at the black-clothed Spiritual Silence Stage cultivators, and asked, "Do you know who can win the first place?"

The black-clothed nun complained for a moment, looked at the white-clothed nun and shouted, "Aren't you talking nonsense? If I knew, I would have secretly bought it.

There was a burst of laughter around them, and they looked at the white-clothed cultivator with a smile.

The white-clothed cultivator's face was calm, and he also smiled: "You also said, I don't know who the number one Dabi is, I naturally don't know, whether I can earn spirit stones, it all depends on your own judgment, the reason why I change the odds from time to time, is also my own judgment, who loses and who wins, is unknown, this is the fun of gambling."

The laughter waned, and a group of cultivators began to listen to what the white-clothed cultivator had to say.

The white-clothed cultivator looked at the crowd with a smile and said, "How dare you be so sure, Luo Chen must not be able to win the first place, in case he hides his strength, and finally wins the first place.

"The same is true of other cultivators." The white-clothed cultivator continued: "I will have different odds every day, you will make a bet on the cultivators you value according to your own judgment, whether you can make money, it is all in your own hands, it has nothing to do with me.

The black-clothed cultivator opened his mouth to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by the blue-robed cultivator beside the white-clothed cultivator.

The blue-robed cultivator looked at the crowd and encouraged: "Until now, even Gu Yun, who has the lowest odds, is one to two, and before it was one to three.

The green-robed cultivator smiled and said, "You can make a lot of money while watching the competition, why not."

After a series of cannon bombardments, the onlookers were all stunned, and they all reacted immediately.

As the three of them said, whether they can earn spirit stones depends on their own eyesight and judgment.

The white-clothed cultivator looked at the crowd and said with a smile: "The purpose of opening this gambling game is not to earn spirit stones, it is just a matter of fun, to pass the time of waiting, to find fun, to have fun, to have fun, to have fun, to have fun, to make a fortune, so that good things do happen.

When the words fell, many cultivators were in deep thought, and the cultivators with feverish minds were also a lot more sensible.

If they were white-clothed cultivators, they would never bet on cultivators.

The words of the white-clothed cultivator were heartfelt, sincere, and everyone in the audience was infected, convinced of him, and no one complained.

Complaining is invisible, a turmoil, invisibly, and quietly resolved by the white-clothed cultivator.

Seeing that the destruction could not be achieved, the black-clothed spirit lone late stage cultivator turned around and retreated.

The white-clothed nun looked through the crowd, looking at the direction of the black-clothed nun leaving, thoughtfully, calmly, and a trace of coldness flashed away.

After a short period of calm, the crowd became lively again.

"What are the odds of Lin Dusk today?" Someone immediately asked with concern.

The white-clothed cultivator smiled: "Lin Du lost without a fight, he must be recuperating from his injury, but he lost a game, it will inevitably cast a shadow on winning the first place.

Someone in the crowd suddenly said, "Then we won't buy him today, we will already lose, and now the hope is getting slimmer."

"It's just, he shouldn't be afraid of Lone Cloud, he doesn't dare to fight."

"The first is that it's impossible."

Some can't help but gloat.

Before, the Dusk cultivator's heart was tight, and his face was full of worry.

"Lin Dusk was absent from the game, why the hell."

"Will he be able to play this time?"

"Will his odds go up later?"

A group of people care about it, and all kinds of problems emerge one after another.

The three white-clothed nuns were drowned in the sound at once, constantly answering all kinds of questions, and the white-clothed nuns did not have the slightest irritation on their faces, and they kept smiling kindly.

"I'm sure Lin Dusk will definitely make a comeback when he recovers from his injury." After some indiscriminate bombardment, the blue-robed cultivator separated the crowd and sweated profusely.

Only then did the cultivators let the three of them go.

At this time, in front of the Peerless Hall, Peerless Sword Gate Elder Qiu Wei announced loudly: "Dabi has officially begun."

A group of people hurriedly turned around and watched Dabi intently.

Quite a few cultivators, their eyes kept wandering in front of the main hall, but it was disappointing that Lin Du didn't come today.

The Dusk Cultivator of Absalm Forest's heart is once again clouded.

Is it very badly injured, and I have to give up again.

Is there any hope of becoming the top four?

Many people were full of confidence before, and now they can't help but look forward and backward, and they don't know what to do. Some people are beginning to think about whether to take out the last remaining spirit stones, and then bet on Guyun, so as to earn the capital back.

The possibility of Lin Dui winning the first place is getting slimmer and slimmer.

Even the white-clothed cultivator had no intention of earning spirit stones from him, and he didn't take this opportunity to skyrocket up the odds, but instead let the odds drop.

Onlookers had different faces, looked at the high platform, and had different ideas.

The competition began, and the participating cultivators took the stage one after another, but on the third high platform, only one cultivator at the peak of the Spiritual Silence Stage went up.

Many people's eyes are on this high platform, full of anticipation, unwilling to give up.

"Lin Dusk must come."

"I stook him 10,000 spirit stones."

"Don't give up."

Looking at the No. 3 high platform, everyone is looking forward to it.

Standing on the high platform, even Shu was full of anticipation.

He hoped that Lin Dui would not come.

Before, he was unlucky.When he met two of them, they were both top masters.The first game was Gu Yun.He lost very badly.The second game was Xingyun.He thought that he could win Xingyun by his own strength.But what made him extremely weird was that Xingyun didn't even show his sword skills.Just by combining sword moves, he couldn't parry.Even if he used forced sword skills, it was irreparable.Even.He felt that his sword skills were not as powerful as Xingyun's sword moves.

Originally, he was able to show his true sword skills, but because the meridians were not strong enough, he was extremely damaging to himself, although the sword skills were extremely powerful, but seeing Xingyun's relaxed appearance, he simply gave up, leaving his strength to fight against the next cultivator.

But this against Lin Dui, he is also not sure.

Lin Dui was seriously injured before, he had heard about it, and now, he only hoped that Lin Dui could continue to recuperate from his injuries in peace, and not come again.

His name is Lian Shu, but he doesn't want to lose in a row.

A sword light flashed, and the ruling cultivator Ju Bin descended from the sky.

Ju Bin glanced at Lian Shu and said lightly: "Lin Du has not yet arrived, according to the rules of Dabi, you need to wait for him for half an hour, if he still does not come, this will be your victory."

Lian Shu couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

At this time, the competition of other high platforms is in full swing.

Many people's eyes were attracted by the wonderful competition, but at this time, there were still many people looking around from time to time, looking forward to Lin Dui's coming.

Time flies.The fifth high platform.Lonely clouds.Frequent outbreaks of powerful sword skills.It has knocked the opponent off the stage.Win again.

He's on a three-game winning streak.

The rest of the high platform is also gradually becoming clearer, and it is not far from the end, but Lin Du still did not appear.

Half an hour was about to pass, Ju Bin thought that Lin Du had given up again, and couldn't help but announce: "This competition.......

In a word, it came to an abrupt end at the last word." The word "win" was swallowed back into his stomach by him.

Ju Bin looked into the distance with a smile on his face, and several sword lights flew quickly.

Lin Dui.

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