Mountains and tsunamis. The crowd is loud and noisy!

The competition has not yet begun, and on the square in front of the Wuleng Peak Wushuang Palace, there are already dense cultivators, crowded with people, black pressure like dark clouds, into pieces, many people are fighting for a favorable position, fighting openly and secretly, and a lot of friction occurs.

Those who are strong in cultivation also come early.

Up to now, there are fewer and fewer competitions, and there are not many opportunities to observe the master competition, and no one wants to miss it. If you are lucky, you will be able to improve your kendo attainments if you are lucky, and if you understand it a little, you are very likely to improve your kendo attainments!

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

Of course, there are only a few people who can comprehend sword skills, after all, even if they comprehend only forcible sword skills, they are enough to be proud!

Even if you can't comprehend the sword technique, exchanging experiences with other cultivators while watching it will be a great boost and improvement for yourself!

There was still a period of time before the competition began, and the onlookers were in groups of three or five, discussing one after another, speculating on the trend of the competition, discussing sword skills, making friends, and being very busy.

In the southwest corner of the square, it is particularly lively.

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

With a warm smile on his face, the white-clothed cultivator sat leisurely at the table, answering the questions of the cultivators around him.

"Who is the person with the highest odds today?" asked a big man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, squeezing through a group of cultivators.

The white-clothed cultivator's face was indifferent, he glanced at the crowd, and said with a smile: "The person with the highest odds today is still Luo Chen! His odds are fifty to one!"

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

"The odds are too high!" exclaimed one of the cardinals.

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

"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?" Buy him, buy him, buy as much as he buys, how much he loses, and he will lose all his money!"

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

This is clearly a deception, and it is no different from fraud!

"This gamble is too bad!"

"The odds of being able to win the first place are extremely low, and the odds of Guyun are now down to one to two!" someone dissatisfied.

"That's it, Luo Chen can't get the first place at a glance, the odds are so high, he obviously wants to deceive us Lingshi. "Immediately there was a chatter and complaints.

The white-clothed cultivator was calm, looking at a group of cultivators, and then immediately set his eyes on the black-clothed Spiritual Silence Stage cultivators, staring at the black-clothed Spiritual Silence Stage cultivators, and asked, "Do you know who can win the first place?"

The black-clothed cultivator complained for a moment, looked at the white-clothed cultivator, and shouted: "Aren't you talking nonsense, if I knew, I would have bought it secretly, how can I still have the time to idle here." ”

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 that I don't know who Dabi No. 1 is, and I naturally don't know." Whether you can earn spirit stones or not 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 subsided, 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 that Luo Chen must not be able to win the first place?" In case he hides his strength and really wins the first place in the end, with these fifty times the super high odds, the person who buys him will count the spirit stones and his hands will be sour!"

"The same is true for other cultivators. The white-clothed cultivator continued: "I will have different odds every day, you can bet on the cultivators you value according to your own judgment, whether you can make money or not is all in your own hands! It has nothing to do with me! Gu Yun has great hope of winning the first place, and I have not stopped you from betting on Gu Yun!"

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! Before, it was one to three! If you bet on him, he really wins the first place, and you can immediately double the spirit stones in your pocket! Other people have higher odds and will naturally earn the most!"

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

The three white-clothed cultivators had lotus flowers on their tongues, and after a series of artillery bombardments, the onlookers were all stunned, and they all reacted immediately, and they all agreed with what the three of them said, and a group of cultivators were all speechless.

As the three of them said, whether they can earn spirit stones depends on their own eyesight and judgment, as long as they can bet on the cultivators, they will definitely make a profit and not lose money!

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, but just to pass the time of waiting, looking for fun, and pastime. Therefore, I advise you not to be bent on making a windfall and thinking that you can make a lot of money! Such a good thing does happen, and after the big competition is over, there will definitely be people who will make a big profit. But can you guarantee that you will be one of those people? If not, all your spirit stones will be mine. Think twice and don't get hot-headed. ”

When the words fell, many cultivators fell into deep thought. Cultivators with fever heads are also a lot more sensible. On everyone's face, they couldn't see the initial impetuousness, but when they looked at the white-clothed cultivator's eyes, they all had a little more admiration and gratitude.

Ask yourself, if they were white-clothed cultivators, they would never bet on cultivators, wishing that each of them could bet tens of thousands of spirit stones.

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

Complaining and eliminating the invisible, a turmoil, invisible, was quietly resolved by the white-clothed cultivator.

The black-clothed Spiritual Silence late-stage cultivator, seeing that the destruction could not be achieved, turned around and retreated.

The white-clothed cultivator looked through the crowd, looking at the direction of the black-clothed cultivator's departure, thoughtfully, calmly gaze, and a trace of coldness flashed away.

There were many people, and after a short period of calm, the crowd became lively again.

"What are the odds of Lin Dui today?" someone immediately asked with concern.

The white-clothed cultivator smiled: "Lin Dui lost without a fight, he must be recuperating from his injury, but if he loses a game, it will inevitably cast a shadow on winning the first, if I raise the odds again, you should scold me again, today I will lower his odds, one to ten!"

The crowd suddenly said: "Then we won't buy him today, we have already lost, and now the hope is getting slimmer and slimmer." ”

"That is, shouldn't he be afraid of Guyun and dare not fight?"

"The first is that it's impossible!"

Some can't help but gloat.

Before, the heart of the cultivator was tight, and there was a wave of worry on his face.

"Lin Dusk was absent from the game, why in the end?"

"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 cultivators, drowning in the voice, kept answering all kinds of questions, and the white-clothed cultivators did not have the slightest irritation on their faces, and kept smiling kindly, gentle.

"I believe that Lin Dui, after he recovers from his injury, he will definitely make a comeback. After some indiscriminate bombardment, the blue-robed cultivator parted 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 Sect Elder Qiu Wei announced loudly: "Dabi has officially begun!"

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

Many cultivators, their eyes kept wandering in front of the main hall, but it was disappointing that Lin Duan didn't come today!

The cultivator of the twilight of the forest, the heart is once again clouded.

Is it so badly injured? Do you want to give up again?

Is there any hope of being in the top four?

Many people were full of confidence before, but now they can't help but look forward and backward, and they don't know what to do. Some people began to consider whether to take out the last remaining spirit stone and then bet on Guyun in order 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 anymore, and he didn't take this opportunity to skyrocket up the odds, but instead let the odds drop!

The onlookers and cultivators, with different faces, looked at the high platform and had different ideas.

At the beginning of the competition, the participating cultivators took the stage one after another, but on the third high platform, there was only one peak cultivator of the Spiritual Silence Period.

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

"Lin Dui must come!"

"I staked 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, Lian Shu was also full of anticipation.

He hoped that Lin Dui would not come.

He was unlucky before, he met two people, both of them were top masters, the first game was Gu Yun, and he lost very badly! The second game was Xing Yun, he thought that he could win Xing Yun by relying on his own strength, but what made him extremely weird was that Xing Yun had not even shown his sword skills, just with the combination of sword moves, he was unable to parry, even if he used his forcible sword skills, it was irreparable, and even, he felt that the power of his sword skills was not as good as the power of Xing Yun's sword moves!

Originally, he was able to show his real 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 Xing Yun's relaxed and freehand appearance, he simply gave up and left his strength to fight against the next cultivator.

But in this game against Lin Dui, he also has no certainty.

Lin Dui was seriously injured before, and he had heard of it, but 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 really lose!

A sword light flashed, and Ju Bin, the ruling cultivator, fell 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 one will be considered your victory!"

When Lian Shu heard this, he couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

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, the lonely clouds are swept away, and the powerful sword skills frequently break out, and the opponent has been knocked out of the stage and won again!

He's won three in a row!

The rest of the high platforms, the shape of shì is also gradually clear, and it is not far from the end, but Lin Dui still did not appear.

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

In a word, when it came to the last word, it came to an abrupt end, and the word "win" was swallowed back by him.

Ju Bin smiled, looked into the distance, and several sword lights flew in a row, which was Yinxin's line!

Lin Dusk, impressively in the ranks!