"With Senior Brother Lu, all the thirty core disciples are back!"

"That's right, the ten ranked disciples of the inner sect have also come back one by one! I believe that the big competition of the sect must be very interesting!"

"That's right, just wait for the sect competition to start tomorrow!"

"I think Senior Brother Feng is the biggest dark horse this year!"

"Senior Brother Feng, do you mean Senior Brother Feng Zijian? That big nonsense?"

"Hehe, how can you say that, Senior Brother Feng!"

"Isn't it?

On this day, the Twin Swords Sect was very busy, and many registered disciples and outer disciples were arranged to go to the Shenwu Terrace, some to welcome distinguished guests, and some to set up the stage.

After Li saw that there was nothing to see, he returned to the iron horse house alone.

As soon as he returned to the iron horse room, Li Ke saw an embarrassed kitchen knife appear in his sight.

"You've been cultivating on that mountain peak for the past six days?"

Li Ke shook his head and asked when he saw the appearance of the kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife nodded, his eyes were blood-red, his spirit was also in a trance, his skin was dark and yellow, obviously his food was not very good these days.

"How's it going?"

Li Ke didn't blame the kitchen knife out loud, he could understand the thoughts in the kitchen knife's heart, and over the years, the things on the kitchen knife were not lighter than him.

The Red Seventh-Class Kitchen Knife Soul is the most rubbish Soldier Soul, a Soldier Soul that has no Art of War to cultivate!

This kind of soldier soul can almost be said to be a scrapped soldier soul.

Moreover, the kitchen knife is still the same as him, and he may not be able to break through the shackles of the shackles of the refinement realm in this life!

was full of disappointment in the past, but now there is a glimmer of hope and a glimmer of light, Li Ke can naturally understand the kitchen knife.

"Seven Crazy Demon Styles, I have only practiced six Styles, and the last one is the Crazy Demon God Dance, I can't perform it!" The kitchen knife has blood-red eyes, and his voice is much weaker.

"Mad Demon God Dance!"

Li Ke whispered the last style of the mad demon knife method, the mad demon knife method was copied to the kitchen knife by himself, so he naturally knew the above moves clearly, but unfortunately, the mad demon knife method was limited to the kitchen knife soldier soul, and any other knife soldier soul could not be cultivated.

"This trick ......" Li Ke pondered for a moment, then glanced at the kitchen knife, saw the kitchen knife's red eyes staring at him tightly, shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly, and said to the kitchen knife: "This trick needs to be comprehended by yourself, I said too much, it's useless! You better go back and sleep well now! Tomorrow is the first day of the sect competition, and it is also your first appointment!"

"Oh!"

Hearing Li Ke's words, a little disappointment flashed in the kitchen knife's eyes, and he immediately nodded, and took extremely heavy steps to climb to the second floor of the iron horse room and return to his room.

Looking at the back of the kitchen knife, Li Ke smiled lightly.

"Mad Demon God Dance, this trick can only be understood, but it cannot be spoken, whether you can comprehend the mystery of this trick depends on you tonight!"

As he spoke, Li Ke was also ready to follow the kitchen knife and head towards the second floor of the Iron Horse House.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Li Ke!"

Li Ke heard the voice, turned around and looked over, only to see a middle-aged man in a cyan robe walking towards him with a smile on his face.

"Elder Simon!"

The person who came was Simon Wushuang, the elder in charge of the Iron Horse Room.

Ximen Wushuang nodded with a smile and said to Li Ke: "I heard that you came back a few days ago, and I wanted to take the time to come and see you, but unfortunately I have been busy with the things of the platform in the past few days, and I don't have time to come back.

"How is it? Tomorrow's sect Dabi has confidence?"

Ximen Wushuang patted Li Ke on the shoulder, since Li Ke killed Shen Yuan, the senior disciple of the armory and the inner sect ranking disciple last year, on the grass of the iron stable, he wanted to keep a close eye on Li Ke.

Who knew that Li Ke would not say goodbye the next day and left the Double Sword Sect.

This made Ximen Wushuang depressed for a while, thinking that he had run around and put all the good things you had done, you were good, and you ran away alone!

"There shouldn't be much of a problem with the top ten inside, but tomorrow is just a warm-up!"

Li Ke smiled slightly, according to the management of the Double Sword Sect, tomorrow is just a prelude to the great competition of the sect, and the inner disciples can choose their opponents at will, make an appointment to fight each other, and the grievances accumulated for a long time will compete tomorrow.

"Huh!"

Hearing Li Ke say this easily, Ximen Wushuang was a little surprised, although Li Ke had killed Shen Yuan in the fourfold Martial Arts Realm more than two months ago, but the sect was different, there were such powerful opponents, and the top ten in the inner gate were not so easy to fight.

"Well, it's a good thing to be determined, but I want to remind you of one thing, when I was in Shenwutai just now, I heard an inner disciple say that Xu Liu bought Wu Lang, the seventh ranked golden sable knife in the inner gate, and asked him to kill you!"

Ximen Wushuang said very seriously to Li Ke.

"Golden Sable Knife Wu Lang?"

Li Ke frowned slightly when he heard this, he hadn't heard much of Wu Lang, but he had seen the golden sable knife, the soul of the soldier, and it was still fresh in his memory.

Because this soldier soul is very peculiar.

"That's right! Last year, Wu Lang ranked seventh in the inner sect in the big competition of the sect, and he played a silent knife technique very sharply, you have to be careful tomorrow!" Ximen Wushuang's face was slightly gloomy, and he was extremely angry at Xu Liu's approach.

"Elder Simon, don't worry, I'll be careful!"

Li Ke laughed, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked Ximen Wushuang: "Elder Ximen, I want to ask if the bet ratio after the start of the day after tomorrow Dabi has come out?"

"Who do you want to press?"

When Ximen Wushuang heard Li Ke ask such a question, he immediately raised his eyebrows and asked eagerly.

The annual sect competition of the Double Sword Sect is also the biggest gamble of the Double Sword Sect!

The Double Sword Sect Bounty Hall sits in the village and sets the odds.

"I heard that the odds of several people have been set, Wang Hu's is 1-1, and Cheng Lei's is 1-1...... The details have not yet been decided, and we have to wait for tomorrow's lottery to decide!"

Ximen Wushuang thought for a while before speaking.

"Oh!"

When Li Ke heard such odds, he couldn't help laughing.

If it was placed in previous years, such odds would have been made by the Bounty Hall of the Double Sword Sect, but this year it would be different.

"Elder Ximen, I have a million taels of silver tickets here, and when the odds come out, can you bet all on me?" Li Ke said and took out a large stack of silver tickets from his arms and handed them to Ximen Wushuang.

"One million taels, all bet on you?"

Ximen Wushuang saw the boss with a large pile of silver tickets in Li Ke's hand, one million taels, such a huge amount of silver taels, even if it was him, it was impossible to take it out.

And most importantly, Ximen Wushuang seemed to hear Li Ke say that he bet all the million taels of silver tickets on himself?

Are you kidding?

Is there such a bet you have?

A million taels of silver tickets to bet on yourself?

"Bet yourself on becoming the first in the inner door?"

Ximen Wushuang looked at Li Ke with wide eyes.

"Why, can't you bet on yourself?" Li Ke asked with a big smile in his eyes.