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After the disciples placed their bets, the two monks on the stage began to compete.

Zhang Yang also watched with interest, the two monks on the stage were both old men in their sixties and seventies, looking sixty or seventy years old, but they were afraid that their real age was already above seventy years old.

Although a monk in the Qi cultivation period can easily live to be more than a hundred years old, and those who are better at Qi cultivation can even live to be one hundred or fifty or sixty years old, once the age reaches seventy or eighty years old, as the body ages, it becomes very difficult to build a foundation.

After the age of ninety or even a hundred, even if there are a large number of Tsukidan, it will be difficult to succeed in building the foundation, because the aging body cannot withstand the huge spiritual power.

The two elderly monks each sacrificed two fiery red flying swords, and with the sound of gold and iron clashing, they fought on the stage.

The four flying swords are all top-level magic weapons, and the two of them are also very experienced in fighting, regardless of whether they are up or down.

Seeing this, one of the old men slapped the storage bag on his waist, and hundreds of talismans flew out, stretched out his hand, and the agitated talismans turned into fiery snakes one after another, shooting towards the opponent.

It was the primary talisman Fire Snake Talisman, and a Fire Snake Talisman also needed three or four spirit stones, and the old man threw out hundreds of them at one time.

Hundreds of fire snakes are also huge and dazzling.

Such a move caused some of the disciples below to exclaim in surprise, and the usual ten-year big competition was not so intense.

And in the past ten years, the number of people has not been so large.

The other disciples were thoughtful and thought of the small spirit realm that would open seven months later.

Seeing the fire snakes shooting out, the other old man did not panic, and as soon as he raised his sleeves, one after another runes came out, which were diamond talismans with golden light, and there were more than 20 of them.

More than 20 vajra talismans turned into more than 20 layers of golden light shields, protecting the old man in them, only to see the layers of light masks shining with golden light, and the old man's figure could no longer be seen.

As a defensive spell talisman, the vajra talisman is worth seven or eight spirit stones, and this move caused a burst of exclamations from the disciples in the audience.

One by one, the fire snakes collided on the golden light mask, and after a loud roar and a large area of golden and red light, the figure of the old man appeared, only to see a fiery red shield magic weapon suspended in front of the old man, emitting a fiery red light shield to protect it, and the layers of vajra cover outside the body have long been disappeared into invisibility.

Of the four flying swords fighting in the air, one of the flying swords shook weakly a few times, fell down, and landed on the ring with a sound of "Xuanju".

Obviously, with the old man's divine sense, he could only control two top-level magic weapons, and once the defensive magic weapon came out, he was unable to control the other two flying swords at the same time.

Seeing this, the old man who sacrificed more than a hundred fire snake talismans looked happy, and he didn't see any action, and a fiery red flying sword that lost his opponent shot towards the opponent, and at the same time, he slapped the storage bag, and actually sacrificed ten more fire snake talismans.

Don't give your opponent the slightest respite!

One by one, the fiery snakes followed the flying swords and shot towards their opponents.

"The senior brother is merciful, and the junior brother admits defeat. ”

Seeing this, the old man who was controlling the shield magic weapon changed slightly, and exclaimed, the opponent was so decisive, he directly sacrificed more than a hundred fire snake talismans, and now he fell into passivity, and it was difficult to turn over if he fought, so he could only choose to admit defeat, otherwise if he continued to fight, his defensive magic weapon would have to be explained here.

The shield magic weapon outside the old man's body, after resisting the ten fire snakes, the light dimmed slightly, and his admission of defeat also made the other old man withdraw the flying sword, and did not continue to attack, otherwise with the fire snake charm before, the flying sword attacked violently a few times, and the power of the shield magic weapon would be greatly damaged.

The two of them divided the winners and losers, one happy and one worried, and the disciples under the ring also had joys and sorrows, and naturally they were all bettors.

Zhang Yang looked boring, with his current means, even if these two old men were on together, he could easily take them down.

However, after seeing No. 1 and No. 2 stepping down, No. 3 and No. 4 coming to power, and one disciple after another began to bet again, the corners of Zhang Yang's mouth curled, and he had an idea in his heart.

"No. 3 pays 1 to 1, No. 4 pays 2 to 1!"

Uncle Zhao offered a odds, which surprised Zhang Yang, but after seeing the No. 3 monk and the No. 4 monk on the stage, he was a little clear.

The second contest was between a beautiful friar in her twenties and an elderly monk.

This beautiful female monk was wearing a high-grade Dharma robe, she was an inner disciple, and the other elderly monk was wearing the clothes of an outer disciple, and looking at her age, you knew that it was years of penance before she could advance to the ninth level of Qi cultivation in her old age.

And among the disciples of the ninth level of the sect's Qi cultivation, most of them are elderly monks of some age.

"This must be Senior Sister Wen's victory! It's a pity that I don't have ten medium-grade spirit stones, otherwise I would have to place a bet. Fan Fan Xiao sighed in harmony, looking at the female monk on the stage with some admiration in her eyes, but her face was more regretful.

The same is true of Chu Lan'er and Yu Jingjing.

This Senior Sister Wen has odds of ten to one, but the next bet is at least ten medium-grade spirit stones, and each of the three of them only has one on her.

Zhang Yang was happy when he heard this, he had a spirit stone on him, but he already had other plans, and he didn't bet on it, taking advantage of the ten to one, although it seemed that this female disciple of the inner door was bound to win.

However, Zhang Yang didn't bet, and some monks who were rich in wealth or had already prepared took out ten or even dozens or even hundreds of medium-grade spirit stones one by one and pressed them on Senior Sister Wen, the No. 3 monk.

All the monks are smiling, both rich in wealth, and those who have prepared spirit stones from the family early, just to earn some spirit stones, they bet very carefully, basically only pressing those that seem to win, and some who can't see whether they win or lose are betting on one or two medium-grade spirit stones, and make a small bet.

For example, this Senior Sister Wen, although it is the first time to participate in the ten-year competition, in addition to being an inner disciple, the Xiuxian family she was born in is also not bad, compared to another outer senior brother, the probability of winning is above ninety!

Otherwise, there will be no odds of 1 to 10 for the former and 2 to 1 for the latter.

None of them bet on the latter, and all of them bet on the three.

Uncle Zhao, who was sitting in the village, also had a calm face, even if it was ten to one, he would have to pay a lot of spirit stones.

After placing the bet, as soon as it was done, many of the monks who placed the bet were happy.

I saw the female monk on the stage slap the storage bag, and three fiery red flying swords flew out and shot towards the old monk.

The three flying swords are all top-level magic weapons, and the female monk can control three top-level magic weapons at the same time, obviously with excellent divine sense, most of them have taken a lot of high-level pills in the Qi cultivation period to enhance divine consciousness.

The old monk on the stage had a bitter face, slapped the storage bag, and a fiery red flying sword and a fiery red shield magic weapon flew out, the former greeted him, and the latter entered through the mana, emitting a fiery red light shield, protecting the old man in it.

The old monk did not have superior divine sense, and could only control two top-level magic weapons.

The corners of the monk's mouth curled, revealing a rather charming smile, and the three fiery red flying swords did not attack the old man, but surrounded the flying swords sacrificed by the old man, and fought in three against one, "clanging".

"I throw in the towel. The old monk's face was bitter, he shouted, and hurriedly recalled the flying sword, but in just a short breath, the flying sword was a little dimmed and damaged.

The old monk realized a secular saying, two fists are no match for four hands!

The friar smiled again, raised her hand, and recalled the three flying swords and put them in the storage bag.

After No. 3 and No. 4, there are No. 5 and No. 6, and Uncle Zhao also has different odds.

After a competition, it soon came to the seventeenth and eighteenth, and the seventeenth was Zhang Yang.

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