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In the hall of Jianbaozhai, nine rows of monks were waiting for the appraiser to appraise the treasure. They looked at the fierce quarrel between the two monks with different expressions. In front of the table where the magic weapons and magic weapons were appraised, some were watching with cold eyes, while others were pushing forward.

Urge those in front of you to quickly identify the treasure.

"You two leave quickly and treat the Treasure Appraisal Studio as nothing. You are so rude. I will never appraise treasures for you two again." 'Brother Guang' was afraid of the table and scolded him angrily.

As soon as 'Brother Guang' said this, the faces of the two quarreling monks became even more ugly. They gritted their teeth and seemed to want to eat each other.

Originally it was just a trivial matter, but it cost the two of them the opportunity to appraise treasures at the Treasure Appraisal Studio. There was more than one family in Luoji City who could appraise treasures, but the fee was only two spiritual stones. In front of so many monks, they were treated like this.

Reprimanding, no one can lose face.

At this time, both monks put the blame on the other party.

His eyes were on fire, and his neck was thick with fire.

The thin monk clutched his bulging chest and wanted to leave with raised eyebrows. If the Treasure Appraisal Studio did not appraise treasures for him, he would not shamelessly beg in a low voice. If it didn't work here, he would go elsewhere to appraise treasures.

"You fucking want to leave like this, you don't take Taoist Master seriously," the strong monk became even more angry. He took a few steps forward and grabbed the other person's back, and said sternly.

The thin monk's expression changed with anger, and he immediately raised his arm and knocked away the opponent's palm. He turned around and said bitterly, "You are so shameless. You are so unreasonable and bullying others."

"You are the one who is being bullied. Even a young monk in the Sea of ​​Consciousness Realm dares to offend Master Tao. If I don't leave you some thoughts today, you won't know how high the sky is." The strong monk became angrier and more arrogant as he spoke. He raised his hand.

A slap in the face.

Without using his true energy, the thin monk jumped back and hid, panting in anger.

"Bang!" 'Brother Guang' slapped the case and shouted angrily, "Get out!"

The thin monk was so angry and embarrassed that his face turned the color of pig liver, but it was wrong to have an argument with someone in Jianbaozhai, so he panted and walked outside the door in a few steps. The strong young man was angry.

Feeling embarrassed, he gave Brother Guang a fist-pump as an apology, followed him to the door, and glanced sideways at Yang Qing, who was leaning against the door frame with a playful smile on his face.

The thin monk walked away immediately after leaving the Treasure Appraisal Studio. He kept his head down and cursed in a low voice. Although he was angry in his heart, he did not want to cause conflict and break the rules of Luoji City.

He flinched among the strong young man, and inevitably became more arrogant, shouting angrily, "You fucking stop for the Taoist master, if you want to fuck like this, there is no way out!"

"What do you want!" The thin monk stopped suddenly, turned around with a swish, his face was twisted with anger, and he asked through gritted teeth.

The strong monk was not afraid of his ferocious appearance at all. He pawed at his feet, raised his head slightly, glanced at his lips, and said sternly, "Boy, you made Master Dao fail my treasure appraisal, and you delayed Master Tao's cultivation time. I will pay you ten yuan."

If you want the spiritual stone, I will let you go, otherwise, I will make you walk around without food today!"

"You... are so shameless." The thin monk's voice trembled with anger, and he shouted angrily, "No way!" Then, he patted his bulging chest vigorously, tightened his palm-width brocade belt, and looked like he was swearing to him.

The look of not bowing his head.

The action of the thin monk made the strong young man's expression tighten, but he did not rush forward. He dared to hit someone because he was trying to bully the other person from breaking the rules prohibiting monks from fighting in Luoji City. At this time, the other person risked his life.

He didn't dare to break the rules prohibiting monks from fighting.

The strong monk rolled his eyes and asked sternly, "Boy, if you have the ability, the Taoist master can go to the ring to compete. If you don't dare to go, you are a coward!"

"Okay! Whoever doesn't go will be my grandson!" The thin monk was furious. He was ready to break the rules of Luoji City. Would he still be afraid of fighting in the ring?

The two of them walked angrily towards the north of the city. In the hall of Jianbaozhai, several monks who had finished appraising the treasures trotted out with excitement. Some monks even refused to appraise the treasures in order to watch the two compete.

, followed and ran out, among them was Yang Qing with a calm expression.

In Yang Qing's view, neither of these two people were ruthless people. After all, if they really wanted to fight to the death, they could intercept them outside the city. It was all due to their competitiveness and bravery. He was not exempt from this.

Monks have far greater strength than ordinary people, and their insistence on inner dignity will be even stronger. Although they are cautious in pursuit of immortality, there are many things they cannot do without doing anything, and the strong strength will make the monk's character gradually evolve.

The ground changes.

In all the cities in Luo, monks are prohibited from fighting because monks are very damaging to the construction in the city. However, this rule is only effective for monks with weak cultivation. After all, monks with advanced cultivation are allowed to fight in the city.

, who can stop it, who can punish it.

Fighting is prohibited in the city. At this time, all the monks know that there is no need for others to explain it. However, in such a large city, there are monks who have conflicts due to interests every day. If they want to resolve them, they can go to the ring. At that time, even if one party is within

Even if you kill, the other party will not be arrested or punished.

The strong young man was in front, the skinny monk was behind, and a group of monks who were waiting to watch the fun hung behind. People on the street were shouting, but the group seemed strange. They walked very fast, and they arrived in the north of the city in just one stick of incense.

The arena.

Baigang is hard and common, and most arenas are made of this material. The arena in Luoji City is no exception. It is round, about a hundred feet in diameter, half a foot high, with a flat surface and no decorations. There are mostly small shops around the arena, and there are few houses or houses.

It's a pavilion.

When a group of people arrived at the ring, there were already two men fighting fiercely on the ring, while hundreds of onlookers were either cheering or commenting in low voices, but there were few simple tea stalls with few seats.

In this hot weather, both monks and ordinary people would have a bowl of herbal tea to cool down and quench their thirst. The tea is common black tea. The tea stall owner is very kind. The tea in the porcelain bowl is red and black.

He picked up the porcelain bowl and took a big sip. He swallowed it with a 'dong' sound, but his eyes were looking towards the ring, and he clenched the yellow ticket in his hand tightly.

Before the two monks, who were strong and thin, could walk down to the ring, there were already two people running over. They looked to be in their thirties or forties, with unkempt beards, and they laughed heartily.

The two monks looked unkind but did not refute each other's eager faces and chatted with each other in a lukewarm manner.

Before the winner could be decided on the stage, the two trotted away again and went straight to a small shop. This small shop had a tarpaulin canopy to shade the sun. Dozens of people gathered under the canopy. There was no herbal tea in this small shop.

There was no food, only a table and the four treasures of the study: pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The pen was made of iron wolf hair, the ink was black, and the paper was yellow talisman paper for writing talismans.

The two of them ran to the back of the shop and whispered to the middle-aged man sitting behind the table. The middle-aged man looked simple and honest, but his eyes shone with shrewdness. While listening, he nodded slightly. After a while, he stood up and spoke eagerly.

Start shouting.

This place is none other than a gambling shop where the odds are announced. The monks compete to determine who will win or lose. Here, the odds are announced and the odds are told, and the onlookers place their bets.

The odds are based on the strength of both parties and the number of bettors. The odds are often determined by cultivation.

If you want to check the monk's cultivation level, you can use magic to detect the fluctuation of his true energy. The two people in the gambling shop have already found out the cultivation level and name in just a few words of conversation. This return, only a little while,

The market will be opened.

Whether they were in the gambling shop, or under the ring, or under the tea stall, there were some people rushing to squeeze in front of the table, and among them there were several women who bumped into each other like men.

The thin monk's name is Zhu Yong, he is a monk in the Sea of ​​Consciousness realm, and the odds are three to one.

The strong monk's name is Pi Shixu, he is a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm, and the odds are 5 to 6.

There is only one level of cultivation difference between monks in the Consciousness Sea Realm and those in the Purple Mansion Realm, but the gap in strength is huge. When monks reach the Consciousness Sea Realm, they can fly with their weapons, and they can cast spells while flying with their weapons, but they cannot use their magic to control them.

Know the second magic weapon.

After the monk broke through to the Purple Mansion Realm, his true energy was rich and pure, not to mention that he could control another magic weapon to attack while the royal weapon was flying, which gave him an advantage.

Moreover, the same spell, cast by monks with different cultivation levels, has different powers.

From this we can see the gap between the Consciousness Sea Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm, and we can also understand why the odds between the two are like this.

Although the odds of Zhu Yong winning were three to one, very few people bet on him. After all, there was a huge gap in strength between the two.

If this continues, it's okay if Zhu Yong wins, and the gambling shop can make a lot of money. Once Zhu Yong loses, the gambling shop will have to pay a large amount of spiritual stones. The gambling shop obviously knows this situation, and is experienced and not panicked.

First, he adjusted the odds of Zhu Yong's victory to 1 to 5, and then went around to lobby, saying, 'Even if you win the bet, you can only earn a few spirit stones. If you take some risks, the spirit stones can be multiplied five times.'

Some of the bettors were unmoved, while some monks bet on both, but they were leaning towards Pi Shixu. Some onlookers had unique insights. Since Zhu Yong dared to compete, he must have something to rely on.

So he bet ten spiritual stones on Zhu Yong.

As a result, nearly a hundred onlookers placed bets on Pi Shixu, while less than twenty people placed bets on Zhu Yong. Although Pi Shixu's odds were low, there was still a possibility that the gambling shop would lose money.

Gambling shops are not like gamblers. What gambling shops pursue is huge profits without capital. They will not do such risky things, so they start to lobby those who just watch the excitement and never place bets. "Small gambling makes you happy, and big gambling makes you rich."

Words like "No windfall, no wealth".

Yang Qing stood tall and straight, calmly watching the battle of swords and swords on the ring with a calm expression. At this time, a man in his thirties or forties with an unkempt appearance stood next to him, fighting with Yang Qing cheerfully.

call.

He has an eager attitude, like a friend he hasn't seen for a long time.

Yang Qing had never been to a casino, and he didn't know that the shop was a shop set up by a casino. Seeing that it was noisy but not lively, he lost interest in taking a look. There was a man beside him who greeted him eagerly, and then

Respond with a smile.