Drunk Immortal Gourd

After the monk with a fierce look on his face finished speaking, a monk behind him opened the stands on both sides of the fighting arena, and soon revealed the monks inside who were about to participate in the competition. These two people are both at the fifth level of Nascent Soul. One is tall and strong, with bulging muscles, and a very aggressive look in his eyes. He does not look like a monk, but more like a practitioner who specializes in body training. Xiu, the other is just the opposite of him, thin and slender, with a slightly reserved gaze.

If we only look at it on the surface, the tall and strong monk seems to have a better chance of winning, but people should not be judged by their appearance. Sometimes appearance cannot show a person's true strength, especially for monks. Even if they have the same cultivation level, the difference between two people will be different. There may also be a huge gap in strength, such as Qingyang. He currently only has the cultivation level of the fifth level of Yuanying, but his real strength is comparable to the ninth level of Yuanying.

If they can observe at close range and master more information, some people can roughly deduce the final result. However, this competition field has certain distance restrictions for other people, and it also blocks everyone's spiritual observation, so many details cannot be discovered. Winning or losing probably depends on luck.

Fortunately, no one cares about this, and no one intends to make a fortune from this. They just buy ten or twenty thousand spirit stones for fun. Which monk who can come to the Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Spirits doesn't have a net worth of one million? Ten thousand spiritual stones were just a drop in the bucket for them, and winning or losing was not worth mentioning at all, so soon someone selected the contestants they were optimistic about and went to the monks to place bets.

In just two quarters of an hour, hundreds of people placed bets. Even Mu Qiu and Situ Yong couldn't help but bet on 10,000 spirit stones. They were betting on the thin monk with cautious eyes. Only Qingyang did not participate. He just stood aside and watched the fun, and did not step forward to place a bet. It was not that he could not afford to lose, but mainly because Qingyang looked at the two monks on the field and felt as if a rabbit had died and a fox had died.

He could tell that the two monks in the martial arts arena should be monks from other small worlds like Qingyang. Only monks from small worlds would end up in the All Souls Association, and their cultivation levels were still only Nascent Soul fifth level, and these two people obviously did not want to participate in the competition, but had no choice but to stand on the competition field, and they had to decide whether to live or die with each other.

Qingyang didn't know the specific reason, but nine out of ten he was caught by the monks who opened the gambling bureau. This is the sorrow of the monks in the small world. I remember that before coming to attend the All Souls Meeting, the Thunder Feather Demon King once said, Although the All Souls Association is dangerous, monks from other worlds are the biggest threat to them. The smaller the world's monks, the harder it is for them to leave the All Souls Association alive.

The reason why Qingyang came to Wanjie Mountain smoothly was mainly because he was strong and had enough ability to protect himself, and also because he was lucky. The Mu Qiu and Situ Yong he met were not the kind to other small worlds. The prejudiced monk has not had any accidents in recent years.

He couldn't stop what was about to happen in the fighting arena, and he couldn't possibly stop it, but as a monk from a small world, he could do nothing but watch the excitement and not get involved.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. At least half of the monks present participated in the bets. A rough estimate of the spiritual stones collected by those who set up the gambling game was three to four million. Although they would have to pay out part of it in the end, but so Earning millions of spiritual stones in a short period of time is pretty good, not to mention that this is only the first game. I'm afraid I will earn even more spiritual stones in the next two competitions.

The monk with a fierce look on his face saw that he had almost collected the spirit stones, so he raised his hands to everyone and said: "The betting is over, now is the martial arts session that everyone has been waiting for."

After saying that, the fierce-looking monk waved his hand behind him. The people behind him stepped forward to lift the restriction between the two monks on the field. The fighting had just begun, but the two monks on the field The monk did not immediately jump into the battle, but stood there and looked at the stands hesitantly, obviously not wanting to fight casually in front of so many people.

The monk with a fierce look on his face immediately became angry. He had already collected several million in bets. If these two people were to fall out of control, wouldn't he be left with nothing to eat? So he yelled at the two people: "Why are you still standing there? If you go to the competition field, someone will die. If you wait two more, both of them will die."

Perhaps thinking of the consequences of disobedience, the words of the fierce-looking monk made the two people on the scene tremble. If you do as the other party said, you still have a 50% chance of survival. If you don't compare, it will be a ten-point death. , the strong monk reacted first, roared and rushed towards the opposite side, the thin monk saw no way to retreat and had no choice but to stand up and fight.

Although the two monks on the field were controlled by others, the other party did not restrict their strength too much, and the commonly used magic weapons were also reserved for them. They knew that this was a battle of life and death, and the loser would only die, so they all used They used the means of suppressing the bottom of the box to fight for a chance to survive. In this case, the intensity of the battle can be imagined. The sound of rumbling could be heard endlessly, countless lights and shadows were flying in the sky, and the aftermath of the battle almost spread to the entire martial arts arena. The outside of the Haowu Arena is blocked by a defensive formation, so people outside can watch the two men fight calmly.

Of course, these two people are from the small world after all, and their methods are much worse than those of the monks from the big world who are watching the fun outside. Even the level of the magic weapon is much lower, otherwise these two people will not be able to easily After being caught, although they are the best in their own world, the monks outside are also the best in their respective worlds. Therefore, although the battle in the martial arts arena is fierce, it can only be regarded as a battle for the monks outside. Very ordinary game.

In their hearts, this is more of a lively event, a way to pass the time when they are extremely bored, and a condescending look down on a high-level person facing a low-level person. The life and death of the two people on the field is not important to them. Nothing, it's like watching two crickets fighting.

Perhaps it was because the two were really evenly matched in strength, or perhaps it was because both of them had unleashed their unimaginable potential in the face of life and death. This battle lasted for two or three hours before it ended with the defeat and death of the sturdy monk. , and although the thin monk won the victory, his situation was not much better. There were wounds all over his body, and almost half of his life was lost.

At the end of the game, the fierce-looking monk announced the results of the betting. In a situation like this, it was impossible to tell who would win and who would lose beforehand, so the betting situations on both sides were similar. Winning and losing were almost equally divided. Mu Qiu and Situ Yong were relatively lucky. Yes, I got it all this time.