Humanity’s Great Sage

In a secret room on the battlefield, Gong Mao walked back and forth, sweat dripping from his forehead. He kept wiping it, but he couldn't finish it.

Even the large clothes on his body were getting wet and dry, and dry and wet again.

As a hedao, he rarely loses his composure like this.

But this time he really played too big a trick - Fusion of Dao and He Dao, and it was a fight to the death. Not to mention how exciting it was, this gimmick alone was enough to attract countless gamblers, and 99% of them were attracted to it. I felt that this was a good opportunity to pick up Tao fish for free, so I naturally didn't want to miss it.

He had the foresight, so he decided to open all the viewing venues in the entire battle arena. This time, except for the spectators at the Emperor Arena who can directly watch the death battle, other viewing venues will also see the projection of the battle situation at the same time. .

It can be said that there is only one battle on the battlefield today, and that is the death battle between Wumingke and Lingyan.

As a result, all the spectators gathered in the fighting battlefield can only bet on this death fight.

Even though Gong Mao had been in the battlefield for so many years, he still felt frightened when he saw the numbers that were being accumulated. If he messed up this time, he would definitely be blamed for his death.

"Sir." A subordinate monk hurriedly came to the side with a solemn expression: "The situation is not good. More and more people are betting on spiritual eyes. Should the handicap be temporarily closed?"

"It can't be sealed!" Although Gong Mao was anxious, he still relied on his reason. Since the fighting battlefield opened, there has never been a situation where he sealed his hand before the time came.

Closing the hand at this time is destroying one's credibility. If you lose to Daoyu, you can still earn it back. If your credibility is gone, the foundation of the fighting battlefield will be gone.

He knew why more and more people were betting on the spiritual eye. Because the nameless guest had not shown up yet, many people thought that the unknown guest was afraid and did not dare to participate in this death battle, so they bet on the spiritual eye at this time. That is a sure-profit business.

"What's the odds for Wu Mingke?" Gong Mao asked.

The subordinate reports a number.

Gong Mao solemnly nodded. This odds... is a figure that has never appeared in the fighting battlefield before. Not only has it not happened before, but Gong Mao can almost conclude that it will never happen in the future, because there will never be another death fight like this. .

"Go down." Gong Mao waved his hand weakly.

When his subordinates retreated, he quickly took out the musical notes and sent a message, wailing in his heart, "Friend Lu Dao, if you don't come again, Gong will probably die today to apologize!"

As soon as the news came out, the door was pushed open again.

Gong Mao looked up and saw a familiar figure wearing a hooded windbreaker walking in under the guidance of one of his cronies.

The confidant extended his hand to greet him and then retreated.

Gong Mao hurriedly greeted him, almost crying: "Fellow Taoist, you finally showed up."

Lu Ye raised his hand to lift his hood, with an apologetic look on his face: "Some things have delayed me. How are you doing here?"

"It's okay for the time being, but if fellow Taoist doesn't come again, I won't be able to delay it any longer."

"It's not too late then?"

"Fellow Taoist, do you want to prepare something?" Gong Mao asked with concern. Although Lu Ye gave him a lot of confidence when they last met, he was still nervous when it came to the final step.

Fusion Dao fights with Hedao, and he is still at the eighth level of Fusion Dao...can he really win?

"No need, I'm in a hurry." Lu Ye shook his head.

The fight to the death here is over, and he has to go back to Yuanxi City to finish the damage. The battlefield has already begun. With the addition of Yuanxi City and Lingfeng City, his side will definitely win a complete victory. He couldn't miss the Yuan coins.

Gong Mao was stunned. Thinking about the previous two fatal fights, Lu Ye fought fiercely with his opponent and finally won tragically. It always gave people a feeling that he had reached the limit. How could he listen to his tone? This time he wanted to fight quickly. quick decision?

He suddenly started to look forward to it. If Lu Ye wins this time, the benefits to the fighting field will be huge. It will definitely be an unprecedented gain. Now that the owner of the field has provoked a dispute in the snowfield, it is exactly what he needs to use When there are a large number of Tao fish, I can't be of much help, but if I can help the farm owner with logistical materials, it will not be in vain for the farm owner's years of cultivation.

"Then come in!" Gong Mao quickly led the way.

At this time, everywhere in the fighting battlefield was filled with people, and countless monks shouted for the fighting battlefield to declare the end of the fight to the death.

Because the unknown guest didn't show up for a long time, it was obvious that he was too scared to come. There was no point in continuing to wait. As long as the death battle was announced on the fighting battlefield, they could sit on the ground and share the money.

In the Void Shards battlefield, Lingyan held a long sword in his hand and stood on a meteorite with an impatient expression.

As a Hedao person, he didn't even bother to fight with a Rongdao person. When Gong Mao approached him earlier, he almost thought it was a joke.

What about the unknown guest? Although he gained some fame in Rong Dao's death battle arena, Rong Dao was only Rong Dao after all, so how could he be compared with him.

Based on his cultivation, what kind of Fusion Dao can be his opponent? So I refused decisively.

I never thought that Gong Mao would actually offer to gift a treasure!

The condition is that he must participate in this death battle and must not publicize the existence of this treasure to anyone.

The spiritual eye is in disbelief.

If it hadn't been Gong Mao who discussed the matter with him, he would have walked away.

It wasn't until he saw the treasure with his own eyes that he realized that Bai Mao was not looking for fun with him.

When he held this attribute treasure called Chunhui Sword in his hand, he felt extremely complicated for a moment.

At the level of Hedao, his reputation is not prominent, and his cultivation is not that strong, because he did not get much help when he practiced, so his foundation is not strong, so it is natural that he will be mediocre when he is promoted to Hedao.

When he was in Rongdao in his early years, he had a dream, that is, to get a treasure of his own. If so, when he is promoted to Hedao, he can not only make up for his shortcomings in his early years, but also have a brighter future.

But he was helpless and had no background back then, so how could it be easy to get a treasure? In the end, he couldn't delay it any longer and had no choice but to be promoted to Hedao.

But now he didn't expect that a treasure would be delivered to him, and the condition was that he would participate in a death battle with a Rongdao.

This is simply a free gift!

He was sad. If he could get this treasure when he was in Rongdao, how could he have only achieved this today? He was really unlucky.

"Hmm?" Just as his mind was floating, he suddenly felt something and looked in one direction. There was a faint vitality over there.

Is it really coming? He had been waiting here, but the nameless guest hadn't shown up for a long time, so he, like many other spectators, thought that the nameless guest was afraid of death.

Who knew that the nameless guest was really brave.

His eyes flashed, and he moved to meet him.

"The nameless guest is here!"

With the sudden appearance of the nameless guest, many monks in the arena were shocked, and then they started to curse.

"What is this idiot doing at this time? A little later, Lingyan can win without fighting!"

According to the rules of the battlefield, once the death fight starts, within the specified time limit, if one party does not appear, the other party can win directly.

The monks who bet on Lingyan have been waiting for a long time. They only need to wait for a moment before the time limit is up, and they can win the bet. The nameless guest's rushing in at this time will undoubtedly ruin their good things, so how can they get a good face.

"Come here, just a Rong Dao, what waves can he make?"

"Yes, Lingyan is a body of Hedao, if he can't even kill Rong Dao, then he might as well die."

"The difference between a little earlier and a little later, in fact, is no difference, but it's a pity that the money is tight now, otherwise I would definitely bet more on Lingyan."

Watching the scene everywhere, countless monks talked about it.

In another secret room, Gong Mao put his hands behind his back and looked at the light screen projections in front of him. The middle one was naturally the projection of the death arena, and the scene inside could clearly see the scene of Wumingke and Lingyan flying towards each other.

On the left and right sides of this projection, there were various numbers that kept changing. These numbers included the betting situation of the entire battle field and the changes in the odds.

The many numbers displayed on the left were related to Lingyan, and the numbers on the right were related to Wumingke.

In this case, Gong Mao stood here and could see the overall situation at a glance.

"Sir, just a moment ago, a large number of bets suddenly flowed into the market, and it was not just one person who placed the bets." A subordinate came to report in a hurry.

"How big?" Gong Mao asked.

The subordinate reported truthfully.

Gong Mao took a deep breath: "I knew they couldn't hold back!"

Qin Feng has many friends and enemies. Now that the chaos in the snow field has been provoked by him, some enemies, both openly and secretly, have no good way to deal with him, so they can only stare at the battlefield.

Now that the battlefield has revealed a flaw, those people will certainly not miss the opportunity. In Gong Mao's expectation, these people have already entered the field to place bets, but they did it very covertly before, so they were not noticed.

Now that there is not much time left, they began to exert their strength suddenly.

The number of bets flowing into the market this time is not small, almost accounting for 20% of all bets, which is definitely not something that ordinary Hedao can take out, and there are more than one.

So the enemies of the owner of the field have long been gathering in secret, waiting for this moment.

"Sir, do you want to take it?" The subordinate looked worried.

Gong Mao snorted: "It's already been placed, how can we not accept it?" Those guys probably hope that Douzhangchang will refuse it, so that they will have an excuse and reason to make trouble. Once this matter gets out of hand, the reputation that Douzhangchang has worked hard to accumulate for many years will immediately collapse.

It can be said that as long as the market is open, those people bet, and Douzhangchang cannot refuse.

"Also, the odds of Wumingke are starting to decline." The subordinate reported.

Gong Mao nodded: "It's normal. Before, everyone thought that Wumingke would escape without a fight, so everyone's enthusiasm for betting was very high. Now that Wumingke has appeared, it will naturally decline."

And it's already this time, many people have already placed their bets.

"Then, sir, do you want to close the market?" The subordinate asked cautiously.

Before Wumingke came, Douzhangchang couldn't close the market directly, but the situation is different now. Closing the market is not a big problem. At most, it will be criticized a little, but it will not affect the fundamentals.