I Just Want To Be Quiet

Suddenly there was no sound around the A-shaped ring!

All the onlookers were dumbfounded, one move!

Tian Congheng, who is considered the top master of Huaiyin Peak, was beaten in seconds!

Before the start of the match, everyone believed that either Tian Congheng's opponent would directly admit defeat; or Tian Congheng would quickly kill his opponent.

Even if there is an accident, at best, Tian Congheng won't win so quickly... No one thought that Tian Congheng would lose, and he would still be killed instantly!

Even the vast majority of people didn't even see how Pei Ling shot, only to see him suddenly disappear and reappear, and Tian Congheng had been split in half.

The blue-robed deacon, who had been expressionless all the time, showed a bit of surprise, so he was so quick to escape! What a quick knife!

Not to mention the ordinary cultivators who practice the nine levels of Qi, the sword just now, even the cultivators in the early stage of the foundation of humanity, may not be able to avoid it!

When did Huaiyin Peak appear such a rising star! ?

In the silence, Peiling was the first to recover. He slowly retracted the knife and looked at the deacon: "I have won."

The deacon suddenly reacted, took a deep look at Peiling, and announced: "A twelve wins. Next time, A thirteen will be against A fourteen."

At this time, there was a bang from the audience, and all kinds of discussions burst out like a tide!

"Who is this 12th?"

"I don't know, this is really our peak person?"

"Zongmen rules, can only participate in the competition in the peak... Is the fine for violators tens or millions of spirit stones? It is impossible for Senior Brother Tian to provoke such an enemy."

"I know who he is! I saw it when I just placed the bet. Senior Brother Tian Congheng's opponent is called Pei Ling!"

"Peiling? Is it possible that it is the trash kid of the Pei family in Luquancheng?"

"That's called Pei Hongnian...I know that trash, don't compare with this senior, the gap is too big!"

"I also know that Pei Hongnian is like a dog in front of Sun Yinglan. If he has one-tenth of the demeanor of this senior, hehe, I'm afraid that the dog is Sun Yinglan."

"I'm Gan! Kill Tian Congheng with a single blow, this kind of strength can pass the preliminary round with one hand, I have to hurry up and make a bet!"

The last sentence reminded everyone that the group of people who originally swarmed over to say hello to Pei Ling, shouted, changed direction, and instantly surrounded Cai Ke!

After getting off the ring, Pei Ling immediately walked towards Cai Ke, taking out the bills, and cursing in her heart the people who brag about Tian Congheng just now. If it weren't for them to make themselves unconfident, he would have to bet hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones!

Seeing everyone's actions, Pei Ling didn't say anything, and brought the blood ghost escape method and appeared in front of Cai Ke first.

Cai Ke smiled a little reluctantly at this time. Although most of Huaiyin Peak’s disciples came to bet Tian Congheng in this game, these people generally have tight hands. Draw more than a dozen spiritual stones.

So despite the difference of 40 odds, after paying Pei Ling one hundred thousand spirit stones, he not only didn't make a profit, but he also lost tens of thousands!

If it weren't for Pei Ling's slashing of Tian Congheng, Cai Ke would be a little bit want to fall back.

With one hundred thousand spiritual stones in the bag, Pei Ling was in a happy mood.

Because the second round of the preliminary round will not start until the first round is over, he went to other arenas to take a look.

It was discovered that most of the cultivators’ cultivation bases were on the seventh and eighth levels of qi training, and there were hardly a few ninth levels of qi training, let alone two ninth levels facing each other.

It seems that Tian Congheng's luck is really not good.

Half a day later, the first round of the preliminary round of the competition was over, and three gongs sounded to remind everyone that the second round began.

Peiling heard the movement and returned to the A-shaped ring.

"The second round begins." Deacon Lan Pao ordered, "A two to A four."

The second is the seventh-level Qi training monk who controlled the corpse before, and the fourth one is the eighth-level Qi training.

As soon as the two came on the court, the deacon just announced the "start", and the second one did not hesitate: "I admit defeat!"

He just spent a lot of time dealing with a fellow with the same cultivation base as his own. What's more, his current opponent is the eighth level of Qi training?

Rather than suffer a lot after taking the stage, or even die out with bad luck, it is better to take the initiative to exit.

"A four wins." The deacon nodded, "The next game, A five vs. A eight."

The two monks were practicing Qi in the seventh level, and no one gave up. After the deacon announced the start, he immediately started fighting.

Taking advantage of this gap, Pei Ling came to Cai Ke again. Before he could speak, he heard the monk next to him shouting first: "In the third round of the second round, I bet Pei Ling to win."

"I also charge Pei Ling!"

"These are three thousand spirit stones!" A panting monk suddenly rushed forward, pushing a pile of spirit stones to the dealer, "I just borrowed all the people I know, so I will charge Pei Ling!"

"Now the rules have changed." Cai Ge said immediately, "Each bet, no more than 500 lower-grade spirit stones!"

"Fuck! Why? In the first round just now, didn't you just bet it casually?"

"It was just now, but now it can only be this number! If you don't bet, you will be next!" Cai Ke said impatiently.

His mother, he was sitting in the village because he wanted to make a fortune, but when he came up, he lost tens of thousands of spiritual stones.

Now these people still want to continue to take advantage of him?

Even if there is a backing behind him, the spirit stone is not brought by the strong wind!

Hearing this, Pei Ling suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He only listened to the monk who borrowed money to place the bet hesitated and said: "I bet! By the way, what is Pei Ling's current odds?"

"One hundred lose one!"

Hearing this, Peiling turned away without saying anything.

Bet at most five hundred spirit stones, pay one hundred for one hundred, and earn five spirit stones after a long time of tossing?

NS!

Knowing that Tian Congheng had a false name, he should have let the opponent have the upper hand just now, and he "fighted hard" for a long time before "finally found a chance" to hit and kill successfully.

Maybe everyone thought he was lucky and could make another fortune.

It's like now, no, not only now, it's all the next handicap, he won't make any more!

If it weren't for holding Fairy's thighs, Pei Ling would even have the urge to buy peripherals...

Soon, the second round of the second round ended and Aba won.

After Jiaba stepped down, the third game began.

The deacon yelled: "A nine to A twelve."

Pei Ling stepped onto the ring, and his opponent was a famous Qi Lianqi seventh-tier monk.

The opponent quickly surrendered and stepped down, so fast that Pei Ling didn't even have time to pull out the knife.

In the next game, A 14 vs. A 15.

A fourteen is the ninth level of Qi training that is rare in Huaiyin Peak, and A fifteen is the seventh level of Qi training. There is no suspense in this competition, and the fourteenth directly wins.

After stepping off the stage, A fourteen came to find Pei Ling: "Junior Brother Pei, my name is Fang Ye. I wonder if Junior Brother can take a step to speak?"

Pei Ling nodded, and the two walked to a quiet place, Pei Ling asked, "Brother, what can I advise?"