Immortality: Devour the Horned Viper at the beginning

Li Bufan didn't want to offend Dong Lingxiao, a golden elixir master, for no reason, but Dong Lingxiao actually wanted the clothes he was wearing. As a good and bloody man, how could he bear this?

Immediately, Li Bufan stopped keeping a low profile and spoke out.

"What did you say?" Dong Lingxiao stared at Li Bufan, as if he had heard something incredible.

"Senior Brother Lingxiao, you won't be reluctant to let go, right?" Li Bufan's mouth curved with a trace of ridicule: "Or is it that Senior Brother Lingxiao is afraid? Afraid of losing?"

"Am I afraid of losing? I, Dong Lingxiao, the five great true disciples of the Yuhua Sect, are afraid of losing?" Dong Lingxiao snorted coldly: "Since you want to play, let's bet like this. If you win, then I This top-grade treasure, the Nine Dragon Taoist Robe, is presented to me with both hands. If you lose, your Seven Evil Gourd will also belong to me!"

"No problem." Li Bufan grinned: "I hope Senior Brother Lingxiao can keep his promise."

"Of course, as a true disciple, I naturally do what I say." After Dong Lingxiao finished speaking, he glanced at Jialan and asked with a smile: "Jialan, do you want to bet?"

Jialan frowned slightly, stared at Li Bufan, and then said slowly to Dong Lingxiao: "I will not participate. I will be your notary."

In this way, a bet involving treasures as bets was concluded.

As for the Mountain and River Ranking Competition, after the three of them established this bet, as the bells stopped ringing, an elder stood up and slowly glanced at the disciples competing in the audience.

This elder was a master of the third level of the secret realm of magical power. With his glance, all the participating disciples immediately felt that he was staring at them, and they did not dare to meet the elder's eyes, so they all fell silent.

After all the disciples calmed down, the elder said in a deep and powerful voice.

"The competition in the Mountains and Rivers Ranking is a rule set by our Yuhua Sect to select outstanding disciples for training. Therefore, in the competition, you must show your true skills and not show off."

"This time when we talk about the Mountain and River Ranking Competition, the sect will give out generous rewards to outstanding disciples. No matter whether you are in the top ten or not, as long as you perform well and have enough perseverance, extraordinary will, and intelligence, you will be rewarded. You can get the reward you deserve."

"Okay, let's get started!"

As soon as this announcement started, many "semi-elders" stepped onto the arena where the competition was taking place, took out the list, and began to announce the arrival of the more skilled inner disciples on the stage.

"No. 1, Zhang Feiyu, Liu Qingyang."

"Taiwan No. 2, Nan Youyou, Li Danyang."

"Channel 3,..."

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"No. 19, Fang Han, Yin Shihai."

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After Fang Han walked up, Dong Lingxiao, Jia Lan, Li Bufan, and even many of the true disciples sitting next to them all looked over.

They had just heard that Dong Lingxiao had made a bet with Li Bufan, so they were now very interested in this inner disciple named Fang Han, especially Jia Lan. Li Bufan actually made such a big bet for him. Obviously there is something special about this Fang Han.

Therefore, she and the few true disciples on the side wanted to see for themselves how strong this Fang Han was.

In the ring, Fang Han and his opponent Yin Shihang fought against each other, observing each other.

This opponent named Yin Shihang was wearing a top-grade magical robe and holding a mid-grade spiritual sword in his hand. Compared with ordinary monks in the physical realm, he was obviously a good master.

But compared with a cheater like Fang Han, that is far from enough. After the two faced off for a while, Yin Shihang took the lead in launching an attack. First, he activated the concealment talisman to hide his figure, and then in In the heavy fog rising from the concealment talisman, he waved the magic sword in his hand and slashed at Fang Han.

But Fang Han stood motionless until the opponent's attack came in front of him. He raised his hand slightly, and a purple flying sword appeared in his hand. With another wave, with a "snap" sound, he directly knocked Yin Shihang's sword away. The flying sword, a high-grade spiritual weapon in his mouth, was cut into two pieces.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Han kicked Yin Shihang off the ring again.

In just twenty breaths, the winner was decided in Arena No. 19.

"This Fang Han does have some skills. No wonder Junior Brother Li has so much confidence in him. I'm afraid, Lingxiao, you will lose this time."

Jialan laughed and teased Dong Lingxiao.

"Junior sister Jialan, what you said is true. Fang Han is indeed very strong, but Ye Nantian's strength is not weaker than him at all. It's hard to say who among us will win and who will lose." Dong Lingxiao said with a smile.

Li Bufan glanced at him and said nothing. When Fang Han took action, he had already noticed that this boy's strength was more than twenty times higher than seven days ago. I am afraid that he has now broken through to the secret realm of supernatural powers. Dong Lingxiao's Jiulong Taoist Robe is destined to lose.

Soon, many more disciples came on stage and started competing. Li Bufan also noticed that Nan Youyou, Xu Yue'er and others also easily won the first battle.

However, Ye Nantian, whom Dong Lingxiao valued, had already surrendered before his opponent made a move, unable to tell his specific strength.

Although there are more than 5,000 inner disciples participating in the Shanhe Ranking Competition this time, the space of Shanheyuan is extremely huge, with no less than 5,000 arenas.

In other words, even 10,000 disciples can compete at the same time.

Therefore, after only about two quarters of an hour, the first round of competition was over, and then the second round of competition began again!

The elder who announced the names of the two sides had a loud voice, and the first one shouted out loudly.

"Fang Han! Ye Tiannan! Channel One!"

I don't know if it was a coincidence or someone deliberately arranged it, but Li Bufan and Dong Lingxiao's gambling match happened in the second round.

"Haha, Junior Brother Li Bufan, I didn't expect that our bet would be decided so quickly. I just don't know how long Fang Han can last under Ye Nantian."

Dong Lingxiao said with a half-smile.

"You might as well wait and see." Li Bufan said indifferently.

While the two were talking, Ye Nantian, whose name was called, suddenly waved his right hand, and a small stone gate appeared in his hand. This stone gate was simple in style, like the gate of the palace of the ancient gods, with rare and complex carvings on it. The patterns were slightly shaken, and bursts of ancient desolate atmosphere came to my face.

Then he turned his hand casually, and a stream of air came out of the stone door, wrapping him up. Then he disappeared and appeared on the ring like a ghost.

"What magic weapon is this?"

"so amazing?"

"This is Rashomon! According to legend, Senior Brother Wanluo used it to kill countless demons, the Great Demon King."

"Why did Senior Brother Wanluo give him this magic weapon? Then how can we fight with him!"