"All monks participating in the competition please come on stage!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh...!"

One by one, the monks flew onto the stage and stood still on the ring.

The arena with a radius of more than ten feet seemed very lively.

The monks who placed bets flew up and down, but Su Yizhao and others stood on the other side and were not affected at all.

Han Anning flew off the stage, looking a little ugly.

As soon as Su Yizhao left, he went on stage to place a bet, deliberately choosing the female cultivator who would receive Su Yizhao.

Gou Jiancheng saw that he looked bad and asked, "What's wrong? You didn't bring the mysterious stone?"

Han Anning said harshly: "That boy lied to us?"

Gou Jiancheng glanced at Su Yizhao on the stage and asked in surprise: "He didn't buy himself?"

"What he did buy was that he would win the championship!"

"This kid is really confident. How about we buy him too?" Gou Jiancheng said with a smile, "It's just that tens of millions of black stones can't be wasted!"

Han Anning smiled bitterly.

Tens of millions is nothing.

His bet was 100 million!

Han Anning remembered that Su Yizhao had extended his index finger just now, and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

It turned out that it was not ten thousand, nor one hundred thousand, but one hundred million.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that he didn't ask clearly just now, where did he lie?

Han Anning said: "It's up to you who to buy, and how much to buy is up to me!"

Gou Jiancheng looked at Su Yizhao on the stage again.

Confident and calm, with a straight waist.

That temperament is simply a step above the others.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Then make a bet and buy Su Yizhao to win the championship!"

Han Anning also gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! Buy it for 50 million!"

Gou Jiancheng lost his composure now and turned around and asked: "Are you crazy? The high-grade black stone was not blown by the wind. Just show it and show your intention. It also shows that we are actually very optimistic about him!"

Han Anning was silent.

It’s really up to him to decide how much to buy!

Gou Jiancheng said anxiously: "Too many, the loss is too great for us!"

Han Anning couldn't help it and said in a deep voice: "Do you know how much that boy bought?"

Seeing him like this, Gou Jiancheng couldn't help but make a bold guess: "One hundred thousand? One million?"

"One hundred million!"

After Han Anning finished speaking, he flew onto the stage again, leaving the demented Gou Jiancheng behind.

In the middle of the ring, the monks who had accepted the bets had begun to leave.

On the arena, there were only forty-two monks lined up in a row.

At this moment, next to the light curtain in the sky, the void split open, and a monk stepped out of the void in one step, floating steadily in the air.

Su Yizhao's spiritual consciousness swept over it, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

Just like a mortal, no breath can be detected.

"I am the supervising monk of Xuantian Sect stationed in the mountain city. This time, I will organize this competition!" In the air, the middle-aged monk's eyes swept across the arena.

Su Yizhao quickly withdrew his spiritual consciousness. When his eyes glanced at him, he felt that his whole body was cold, as if his whole body had been seen through.

"In the first round, two against each other, the loser will be eliminated!"

Su Yizhao couldn't help but look up, wondering what the meaning of these two confrontations was.

I saw the middle-aged monk waving his right hand in the air, and twenty-one cracks suddenly appeared in the void.

Then, the middle-aged monk grabbed Su Yizhao and others with his right hand.

In an instant, Su Yizhao and others felt dizzy.

When I woke up again, there were changes in the arena.

Of the forty-two monks, only twenty-one stood on the stage.

Su Yizhao was shocked again.

"Twenty-one spaces, you choose!"

Even if the others didn't know about Dabi, they must have heard of it. After hearing the words, they immediately flew towards the crack in the void.

Su Yizhao looked up and reacted immediately.

The middle-aged monk has randomly put twenty-one monks into twenty-one cracks in the void.

Now, let them choose.

Really fair!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh...!"

In an instant, he was the only one left in the arena.

And there was only a crack left in the sky.

"Boy, hurry up! You have no choice!" the middle-aged monk in the air urged.

In the audience, Gou Jiancheng looked embarrassed.

Han Anning was surprised: "He doesn't know the rules of the competition?"

"Did you buy it?"

"Bought it!"

Gou Jiancheng gritted his teeth: "How much did you buy?"

"Fifty-five million! Five million is my own!" Han Anning felt a little guilty.

Gou Jiancheng was surprised and said: "You are so willing!"

On the stage, Su Yizhao flew up and entered the crack instantly.

The cracks disappeared and the sky became nothingness again.

At this time, the middle-aged monk waved his right hand towards the light curtain beside him.

Only twenty-one small grids appeared on the light screen. In each small grid, there were two monks facing each other.

Apart from the inaudible sound, the monk's face and expression were extremely clear in the grid.

Below, hundreds of thousands of monks quickly found the monks they had placed their bets on, and in an instant, the entire backing city became even more noisy.

In front of Su Yizhao was a female cultivator.

A proud young female nun.

He only heard the female cultivator say to him: "Everyone who enters here in advance will be ranked high. Fellow Taoist, just admit defeat!"

Su Yizhao thought for a moment.

Right!

This is to avoid strong encounters.

"Don't admit defeat?" The female cultivator touched her storage ring with her left hand and took out something golden.

Su Yizhao looked at it intently and asked: "Xuanfu?"

The female cultivator did not answer, but she pinched her left hand, and the golden mysterious talisman was instantly activated.

Suddenly, thousands of golden lights shot over.

Su Yizhao's figure was shaking, and the entire space was filled with dense shadows of him.

The female cultivator's thoughts moved slightly, and she was inspired by two more mysterious talismans.

But at this moment, I suddenly felt a pain in the back of my head, and I fainted instantly.

"Hey!" Outside, the middle-aged monk gently pulled his right hand toward the void, and a crack appeared there.

At this time, Su Yizhao happened to step through the crack.

He was holding a female nun in his right hand and didn't know what to do with her.

At this time, a monk below reacted and said in surprise: "It just started and it's over?"

Gou Jiancheng said: "He is still very good!"

The sweat on Han Anning's palms evaporated instantly.

Su Yizhao was embarrassed to be in the air, so he landed on the ring and gently put the female cultivator down.

Only then did he notice the changes in the light curtain and couldn't help but look carefully.

There are only twenty small grids on the light curtain.

At this time, in each small grid, two monks were already fighting.

However, some were very intense and some ended quickly.

The middle-aged monk stared at the light curtain, and as soon as he found someone falling, he would immediately open the crack in the void.

In the fifth small grid, a monk fell to the ground with blood spurting from his throat.

In the eighth small grid, a monk's head was broken.

In the ninth small grid, a monk covered his Dantian with both hands and slowly fell down.

In the seventeenth small grid, a monk was cut into two pieces at waist level.

In the nineteenth small grid, a monk saw that he was defeated and immediately gave up.

Almost at the same time, five cracks appeared in the void, and five young monks stepped out.

Four are carrying the bodies, and one is standing proudly.

In the audience, countless monks began to cheer!

The five people in the air glanced proudly, but when they saw Su Yizhao on the stage, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Did this monk already admit defeat without participating?

impossible!
Chapter completed!