Hearing Su Yi's words, Situ Gong's eyes narrowed slightly, and his cold and bloodthirsty aura became a little stronger.
Li Gui, a young man in a blue shirt, was trembling all over, and there was uncontrollable fear in his heart.
The power of an innate martial sect was undoubtedly so terrifying that he had the urge to run away.
The same goes for the man in gold robe next to him, his brows filled with fear and uneasiness.
Miss Xiao He pursed her lips, but she was relatively calm. She looked at Su Yi with a pair of beautiful eyes, as if she was extremely curious as to who was this young man in green robe who dared to confront Situ Gong, the bloody butcher knife.
The atmosphere in the hall was depressing and dull.
After a moment of silence, Situ Gong suddenly laughed and said with deep eyes:
"To be honest, I am here for the good fortune of the young master. However, unlike others, I want to take a gamble with the young master."
Su Yi took a sip of wine, put away the wine bottle, and asked with interest: "What are you betting on?"
Situ Gong said: "There are four friends who came with me this time. Each one of them is a character who came out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. But like me, they have all been trapped in the Wuluo Realm for these years, unable to
A true breakthrough..."
Having said this, he sighed, his eyes filled with a hint of unnoticeable sadness.
To reach the realm of no leakage is to be regarded as the innate martial sect in the eyes of the world. It cuts off the hair and cleanses the marrow, reborn, and cultivates the innate energy. It is only one step away from the realm of land gods.
But this step is like an insurmountable chasm!
Especially in this secular world, those who can break this barrier and set foot on the path of Yuandao are all rare beings.
Maybe you will have a great adventure, or you will have great luck.
There is no one in a hundred who can break through and become a land immortal simply by practicing hard on his own!
Situ Gong straightened his body suddenly, the cold aura all over his body became more and more frightening, stared at Su Yi and said:
"And in our opinion, the good fortune in the young master will hopefully help us break through this situation."
"So, we want to take a gamble with the young master and decide the outcome in a duel."
"We lose. Each of us will take out ten fourth-level spiritual stones and give them to the young master."
"If you lose, how about handing over your fortune?"
After saying that, he looked at Su Yi quietly.
Seeing this, Wen Zhongyuan, an old man in a gorgeous robe, couldn't help but be stunned. Five innate martial sects came to deal with a young man!?
Isn't this too bullying?
If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he wouldn't have believed that such extremely rude words came from the mouth of such a heinous figure as Situ Gong, the Blood Butcher Sword.
The young man in blue shirt Li Gui and the man in gold robe were also shocked.
Ten fourth-level spiritual stones!
Isn’t this a thousand third-level spiritual stones?
It should be noted that for martial arts masters, third-level spiritual stones are already considered precious.
The fourth-level spiritual stone is even rarer. It is said that even the Xiantian Wuzong is reluctant to waste it and will collect it as a valuable treasure and only use it when the cultivation level is broken.
But now, in a bet, every innate martial sect would take out ten fourth-level spiritual stones as bets.
It adds up to fifty yuan!
This was completely beyond Li Gui's imagination. It was like a beggar who heard about ten thousand taels of gold but had never seen that much gold. Naturally, he could not imagine how amazing its value was.
But Li Gui and the others realized that to be targeted by a big shot like Situ Gong, the fate of this green-robed young man was destined to be extraordinary!
For a moment, the way they looked at Su Yi changed, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.
Before, I only thought of him as a young man who could be criticized and scorned.
Who would have thought that such a young man would be qualified to be bet against by Situ Gong, one of the top ten martial arts sects?
terrible!
When Li Gui and the others thought of what they had just said, they felt terrified and terrified.
The only thing that reassures them is that Su Yi seems to be in trouble now and has no time to argue with little characters like them...
As for Miss Xiao He, there was deep worry between her eyebrows, and a hint of anger.
She was puzzled as to how the famous Xiantian Wuzong Situ Gong could be so shameless. This was not a bet, he was clearly here to grab something!
But he saw Su Yi burst into laughter and said: "Five innate martial sects are acting together, and they still want to make a bet. Are you too timid?"
There was unabashed sarcasm in his voice.
Situ Gong looked calm and said nonchalantly: "Young Master Su can easily kill a character like the Fire Sky King with a sword. He is no longer comparable to any grandmaster in the world. It is reasonable for us to be more cautious."
Kill the King of Fire Sky with Sword!?
Wen Chongyuan, Li Gui and others were stunned and stunned, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Su Yi said: "Although you are pretending to bet, you are here to rob things after all. If the bet is just a few spiritual stones, then it's okay not to bet."
Situ Gong frowned and said, "Then what do you want to bet on?"
"Bet on your life."
Su Yi said without thinking, "If I lose, I will let you do whatever you want. If you lose, life or death will be decided by me."
With a single word, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became extremely depressing.
Wen Zhongyuan and others were so nervous that they almost suffocated. Their faces were full of shock. They didn't expect that a young man like Su Yi could be so strong!
Situ Gong was silent.
He alone cannot have the final say on this matter.
"Bet with him."
In the distant night, a voice suddenly came, "I told you before, there is no need to go to such trouble, just do it."
Following the sound, an octogenarian man with sparse beard and hair walked in. He was dressed in a yellow robe, his eyes were cloudy, and he was holding a cane.
As he arrived, the air suddenly became scorching hot, like a big furnace burning the heaven and earth. The domineering and terrifying aura made the old man in yellow robes extremely intimidating.
Lieyang Zhenren!
Almost at a glance, Wen Zhongyuan recognized the identity of the old man in yellow robe.
This is an elder Xiantian Wuzong who became famous decades ago. He once served as the governor of a party and fought on the battlefield. His reputation is famous!
Su Yiwu sat there, only glanced at the old man in yellow robe, and then looked away.
He didn't know the other party's identity and didn't bother to ask.
However, based on what the other party said, Su Yi was sentenced to death in his heart.
"Brother Situ also didn't want to commit murder and seize treasures, so he adopted this compromise method. But obviously, this little friend Su Yi doesn't think so. Since he threatened to gamble his life, then
Just bet."
Another voice sounded.
Immediately afterwards, a beautiful woman in colorful clothes walked in. She wore bright makeup, but the weathered look between her eyebrows could no longer be concealed.
Her eyes were cold and filled with a frightening electric light. As soon as she came in, she looked at Su Yi and her voice showed a trace of pity, "I just hope that my little friend will not regret it."
Mrs. Tung Blossom!
Wen Zhongyuan's heart twitched violently, and his expression changed completely. This was an evil female devil. Thirty years ago, she had become famous all over the world, and made countless warriors in the world change their expressions.
In fact, whether it is Master Lieyang, Madam Tonghua, or Situ Gong, the Blood Butcher Sword, they have rarely appeared in recent years, as if they have retired.
But the younger generation may not know the rumors about them, but how could Wen Zhongyuan not know about them?
Su Yi's lips curled up with a faint smile, and he said, "Aren't there two more people? Let them come out too."
A faint sword chant sounded in the night outside Yuntao Temple.
Vaguely visible, a tall, thin man in white clothes stood in the distance, stroking his sword with his palm, murmuring softly: "People like me have no fear of life and death, so what's the point of gambling...?"
Wen Zhong looked from a distance and saw that the tall, thin man in white was like a sword, standing in the night, but it had the power to pierce the sky. He couldn't help but tremble in his heart, which... is this innate martial sect?
And as soon as the voice of the tall, thin man in white fell, a rough and heroic laughter rumbled throughout the world——
To be continued...