Both of them are at the eighth level of foundation building, and this battle is generally regarded as the first battle of the opening, so the two of them naturally need to try their best.
At the spectator seat, Cai Qisheng, who was sitting in the middle, was still closing his eyes and concentrating. Cai Qianzhuo, who was standing aside, came to the side and whispered in Caiqisheng's ear:
"Sir, do you want to place a bet? Just now, someone seemed to be placing bets."
Hearing what Cai Qianzhuo said, Cai Qisheng opened his eyes and asked: "Interesting, help me bet a thousand high-grade spiritual stones. I bet that the person on the right can win."
After hearing Cai Qianzhao say that someone was placing bets, Caiqisheng smiled and said.
Presumably, these people came here to watch the battles between the disciples of the Seven Sects. The real purpose is to earn spiritual stones through this method. And this kind of thing is considered gambling. The winners make a lot of money, but the losers make a lot of money.
, and might go bankrupt.
For Saint Caiqi, these thousand high-grade spiritual stones are quite a lot for him. The spiritual stones he has brought out now are only about ten to twenty thousand yuan at most, and this is already his entire net worth.
After handing the spirit stone to Cai Qianzhuo, Cai Qisheng closed his eyes again.
For him, this kind of battle has no sense of watching at all. All he has to do now is just wait for time.
After a while, Cai Qianzhao came back.
"Sir, the bet has been placed."
After Cai Qianzhao came back, she said respectfully.
Caiqisheng nodded.
And on this towering competition platform, two figures were fighting fiercely on it, with roaring sounds from time to time, and explosions full of momentum.
Not long after, the winner was decided, and it was this disciple from the Tianxing Sect who was the better one.
"I lost."
The Disciple of the Fiery Fire Sect spoke weakly. His whole body was now covered with scars, and there was a trace of bright red blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"You are very strong. If I confront you head-on, I will definitely lose to you."
The Tianxing Sect disciple said in a respectful tone.
As the winner was decided, many monks who were sitting in the spectator seats and watching the battle all beat their chests, obviously they were very sad.
This Tianxing Sect disciple was also recorded on another recording jade talisman, and he naturally successfully advanced to the next group.
"What are the odds of the bet?"
After seeing that he had won the bet, Cai Qisheng asked Cai Qianzhuo at the side.
"Two to one, the odds of Agni Fire Sect are one, while the odds of Tianxing Sect and other sects are two."
Cai Qianzhao explained.
"It seems I made a lot of money this time."
Caiqi Sheng smiled and said.
Sometimes gambling is like this. When you win a game at the beginning, you will be very excited and want to fall in. But once you fall in, you will definitely lose everything. Of course, this is for monks who have no entertainment projects.
For them, this so-called gambling-like prediction is entertainment that they can’t put down.
Of course, they will devote more time to practice, and naturally few monks will become addicted. After all, not every monk can easily improve their realm. What they are more afraid of is that no matter how much they earn, they will lose their lives.
It is also a futile effort and a waste of life.
(Note: A small gamble brings happiness, but a big gamble can ruin a family. I hope everyone will pay attention to this, a casual warning.)
"Next group."
After Du Limin recorded the name of the winner on the jade talisman in his hand, he once again spread his spiritual power and spoke out.
As he finished speaking, he saw two people coming to the competition stage.
"start."
After opening the formation barrier, as Du Limin's voice fell, he saw two disciples from different sects fighting each other.
Buzz——
The spiritual energy vibrated, and the speed of the two attacks was very fast. Just by meeting each other, the two of them had already fought dozens of times.
The two people performed their skills very powerfully. Waves of air exploded and surged. The two were equally powerful. They fought fiercely for a long time. Each of them only hurt the other with one blow, and the overall aura was slightly weak.
After taking a few breaths, the two figures started to move again.
Rumble——
Bang buzz——
The back-and-forth techniques collided with each other and produced fierce explosions. The figures of the two of them were like ghosts, appearing and disappearing sometimes.
Countless gravel flew up from the competition platform until the ground cracked, and the fighting scene was very fierce.
The battle fell into a stalemate for a while. After a full two hours, the two stopped. Their auras were already very weak.
However, after just taking a few breaths, they started moving again.
The skill appeared again and headed towards each other with the force of thunder.
As long as who among them is at a disadvantage, most of the people in the spectator seats will have worried expressions on their faces, and when who is at the upper hand, they will smile. It changes back and forth like this, very obviously.
If you ask them why they are like this, the answer is obvious, that is, they bet a lot of spiritual stones between the two of them.
The fierce battle between the two sides continued like this for another half hour, and by this time their spiritual energy was almost exhausted.
Both of them had tired looks on their faces.
"I have to admit that you are very strong, Huh! Huh! Huh!!!"
"You're not bad either. It seems that both of us are about the same strength now. It depends on who has the stronger perseverance and can hold on longer at the last moment."
The two men panted loudly. Although their faces were full of exhaustion, their vigilance did not decrease much.
drink--
The two of them seemed to feel that they had rested enough, and shouted loudly at the same time and rushed towards each other.
boom--
The two of them flew away from each other and retreated at the same time.
"Come again!"
The two of them spoke to each other in synchronicity, but because they kept performing their exercises just now, their spiritual energy was almost exhausted.
Now all they can rely on is the strength of their physical bodies and who has better perseverance.
"Don't lose, don't lose, never lose."
"Don't lose, I invested most of my spiritual stones."
"Hold on, you must be behind before you fall, you must win!"
...........
What is surprising is that all the monks watching the battle spoke out from the bottom of their hearts.
"drink--"
The two people on the fighting stage can only compete with their fists now. Their faces are bruised and swollen, almost like pig heads.
As the two of them let out loud shouts at the same time, they were punched in the face and fell backwards.
This time they did not use spiritual weapons, but just attacked with their fists.
"It seems that I won without using any spiritual weapon."
The man who was kneeling on the ground with his legs and hands on the ground gasped and made a sound, but he was very weak now and his voice was not loud.
In front of him, there was a man lying on the ground panting heavily, panting heavily but having difficulty even turning over. It was obvious that he lost, but he did not lose unfairly, at least their combat prowess levels were similar.