Xia Yu returned to the inn and immediately asked Xia Cai to go to various gambling houses to inquire about the odds, and then he entered seclusion.
Before, the natal sword formation he refined only had twelve flying swords, forming a small sword formation.
Now that we have a huge piece of Geng Essence, it is of course the first choice to refine the flying sword.
It's just that time waits for no one. It's too late for Xia Yu to refine a large sword array, so he can only try to do it slowly.
In the quiet room formation, the elixir fire was blazing, and the purest spiritual iron was melted into a silvery liquid. Xia Yu's eyes were like lightning, and he continued to cast spells, and countless impurities were removed.
Immediately, there were various auxiliary ingredients of varying amounts.
Refining the Lingbao Flying Sword is definitely not as simple as spiritual iron. In order to be strong, durable, extremely sharp, and obey the owner's wishes, various materials need to be added.
In other words, the material must first be refined into an alloy steel that can communicate with the mind!
Before shaping, sprinkle a little bit of heptene essence.
Suddenly, the spiritual liquid began to solidify.
Xia Yu's eyes narrowed, and he used his hands to create countless spells again.
After all, the temperature of the spiritual liquid is still very high at this moment, and the palms cannot touch it. The only way to do it is to press the magic formula, which is like hammering the flying sword over thousands of times to shape it.
Not long after, an extremely sharp flying sword appeared in Xia Yu's hand. He raised his hand and pointed, and the flying sword immediately pulled out a bright sword light and slashed straight down.
When he opened his mouth, the flying sword flew into his mouth and disappeared.
"Very good." He continued to build the second flying sword.
This cycle went on and on, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. He did not stop and made twelve flying swords.
In addition to the twelve he made before, there is now a sword array composed of twenty-four flying swords, and the power is more than doubled!
And today, it's time for his first spring competition.
"Sir, I asked about it."
Xia Cai saw him coming out of seclusion and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "There are a total of eighty-five people participating in this Spring League Lingxi realm competition, of which fifty are in the early stage of Lingxi realm and 28 are in the middle stage of Lingxi realm.
, there are only seven people who are in the late Lingxi realm. For each person, the gambling shop has offered different odds, and among them, the seven people with the highest calling for winning the championship have the lowest odds."
Xia Yu nodded after hearing this. The ones with the highest voices calling for the championship must be the seven late-stage Lingxi Realm players.
In fact, within the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the ancestors of the Changhe Realm were already a high-ranking existence, and the late Lingxi Realm was also very unusual. Not many people came to participate in the Spring Tournament.
He asked, "What are my odds?"
Xia Cai chuckled and said, "If it's a single game, it's okay, but if it's a championship, hehe, it's a bit ugly."
In a single game, it was Xia Yu and Shen Fanglang from Beihan City.
Xia Yu's winning odds are 1:3, and Shen Fanlang's odds are 1:1.5.
In other words, Shen Fanlang's chance of winning is twice that of Xia Yu, and Xia Yu's chance of losing is twice that of Shen Fanlang. After all, everyone is not optimistic about Xia Yu.
Although Shen Fanglang of Beihan City has just advanced to the Lingxi realm, he comes from the Shen family of Beihan City, a cultivation family with a strong cultivation tradition.
Xia Yu's birthplace is unknown.
Liu Jingcheng’s Xia family? What the hell?
"What about my odds of winning the championship?" Xia Yu smiled faintly and asked again.
Xia Cai was embarrassed for a moment and then said, "The odds of the young master winning the championship are 1:309."
"Haha." Xia Yu laughed.
In other words, no one is optimistic about Xia Yu at all. He wants to win the championship. It is just a joke. I am afraid no one will bet on him.
But the more this happens, the better it is for him!
If you are not optimistic about me, I will bet on myself. If I win, I will make a lot of money!
He doesn't have much cash in his hand, but he still has a few third-grade Huanglong Pills. Each pill is worth hundreds of spiritual stones. After selling them, he will have money.
At that moment, he gave the elixir to Xia Cai, asked Xia Cai to sell it into spiritual stones, and then put all his money on him.
Xia Caicai took only two steps, then turned back and said, "Sir, the pills you gave me last time also include a few second-grade and first-grade Huanglong pills. I also want to place a deposit on them."
Xia Yu smiled and said, "If you lose, you will be ruined."
"Young master will win!"
"Then just keep it."
After listening to the young master's promise, Hong Qi and Hou San also took out all the elixirs they had in exchange for money, and then staked them on Xia Yu.
In the end, a total of 1825 spiritual stones were collected, all of which were bet on Xia Yu to win the championship.
"Are these people crazy?" The gamblers who came to the gambling house all sneered.
"This afternoon it's Xia Yu's match against Shen Fanlang. As long as Xia Yu fails in this match, he will lose his qualification for advancement and all bets will be cleared."
In everyone's eyes, it is impossible for an unknown boy like Xia Yu to defeat Shen Fanlang. Wanting to win the championship is simply wishful thinking.
"Are you sure you want to all buy Xia Yu to win?" the gambling shop owner with a mustache asked again.
"Buy all Xia Yu to win the championship!" Xia Cai said loudly.
"All right."
He had seen too many people like Xia Cai. They were bad gamblers who specialized in betting on the odds with the highest odds, just in case they encountered a dark horse and got an upset and made a fortune.
But there are not so many dark horses and unpopular ones. The way of cultivation is about step by step. Xia Yu is on the same level as Lingxi. It is really a dream to win the championship.
After writing the gambling ticket, he handed it to Xia Cai.
Xia Cai saw that it was correct and then carefully put it away.
Someone behind him laughed and said, "It's useless to look at it. This is just a piece of waste paper! I've never heard of Liu Jingcheng and Xia Yu. If he can win the championship, I'll stand on my head and pee in the wind!"
Another person said, "I have heard something. I heard that Xia Yu practiced evil skills and destroyed all his meridians. Imperial Master Huangpu and Grand Master Qin both personally checked and found that there is no cure!"
"Shh, it's just this kind of trash."
"I still want to win the championship, but I will lose this game today!"
"Oshika Yu wins the championship? Idiot!"
Amidst the cynicism, Xia Cai ignored him and turned around to leave.
However, Hou San couldn't hold back his anger and turned around and said loudly, "Just wait and see! My young master will definitely win the championship!"
The Palace Square is crowded with people.
Three huge arenas have been built high up here, which are where the Spring Tournament is held. Tens of thousands of people from the Zhou Kingdom are crowded under the arena. This is the most important event every year.
In the world of spiritual practice, the strong are respected.
Those who compete in martial arts are the most popular.
Among them, the Lingxi realm competition, which was the strongest, received the most attention from everyone and was very lively. Even the palace walls were lined with princes and big shots.
Some people also compile a book of strong players who may win good results this time, find out their background and strength, and sell it to spectators.
Xia Yu took such a booklet in his hand.
The page he was looking at was a cultivator with a huge knife on his back. He was about forty years old, his face was vicissitudes of life, and there was a diagonal scar on his face, which made him look a bit ferocious.
The introduction next to it reads, "Beihan City has been a place where swordsmen have gathered since ancient times. The Shen family in Beihan City is as strong as the clouds. Shen Fanglang is a prominent figure in the younger generation of the Shen family. At the age of forty-two, , who has broken through the Lingxi realm, can be called a young genius, and his future is limitless."
"You're still called a young genius at the age of forty-two?" Xia Yu's mouth moved.
He raised his hand to flip through it again, and finally found himself on the last few pages. The introduction read, "Liu Jingcheng Xia Yu is not well-known, but it is said that he was in a coma for eight years, and when he woke up, he suddenly found immortality. It's a pity that the emperor
Pu Guoshi personally verified that this son is useless and will not be able to improve his cultivation in the future."
"Haha, one's cultivation level cannot be improved, and one's future is limitless. Even fools know who will win and who will lose. If I were that Xia Yu, I would simply not compete today, otherwise I would be embarrassed!"
In the crowd, someone laughed loudly.
At this time, someone from behind slapped him on the shoulder, "Brother, give way."
The man stepped aside slightly, and saw a young man in white walking past him with a giant, and walked directly to the third ring.
The face of this young man in white looks familiar.