Watching An Pingsheng leave, the monk looked calm. After registering a few more people, he saw a monk with a pale face and a sinister expression slowly stepped forward: "Duan Congheng, ninth level of Qi training."
After seeing his name registered, Duan Congheng randomly drew a lottery ticket.
"A-11." The monk threw the lot to Duan Congheng: ""A-shaped arena, your opponent is A-shaped arena, number 12."
The monk glanced at the lot and said the same, "After everyone has drawn the lot, the competition will begin immediately. You first go to the A-shaped ring and wait. Remember, if you don't come on stage after calling your name three times, you will be considered as
To give up.”
Duan Congheng glanced at the opponent, then showed a bloodthirsty smile, turned around, and strode towards the A-shaped arena.
An Pingsheng was waiting beside the A-shaped ring.
The competition is very lively. Although it has not started yet, there are already crowds of people near the ring.
There are also people who sit on the spot and bet on the winner of the preliminary round.
An Pingsheng originally wanted to win by betting on himself and make a small profit, but when he went over to ask, the dealer didn't list his name at all.
However, although he had never heard of An Pingsheng at all, he could still see that An Pingsheng had a higher level of cultivation than himself, so the dealer was quite friendly: "Senior brother, I don't know which arena the An Bohu you want to beat is in."
?What cultivation level? What is your major? Weapon level? Mastery of escape magic? And..."
"Where did this useless casual cultivator come from? What does something like the Immortal Competition have to do with him? Are you pressuring himself? It's so funny!" Before he finished speaking, a sneer suddenly came from not far away, "Dealer, are you not?
Do you think you have too many spiritual stones and your hands are burning?"
An Pingsheng's eyes turned cold, and he turned around to look, only to see a male cultivator looking at him with disdain. In front of him, there was a female cultivator in gorgeous clothes, surrounded by green beads, dressed up in a gorgeous way, licking a dog at her side.
Around, Chen Ziling was also among them.
Seeing An Pingsheng, Chen Ziling suddenly frowned: "An Bohu! Where have you been during this time? Do you still dare to appear here?"
Before An Pingsheng could answer, the male cultivator who had spoken sarcastically before had already said, "Haha, Junior Brother Chen, this is the An Bohu you mentioned as ruining your good deeds! He's just an ordinary-looking unknown cultivator!"
Snap!
As soon as she finished speaking, Lan Tinglian slapped Wu Youwei on the face with her backhand.
With so much force, Wu Youwei suddenly turned to one side and spit out two teeth.
The licking dogs originally planned to laugh, but were startled when they saw this.
Wu Youwei covered his face, looking confused. He had no idea what he said wrongly. He was now venting his anger on Junior Brother Chen, whom Senior Sister Lan was optimistic about, so why did he get slapped instead?
Chen Ziling was also stunned. Aren't we in the same group?
Just as he was thinking this, Lan Tinglian put on a smiling face and said to An Pingsheng: "This junior brother looks very handsome. We are rude. Senior sister is very optimistic about you!"
As he spoke, he moved his lotus steps and walked up to the banker: "This is one hundred spiritual stones. I will bet on this junior brother."
She secretly resented that she had finally taken the risk to extricate herself from the sect's struggle.
As a result, I originally wanted to take advantage of this fairy competition to see if I could find some promising licking dogs. Who knew that the competition hadn't even started yet, but Wu Youwei, a bastard, thoughtlessly aroused hatred for her.
In order to avoid getting into trouble, she had to take out a hundred spiritual stones and throw them away.
This is a full hundred spirit stones, and it would take several days for the licking dogs to draw the talismans to save enough for her!
Originally, I planned to find a suitable dog licker, so I bought a dress and jewelry of the type that the partner likes.
It really makes my heart hurt just thinking about it.
Thinking of this, Lan Tinglian gouged out Wu Youwei's eyes again and decided not to take this idiot out of the house anymore. What a bad luck!
If she, Lan Tinglian, hadn't had a pair of discerning eyes and could see the monks' fighting power and potential, she wouldn't have been tricked to death by these licking dogs.
Regardless of whether the monk in front of her was famous or not, when Lan Tinglian looked at An Pingsheng, she seemed to see the shadow of a tiger behind the monk.
Unspeakable evil!
He must be a murderous man who kills without blinking an eye. Is there nothing to mess with him?
The banker had been asking about An Pingsheng's situation before. He accepted the spirit stone without hesitation and complimented with a smile: "Senior Sister Lan has always had a unique vision. This fellow Taoist An will definitely win."
An Pingsheng was wondering, is this female cultivator very famous in Taixu Sect? How come this banker seems to have changed his temper?
Even Chen Ziling did not stay to cause trouble for him, and followed Lan Tinglian and left.
However, he didn't take it seriously. When Lan Tinglian led many licking dogs away, he said to the dealer: "This is 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones. I will bet on myself."
"Ten thousand low-grade spiritual stones?" The banker was startled when he heard this. He did not accept the spiritual stones immediately, but cupped his hand, "I'm under Niu Kee. May I ask which family your senior brother comes from?"