The eleventh black wave surged from the endless ocean.
In an instant, the martial arts form became more solidified, and the spiritual power it exuded had already made many Jindan realm masters present look moved.
"Ten jars of monkey wine!"
Sun Wujie was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
Sun Wuyun's face looked like he was constipated. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he heard Sun Wujie yelling: "You don't want to say it, don't count it. Everyone is listening. If word spreads, the tribe leader's face will be turned upside down."
Where to put it?"
Sun Wuyun was choked and glared at Sun Wujie fiercely, "I won't give it to you."
While he was talking, he took out five jars of monkey wine and threw it to Sun Wujie. Seeing that Sun Wujie was still staring at him, he blushed slightly and shouted: "I will give the rest another day, and I will rely on you."
"If you want to be shameless, I will admit it."
Sun Wujie turned over his hand and put away the monkey wine, knowing that Sun Wuyun would not be able to take out so much at the same time.
After all, according to the quota, each tribe leader can only receive two altars a year.
Sun Wujie won twice in succession, and he was in high spirits for a while.
Taken together, there are forty-five altars, which is equivalent to two years' share. Although Ning Yi was promised a 37-7 share, there were still thirty altars left.
It's just that he did it like this.
The heads of each tribe were looking at their own bets, and their interest suddenly lost most of them. They even looked at Sun Wujie with something wrong.
The four mountain-protecting generals had their duties and did not enter the Holy Land.
Mr. Xu and the White Ape King stayed out of the matter and did not participate.
However, Sun Wujie's good luck in winning both sides in a row inevitably made the two of them look a little sideways. Of course, the one they paid most attention to was Ning Yi.
Compared to the thirty-six tribe leaders, they are more proficient in the martial arts in the Holy Wall.
In such a short period of time, they realized the two movements one after another, and the meaning they represented was much clearer than these clan leaders.
The White Ape King didn't know what he was thinking of, and wisps of light appeared in his pale eyes from time to time.
The realization continues.
After Ning Yi, the other three white apes successively understood the same move.
Not long after, Sun Bulie also understood the eleventh form and was on par with Ning Yi.
At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Ning Yi in unison, with anxiety and expectation. Should we stop here, or continue to lead.
If it is the latter, it is basically certain that Sun Wujie will win.
In the vast ocean, Ning Yi realized two moves in a row, and his soul gradually stabilized.
He also unexpectedly discovered that if he didn't realize it as soon as possible in the face of that earth-shattering and ghost-like blow, his soul would be destroyed by the terrifying true meaning of martial arts.
However, when the soul is about to be broken into pieces, it will become more condensed and pure.
Its effect is actually several times better than the Soul Sword.
This discovery made Ning Yi change his original idea and not be in a hurry to realize the breakthrough.
The gap between broken and unbroken is like walking a tightrope.
If you take one wrong step, your soul will be shattered. At worst, you will become an idiot, and at worst, you will die. Such a dangerous behavior has never been attempted by the white ape family, and all the white apes who have understood it in front of the holy wall have never attempted such a dangerous act.
After all, whether you are enlightened or not is not under your control at all.
This is not the case with Ning Yi. He can understand whenever he wants.
The dangerous tightrope walking behavior became controllable in Ning Yi's eyes.
The great terror between life and death also has great opportunities.
Wandering between broken and unbroken water, between life and death.
Ning Yi endured the fear and the impact of the torrent of knowledge on his soul. The resilience of his soul gradually became stronger at a perceptible speed.
Prior to this, Ning Yi's soul quality was close to the golden elixir realm.
At this time, the effort has improved a bit, and it has been infinitely approaching the golden elixir realm, and the soul has gradually transformed into fine golden sand.
The soul of the golden elixir realm is like a hundred-refined gold sand, every grain of it is crystal clear.
If you take a step forward and reach the Nascent Soul realm, your soul will be condensed like a golden thread, which is extremely sharp and can easily destroy ghosts and evil objects.
To be cultivated to the realm of divine transformation, the divine soul will take form.
It can escape from its shell and travel thousands of miles in an instant. It can survive even if its body is destroyed, and it can be reborn in its shell.
These magical powers have transcended the ordinary world.
Therefore, monks who are above the realm of transformation into gods are also respectfully called Earth Immortals.
It is for the land gods.
Ning Yi secretly used the true meaning of martial arts in the holy wall to condense his soul.
Outside, the apes looked on eagerly.
boom……
Accompanied by a huge sound of waves, the twelfth wave emerged.
All the white apes were shocked, and then their faces showed expressions of ecstasy.
It's not Ning Yi, it's Sun Bulie.
Ning Yi was one step behind, fearing that in response to the speculations of the apes, his accumulated resources had been exhausted.
The White Ape King's eyes flickered slightly, as if he thought of something, and the light in his eyes suddenly became brighter.
Under Mr. Xu's broad sleeves, his hands could not help but clenched.
"Haha, it's not certain who will lose and who will win."
"Laojie, prepare the monkey wine in advance. Tsk tsk, thirty-five jars, I'm afraid some people will drink from mountain springs in the past two years."
Sun Wuyun laughed loudly, he was unlucky, but seeing that Sun Wujie was even more unlucky than him, he felt much happier.
Sun Wujie felt uneasy, thinking that this boy might not really have exhausted all his potential.
However, there was no expression on his face. He glanced at Sun Wuyun with disdain and said, "It's too early to talk big. Be careful about the retribution in this world."
Sun Wuyun's expression froze slightly, and he was about to speak out a counterattack, but when he thought of the previous scene, he felt frightened in his heart, snorted coldly, and secretly swallowed the words back.
After this incident, the apes' enthusiasm for gambling increased again.
It was boring to wait, so they organized small gambling games and took the opportunity to play a few games. However, their eyes always fell on Ning Yi, wondering if he would make another breakthrough.
boom……
After Sun Bulie, there was a wave of breakthroughs.
The other eight monkeys have made breakthroughs one after another, and their progress has caught up with Ning Yi.
On the contrary, Ning Yi not only failed to achieve any breakthrough in stick skills, but the expression on his face also changed drastically, as if he was at a critical moment of life and death.
Seeing this scene, the clan leaders became more and more calm.
Only the world of Sun Wu is getting darker and darker. Judging from Ning Yi's appearance, is it possible that he can't even comprehend the twelfth stick technique at this point?
Time passed quietly, and Sun Bulie figured out the thirteenth form.
Five of the remaining eight apes have already understood the twelfth form.
There was still no movement on Ning Yi's side.
Soon, the other three apes also understood the twelfth form. So far, only Ning Yi was still at the tenth form.
At this point, the situation seems to be a foregone conclusion.
Even if Ning Yi was lucky enough to be able to comprehend the twelfth form, he would probably stop there.
All the white apes breathed a sigh of relief. Sun Wujie was afraid that he would lose.
"Lao Jie, do you want to make a bet?"
Sun Wuyun finally jumped out with confidence and laughed and said: "Let's bet on how many moves Sun Buxiang can master. I guess we will stop at the twelfth move. If it exceeds one move, I am willing to pay a jar of monkey wine. If you lose
Now, I only accompany you, do you dare to play again?"
"Haha, count me in."
"Together, together."
Everyone laughed and expressed their participation.
Of course, most of them are jokes.
As long as Sun Wujie is not stupid, I'm afraid he won't agree.
Sun Wujie had a dark face. Before he could curse the word 'fuck off', Mr. Xu's message suddenly came to his ears, "Promise them, if the clan leader loses, the wine will be mine. If he wins, I will take 30% of the proceeds."
