Song Gu's breath was directly held, his face was pale and pale, and he sat down on the chair.

And the other people in the Sifang Pavilion were also trembling in horror, staring at Qi Yuan deadly.

Soon, they found that the corners of Qi Yuan's mouth were bright red, and Qi Yuan's face was very pale.

Qi Yuan is injured, and the injury is not light!

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"Big brother, your strength is so strong?" On the way back to Hongfu, Hong Peng was a little excited: "Even Qi Yuan is not your opponent, big brother, if you don't get it right, you can really become a holy son!"

"Maybe!"

"Big brother, tomorrow is the temple selection competition, I'm really looking forward to it!"

Back to Hong's house.

Su Ling and Hong Peng each went back to cultivate.

Meanwhile.

The Prince's Mansion.

"Father, I'm not lying, it's really Zheng Li, he wants to provoke a fight between the prince's mansion and the Hong family!"

Xiang Luo said a little angrily, she had already told her father what had happened, but her father didn't believe it.

"Luo'er, I know best what kind of person your eldest brother is, it may be that Hong Peng deceived you!" The middle-aged man sitting not far in front of Xiang Luo frowned and said, "Think about it, what good can it do to your eldest brother if you really provoke a fight between the prince's mansion and the Hong mansion?"

"But ......" Xiang Luo wanted to say something, but was stopped by the middle-aged man: "Okay, Luo'er, don't say it anymore, let's prepare well! Tomorrow's temple competition selection, you and your eldest brother will participate! I will find someone to arrange it temporarily!"

"What?" Xiang Luo was a little surprised: "I also want to participate?Father, I only have the realm of the early stage of the immortal realm, even if I participate, I don't have the slightest chance to become a saint!"

"The rules of this temple selection competition are a bit special, and it doesn't entirely depend on your own strength, you will know tomorrow, if you are with your eldest brother, there will be some care, and he will do his best to help you!"

The middle-aged man continued: "In addition, I also contact several other people to help you, if you are lucky, it is not impossible to become a saint!"

"This ......" Xiang Luo could only agree in the end, she understood her father's character, and what her father decided could not be changed.

Time flies.

Next.

"Big brother, Brother Xu, Brother Liu, let's go, let's go to Shengwutai !!" At the door of the Hong Mansion, Hong Peng said loudly and was full of spirits.

The Shengwu Terrace was built by the Proud Empire to welcome this year's Templar Trials.

Su Ling and the others were also looking forward to it, and they didn't say anything, along with Hong Peng.

Not much.

The four stopped.

Because, in front of me, there are really too many people, and there are so many people!

Rao is Su Ling was firm, and he was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

There are millions of onlookers alone, right? or more!

"Big brother, look, that's the Holy Martial Stage!" Hong Peng raised his hand and pointed forward and upward.

Following the direction of Hong Peng's finger, Su Ling saw a countertop made of spars.

It was the size of a football field, and it was propped up by several huge hedron pillars, standing in mid-air twenty or thirty meters high.

And below the spar platform, there are ant-like onlookers.

"Big brother, let's bet on !! first" Hong Peng said with a smile, very excited.

"Bets?"

"Well, there must be bets on this kind of grand event!" Hong Peng nodded heavily: "I'll take you there!"

Then, under the leadership of Hong Peng's forcible opening of the road, Su Ling, Xu Liuyin, and Wang Bufa followed behind, quickly approaching the spar platform.

After a stick of incense or so, in the midst of the bustle and noise, Hong Peng stopped.

"Big brother, that's where the bet is!"

Su Ling snorted and looked at a pavilion in front of him, which was crowded around 100,000 points, and there was no place to stand.

In the center of the pavilion, there is a long table, and a middle-aged man is recording who bets, how much, and so on.

Next to the long table, there is a skin one meter long and half a meter wide, and on top of the skin is a dense collection of names and odds.

"Big brother, it is said that behind the betting shop is the royal family of the proud empire, so there is still something to be seen from the odds of this betting shop!" Hong Peng said.

Su Ling nodded, looking at the name and odds on the animal skin.

The Son Bets:

Xiang Leng—1:1.01

Xiao Wusheng – 1:1.05

Xu Tiancang —1:1.08

"What a low odds!" Su Ling couldn't help but say.

Take Xiang Lin as an example, if you bet on him, you can earn 0.01 yuan crystals by betting on one yuan crystal.

In other words, if you bet on a hundred yuan crystals, you can get one, and the rate of return is simply too low.

Moreover, it is also marked on the animal skin that if there is an upper limit on the amount of bets, a single person shall not exceed 100,000 yuan.

Then if 100,000 yuan crystals are pressed on Xiang Lian's body, he will earn 1,000 yuan of Xuan Jing if he dies, which is too little.

And it must be lost, that is, it is a loss of 100,000 Xuanjing.

"Of course it's low, big brother, the Emperor Xiang Lin of the Proud Empire, Xiao Wuming, and Xu Tiancang are all in the top 100 on the hidden dragon list, and their strength is shocking, the probability of them becoming the Holy Son is almost 100%, how can the odds not be low?" Hong Peng whispered: "Big brother, you look at the other people......

Su Ling couldn't help but look down at Xu Tiancang.

Zhu Zizhe—1:3

Zheng Yingjie – 1:7

Wei Shaohui—1:15

Deng Xuan—1:30

Li Jin – 1:50

Zhao Zang—1:80

Su Ling – 1:100

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"Big brother, and you!" Hong Peng was excited!!

"En!" Su Ling sighed, and then glanced at Qi Yuan below him, and sure enough, the matter of defeating Qi Yuan by himself has been known by someone with a heart.

According to the odds, he is the No. 10 seed in the Holy Son, and above him, Xiang Lin and the three needless to say, the rest of Zhu Zizhe and the others are not weak, right?

"Big brother, let's take a look at the odds on the Holy Maiden's side!" Hong Peng said again.

The Holy Woman and the Holy Son are separated.

Each year's temple selection contest accepts three sons and two daughters.

In layman's terms, the men's side should be the top three, and the women's side should be the top two.

Non-interference.

It is precisely because there are only three places for the Holy Son, in terms of all odds, the odds of Xiang Lin and the three are extremely low, and starting from Zhu Zizhe in fourth place, it has increased significantly.

Everyone knows that even if Zhu Zizhe can rank fourth according to his strength, the possibility of becoming a holy son is very small, who made the number of holy sons exactly three?

couldn't help but look at the odds of the Holy Maiden.

Virgin odds:

Ji Piaoxue – 1:1.01

Su Xiuxiu – 1:1.05

Xu Feiying – 1:4

Zheng Xuan – 1:10

Yao Yuqing – 1:20

............

Su Ling continued to look down, and in the twentieth position, he saw a familiar name, Xiang Luo.

The county lord Xiang Luo also participated in the temple selection competition, which was beyond Su Ling's expectations.

"Who is Ji Piaoxue?" Su Ling asked, it turned out to be a 1:1.01 odds, which was the same level as Xiang Lian, which made Su Ling a little curious.