"Master Taihuang, a high-grade magic weapon against the wind. ”

"Wu Weizi, the top grade magic weapon Thousand Illusion Mirror. ”

"A hundred battles are real people, and the top grade is a piece of wind and thunder. ”

"Yu Chenghai, a copy of the jade broken gold body of the top-grade body refining exercises. ”

......

The more Ye Bai looked at it, the more frightened he became, many of the things in it could be regarded as treasures at the bottom of the box of a small sect, and they were all taken out as bets, and the madness of these monks can be imagined.

In the jade slip, there is not only the name of the bet taken out by the monk, but also the image of the monk's own head, in order to facilitate the search, Ye Bai looked around along the image in the jade slip one by one, and found that most of them were old monsters in the Yuan Infant stage, and most of the cultivators were in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and their faces were not good.

The things in the jade slip are not much worse just by looking at the introduction, but they didn't make Ye Bai feel particularly needed and excited, and when it came to the old monster, Ye Bai didn't plan to expose his net worth easily. After reading it, Ye Bai put down the jade slip and set his eyes on the ring in the center of the hall.

The dark game on the second floor is much simpler than downstairs, with only one ring. The ring was still tightly wrapped with prohibitions.

Fighting in the stands at this moment was a monk with a gloomy young appearance, and an elderly Taoist with a short stature, both of whom were monks in the early stage of Jindan, both of whom were bare-handed, did not use any magic weapons, and only fought with spells.

It's not difficult to understand, once it comes to magic weapons, there will be good and bad things, and the impact on the result is too great, so it's better to use spells directly.

Ye Bai took a closer look, and the spells of the two sides didn't seem to be much different, otherwise the great monks of the Tianluo Sect would be able to make many monks lose with a clanging sound if they pointed out a few hands behind their backs, and such a public anger, the Tianluo Sect still didn't dare to commit it.

The two of you come and go. The fight is not intense, and the competition is purely about the use and manipulation of spells. Although their spells are only of the middle grade, they don't know how many times they have been honed in order to survive, and their speed changes so quickly and their controls are flexible and delicate. Ye Bai, who was watching, couldn't help but nod secretly in admiration.

If these monks who survived the ring of life and death could see the light of day again, they would be even more terrifying than many monks of the same realm.

Ye Bai looked at it for a moment, his heart moved, and he stretched out his hand to beckon the female cultivator just now.

"Senior, what do you command?"

The female cultivator's voice was soft and glutinous, like a virgin.

Ye Bai said: "These monks on the stage are also the same as the mortals below. Is it because of the worship of your Tianluo Sect that he came to the stage to compete?"

The nun was stunned and said: "Part of it is to worship the loose cultivation of our Tianluo Sect, part of it is to be rescued by the elders when they went out, and it is necessary to pay off the saving grace before they can redeem the free body, and the other part is ......"

The female cultivator suddenly wanted to speak and stopped, Ye Bai's heart turned, and he immediately knew the remaining part. Nine times out of ten, he was arrested by the Tianluo Sect.

"I see. ”

Ye Bai nodded lightly.

The woman bowed and stepped aside obediently.

After most of the incense sticks, it was time for more. The young monk with a gloomy face finally slashed the short old man with a sharp fire blade technique, but he himself suffered a lot of injuries, covering the bleeding wound in his abdomen, and snorted miserably.

But no one paid attention to him anymore. The hall erupted in two neat clumps of ecstasy and sighs.

"Brother Baizhan, your Feng Lei Bu Lao Tzu has been thinking about it for hundreds of years, and today he finally borrowed Brother Nan's casino to get what he wanted. ”

An old man dressed in a crane and with a two-handful mustache stood up and smiled happily.

"Brother Yu is polite. It's all about your eyesight, and it has nothing to do with the old man. ”

On the chair under the ring, a middle-aged domineering man wearing a white brocade robe who had been closing his eyes slowly opened his eyes and said, and a ray of light inadvertently flowed through his eyes.

This person has the cultivation of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, it is the third elder of the Tianluo Sect who is in charge of the overall situation in the casino, Nanhualong, and on the table in front of this old man, there is still a row of jade boxes, which is supposed to be the bet that everyone gave him for safekeeping.

Bai Zhan Zhenren was a tall white-haired old man with a square face and a cold expression, and he first glared at the gloomy monk in the ring fiercely, and then said slowly: "Brother Yu, my wind and thunder steps are extremely profound, even if you get it, you may not be able to succeed in cultivation." ”

The old Dao surnamed Yu is Yu Chenghai mentioned in the jade slip, and the old man jokingly said: "Brother Baizhan can cultivate successfully with such eyesight, what am I worried about?"

After speaking, hahadaxiao, there is no one around.

Baizhan Zhenren was ridiculed by him, and immediately his eyes were full of anger, but he was helpless.

The old man surnamed Yu accepted it when he saw it, his face was straight, and he arched his hand and said: "Brother Baizhan, I agreed, in fact, you should be glad that you took out a method, and it is just one more person to learn, if it is a high-grade magic weapon, it will be gone without a trace." ”

Baizhan Zhenren snorted coldly and sat down silently.

The monks who won went to Nanhualong's table one after another, took back their treasures and the bets they had won, and of course paid a large sum of spirit stones. But compared to what you get, it's clearly worth it.

In the next competition, it seems that there will be some time, and all the cultivators have been talking about it, Ye Bai is not familiar with them, so he naturally can't interject, but after listening for a while, he has gained a lot of knowledge.

None of the monks left during this period, and it seems that they all have a good net worth.

After nearly a pillar of incense, Nanhua Long stood up leisurely, coughed dryly twice, released an invisible pressure, and the field suddenly fell silent.

Nanhualong said softly: "Everyone, the two people who appear below, one is Qi Rui, a famous young cultivator from our Western Qin Kingdom, and the other is a foreign monk called Han Yu, but the means are also quite good, both of them have won many games in a row, and it can be said that the chess and drums are equal." In the end, it is very difficult to say who will win, but it is still necessary to test your eyesight. ”

After finishing speaking, Nanhualong took out a mirror-like magic weapon and threw it into the void, and suddenly the light shone brightly, and a water-like light curtain extended from the center of the mirror, until it became seven or eight zhang long, and five or six zhang wide before stopping.

When Ye Bai was puzzled, the scene of two monks fighting suddenly appeared on the light curtain.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this person is Qi Rui. ”

Nanhualong pointed to one of the monks.

Ye Bai looked at it with his fingers, this person's cultivation in the later stage of foundation building, his appearance can be regarded as heroic, but his face is indifferent and abnormal, and his shots are quite ruthless, his image is constantly changing, every time this person defeats an opponent, he almost does not suffer major damage, and the hardness of his body seems to be quite good.

The other monks in the hall also watched quietly, their eyes sharp and their judgments in their hearts.

After a while, the image changed again, and there was another fight scene from the old one of the monks named Han Yu. This person is also a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, and most of the games he wins rely on a set of strange steps to defeat his opponent.

After a while, the light and shadow dissipated, and Nanhualong withdrew the mirror magic weapon and said: "These two images are the battle between these two people within half a year, and in the past half a year, there has been no major breakthrough in the strength of the two, you can rest assured that you can make a judgment based on these two images, of course, the old man can't guarantee whether they are hiding their strength, if so, the old man promises that it has nothing to do with our Tianluo Sect." ”

This passage can be described as extremely sleek, and neither side can be offended.

Everyone pondered for a moment, and soon each reported their bets, and soon after, the female cultivator took a jade slip again and handed it to Ye Bai.

Ye Bai glanced at it a few times, but there was still no movement, just watching, there were many monks like him, scattered in the corner, all expressionless.

Soon, after the other monks made their bets, the battle began, and in the end, it was the monk named Qi Rui who won the game.

The competition was one after another, and most of the day passed quickly, and the many monks who lost began to pick up the old bottom, and there were many treasures, but there was still nothing Ye Bai liked.

"Fifty thousand high-grade spirit stones can be regarded as a waste. ”

Ye Bai sighed secretly in his heart, got up and was about to leave.

At this moment, the image of the monk in the next game appeared on Nanhualong's mirror magic weapon.

Ye Bai's eyes suddenly certain, showing a look of disbelief, and muttered, "How can it be this guy?" (To be continued......)