Snap!

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Yinglan slapped Zhao Yan on the face with his backhand.

With great force, Zhao Yan suddenly turned to one side and spit out two teeth.

The licking dogs originally planned to laugh, but were startled when they saw this.

Zhao Yan covered his face and looked confused. He had no idea what he had said wrong. Pei Ling had not given Senior Sister Sun face before. Senior Sister Sun had been holding a grudge for this for a day or two. Now he was helping Senior Sister Sun vent her anger.

Why did he get slapped instead?

Pei Hongnian was also stunned, but then his heart trembled, and he thought to himself: "Could it be that Junior Sister Yinglan is doing it for me..."

Just when he was thinking this, Sun Yinglan had already put on a smile and said to Pei Ling: "Junior brother Pei, it's been a long time. 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 spirit stones. I will take care of Junior Brother Pei Ling."

She secretly resented that she had finally taken the risk to get out of the inner sect's fight last time. As a result, during this outer sect competition, she originally wanted to see if she could find a few promising licking dogs, but who knew that the competition had not yet begun?

From the beginning, Zhao Yan, that bastard, mindlessly started to hate 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 spiritual stones... It would take Pei Hongnian several days to draw the talisman without eating or drinking to save it for her!

I originally planned to buy a dress and jewelry of the type that the partner likes when I find a suitable licker...

It really makes my heart hurt just thinking about it.

Thinking of this, Sun Yinglan gouged out Zhao Yan's eyes again and decided not to take this idiot out anymore. What a bad luck!

Regardless of whether his reputation is good or bad, Sun Yinglan's reputation in Huaiyin Peak is much greater than that of Pei Ling.

The banker had been asking about Pei Ling's situation before. After hearing this, he accepted the spirit stone without hesitation and complimented with a smile: "Senior Sister Sun has always had a unique vision. This Junior Brother Pei will definitely win."

Pei Ling felt strange. He hadn't seen Sun Yinglan for a while. Why did he seem to have changed his temper?

However, he didn't take it seriously. When Sun Yinglan 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, "My dear Cai Ke, may I ask which family your junior brother comes from?"

Pei Ling said calmly: "The Pei family in Luquan City."

When Cai Ke heard this, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he said: "It turns out to be Junior Brother Pei. Junior Brother Pei, please wait a moment."

As he said that, he poured out the spirit stones that Pei Ling handed over, checked them one by one, and repeatedly checked them against the sky. He even randomly selected a piece on the spot and held it in his palm to practice for a while. After confirming that it was a real spirit stone, he piled it up again.

He smiled and said, "Junior Brother Pei is awesome!"

He suddenly became enthusiastic and said, "Junior brother is new to me. It may be my first time betting. Let me introduce the method to junior brother."

"I have two methods of betting here. The first is to bet on the winner of the entire preliminary round. Just now, Senior Sister Sun was betting that Junior Brother you can get this spot; the second is to bet on the specific number of matches."

"The first one, you can place your bet now."

"In the second case, you have to wait until the draws are completed and the two sides of the specific match are known before the market can be opened."

"However, since Junior Brother has to go out in person, he can only bet on himself to win, not to bet on himself to lose."

After hearing this, Pei Ling nodded slightly: "The first way, I bet on myself to win."

Cai Ge immediately took out the prepared note: "Junior brother, please keep it. This is imprinted by my spiritual power. If it is counterfeited or tampered with, according to the sect rules, you will be fined ten times. Also, if you lose it, you will not replace it. You must acknowledge the ticket."

Don’t recognize anyone.”

Since Pei Ling is currently unknown in Huaiyin Peak, the odds are not high, just buy one and pay one.

After he collected the bills and left, another person came over to place a bet.

Cai Ge couldn't help being surprised when he saw the person coming, and quickly greeted: "Senior Brother Tian Congheng!"

"I bet on myself to win." Tian Congheng is a long-established disciple of Huaiyin Peak. He doesn't need to introduce the situation at all and just throws out the spirit stones. "These are eight thousand low-grade spirit stones. There are also three bottles of bone tempering pills and two bottles of gas."

Blood elixir and five bottles of Peiyuan elixir."

Cai Ke laughed dryly: "Senior Brother Tian, ​​I originally only accepted spiritual stones, but since it is my senior brother who is here, I have to give you some face. However, He Feng's strength is obvious to all, so he cannot give too high odds.

Already."

Tian Congheng frowned and asked: "What are the odds?"

"Twenty to one at most." Cai Ke smiled apologetically, "If senior brother feels it's inappropriate, then..."

As he spoke, he put the spirit stone and elixir back into Tian Congheng's hand, his rejection evident in his words.

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Pei Ling waited by the A-shaped ring for a while, and the registration was finally over.

At this time, three gongs sounded not far away. Immediately, a blue-robed deacon with copper marks embroidered on his sleeves walked up to the A-shaped ring and shouted: "The competition begins, A1, A2, come up!"

Soon, two monks jumped onto the ring and began to fight.

It seems that these two monks are both at the seventh level of Qi training. One is tall and the other is short. The tall one has a pale face and carries a sack behind his back with bulging bags. I don’t know what is inside; the short one has short and thick limbs and looks like a hole.

He is powerful and has a ferocious look.

The blue-robed deacon briefly explained the rules: "The outer sect competition does not limit means, regardless of life or death. Those who voluntarily admit defeat will be judged as losers on the spot, and the winner cannot be killed."

"Do you understand everything?"

The deacon looked around and saw that everyone, especially A1 and A2, were nodding, and some people crowded towards Cai Ke to start placing bets, so he got out of the ring and said, "Start!"

Before he finished speaking, bronze lines appeared all over the short monk's body, and two horns sprouted from his forehead. He suddenly activated his blue ghost fighting body, roared violently, and charged towards the tall monk.

The tall monk had an expressionless face and pulled off the sack behind him. A red and black corpse instantly stood in front of him. He also let out an angry roar and punched the short monk.

Bang bang bang bang...

The two sides were evenly matched, and the fight was back-and-forth.

"Kill him! Quick! Kill him quickly!"

"Kill me first, don't worry about the corpse puppet! That's right! Go around and kill... Damn it! Why did he avoid it!"

"Cut his head! Cut his legs! Cut his neck! Quick! Faster! You almost got it!"

"Kill, kill, kill! Kill them all!"

Pei Ling watched quietly. After a while, as the short monk let out a miserable cry, the corpse puppet with a broken arm knocked him out of the ring, winning the victory for his master.

"A-2 wins." The blue-robed deacon announced expressionlessly, "The next game will be A-3 vs. A-4."

A3 and A4 will appear later. The former has seven levels of Qi training, while the latter has eight levels of Qi training.

Seeing this, A3 almost didn't think about it. When the deacon called "start", he immediately surrendered.

The same is true next. Only when their cultivation levels are similar, two monks will take action. Once there is a difference in cultivation level, the one with the lower cultivation level will give in and step down without hesitation.
Chapter completed!