"That's not sure. This little junior sister is a seventh-grade immortal. The average seventh-grade immortal is on the fifth floor. The sixth-grade immortal is already very excellent. However, for the sake of her being a beauty, I bet she is the sixth-grade immortal."

At this time, these disciples were guessing how much the final test result of Murong Ningyue could be. The nine sword-controlled styles were divided into nine levels, one layer was one style, and one style contained thousands of changes.

Therefore, it is very difficult to master one more move. The so-called Sword Immortal of the current leader of the Tibetan Sword Sect is only between the eighth and ninth levels. It is said that if you fully master all the changes in the nine-stage style of the sword, you can break through to the ninth level of the ninth level of the ninth level of the sword and enter another level.

As a new disciple who has just arrived in the Extreme Immortal Realm, everyone generally does not like Murong Ningyue. The most people bet on Murong Ningyue on the fifth floor, and a few people bet on Murong Ningyue on the sixth floor. As for those who go up, no one bet on them.

"Hey! I said, have you all bought it? The test is about to begin. Once the test begins, you can't bet anymore. Those who have not placed a bet yet must hurry up!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded and said, "I bet Murong Ningyue and can reach the seventh floor!"

The audience was shocked as soon as this statement came out. No one believed that Murong Ningyue could reach the seventh level. You should know that many eighth-grade immortals in the Tibetan Sword Sect had the nine levels of sword control.

Therefore, these disciples all felt that the person who was begging Murong Ningyue on the seventh level must have his brains burned out, but when this person appeared, all of these disciples stopped talking.

Because the person who bet Murong Ningyue on the seventh level was not someone else, but the elder of the Tibetan Sword Sect was uneven!

"What's wrong? Why are you all standing there? Can't I bet? This elder won't bully the small ones with the big ones. Here are 100,000 top-grade fairy stones, I bet them all!"

At this time, the disciple who was a villager finally reacted and said respectfully to Lu Buping: "Elder Lu, are you interested in this too? Of course, it's okay for you to place bets, but is it a bit risky for Murong Ningyue, a disciple who has just advanced to the seventh level, to bet on the seventh level?"

Logically speaking, if someone bets an unpopular person as a banker, he should be happy, but at this moment, the disciple actually began to persuade him to be uneven. It seemed that because the other party was an elder, he had the intention to please him.

But Lu Buping didn't seem to buy it, and shouted to the disciple: "What are you doing so long-windedly? I said that the seventh floor is the seventh floor, so please remember it for me!"

Hearing Lu Buping say this, the disciple could only obediently record Lu Buping's 100,000 top-grade spirit stones, and at this time Murong Ningyue's test finally began.

When Murong Ningyue walked to the cliff, she felt that there seemed to be a force in the cliff that had penetrated into her mind. Then her soul seemed to be trapped in the cliff, and the figures in the cliff were alive at this moment.

At this time, the entire cliff wall was divided into nine parts according to the form of a nine-cup grid. The first part was Murong Ningyue at this time. The living villain was a handsome young man, wearing a white dress, and a flying sword was floating in the air.
Chapter completed!