The mountains are yelling and the sea are tsunami. [.Com text] The people are roaring and the noise is like a tide!

The competition has not yet begun, but there are already dense cultivators in the square in front of Wuling Peak Wushuang Hall, crowded with people, black and dark like dark clouds, and many people fought openly and secretly, and there were a lot of frictions in order to compete for a favorable position.

Those who have strong cultivators come early.

Since the competition has been held, there are fewer and fewer competitions. There are fewer opportunities to watch the competitions of experts, and no one wants to miss it. This competition is far better than the previous one. Ordinary cultivators want to watch how the contestants use their sword skills in the competition. If you are lucky and have a little understanding, you will most likely improve your sword skills! There is also great hope to understand the sword skills!

In fact, it is not uncommon for someone to understand sword skills because of this!

Of course, only a few of those who can understand sword skills are after all. Even if they understand only force sword skills, they are enough to be proud!

Even if you cannot understand the sword skills, sharing your experiences with other practitioners while watching will be a great promotion and improvement for yourself! It is beneficial but not harmful.

It was still a while since the competition began, and the onlookers were in groups of three or five, discussing, guessing the trend of the competition, exploring sword skills, making friends, and making friends, and being very busy.

It is particularly lively in the southwest corner of the square.

In front of a square table, there were already a lot of cultivators, layer by layer, and everyone rushed forward, wanting to hear what the cultivator in white clothes was saying.

The white-clothed cultivator sat leisurely at the table with a warm smile on his face, answering questions from the cultivators around him.

"Who is the person with the highest odds today?" A man with a big back and waist squeezed out a group of cultivators and stepped forward and asked.

The white-clothed cultivator looked calm, looked at the crowd, and smiled: "The person with the highest odds today is still Luo Chen! His odds are 50 per penalty!"

"One compensation is fifty!" As soon as this was said, all the practitioners took a breath of air conditioning.

"The odds are too high!" a red-clothed cultivator exclaimed.

"If Luo Chen really won the first place, wouldn't it be a big profit to buy him!" A cultivator in the early stage of Lingji said with a look of yearning.

"Buy him?" A late-stage cultivator in the black-clothed Lingji squeezed in front and said contemptuously: "Does Luo Chen have any hope of winning the first place? Buy him, how much you buy, how much you lose, and you will lose all your money!"

As soon as these words were said, everyone suddenly realized and reacted. Looking at the white-clothed cultivator, anger couldn't help but appear on their faces.

This is clearly a fraud, and it is no different from fraud!

"This bet is too bad!"

"The odds of winning the first place are extremely low. Gu Yun's odds have dropped to one to two now!" Someone said dissatisfied.

"That's right, Luo Chen couldn't get the first place at first sight. The odds are so high that he clearly wanted to deceive us on the spirit stone." Someone immediately complained.

The white-clothed cultivator was calm and looked at a group of cultivators. He immediately looked at the black-clothed Lingji period cultivators, staring at the black-clothed Lingji period cultivators, and asked, "Do you know who can win the first place?"

The black-clothed cultivator complained for a moment, looked at the white-clothed cultivator and shouted, "Are you nonsense? If I knew, I would have bought it secretly, so how could I have no time to talk about it?"

There was a burst of laughter around him, looking at the white-clothed cultivator in a funny way.

The white-clothed cultivator looked calm and said with a smile: "You also said that I don't know who is the first in the competition, so I naturally don't know. Whether I can earn the spirit stone depends on you for your own judgment! The reason why I change the odds from time to time is that I judge myself! Whoever loses and who wins is unknown, this is the fun of gambling!"

The laughter weakened, and a group of cultivators began to listen seriously to what the cultivators in white clothes said.

The white-clothed cultivator looked at the crowd with a smile and said, "How dare you be extremely sure? Luo Chen will definitely not be able to win the first place? If he hides his strength and eventually wins the first place, with these fifty times the super high odds, those who buy him will count the spirit stones and get sour!"

"The same is true for other cultivators." The white-clothed cultivator continued: "I have different odds every day. You should judge based on your own judgment and bet on the participants you value. Whether you can make money is in your own hands! It has nothing to do with me! Gu Yun has great hope of winning the first place, and I have not stopped you and will not let you bet on Gu Yun!"

The cultivator in black opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by the cultivator in blue robe beside the cultivator in white.

The blue-robed cultivator looked at the crowd and encouraged: "Until now, even Gu Yun, who has the lowest odds, will still have one or two losses! He used to pay three losses! If you bet him and he really won the first place, the spirit stones in your pocket will be doubled immediately! Others have higher odds, so they will naturally earn the most!"

The cultivator of the green robe followed and said, "You can make a lot of money while watching the competition, why not do it?"

The three cultivators in white clothes bloomed with lotus flowers. After bombing the beads, the onlookers were stunned and immediately reacted. They agreed with what the three said, and all the cultivators were speechless.

As the three of them said, whether you can earn a spirit stone depends entirely on your own eyesight and judgment. As long as you can bet on the right cultivator, you will definitely make a profit without losing money!

The white-clothed cultivator looked at the crowd and said with a smile: "Our purpose in opening this bet is not to earn spirit stones, it is just a matter of excitement, to pass the waiting time, find fun and enjoyment. Therefore, I advise you not to think about making a fortune, thinking of making a big profit! There are indeed good things like this, and after the competition is over, there will definitely be someone who will make a big profit. But can you guarantee that you can become one of those people? If not, your spirit stones will belong to me. Think twice before you act, don't be angry."

After the words came to an end, many practitioners fell into deep thought. Those with feverish minds were much more rational. Everyone could not see the initial impetuousness, but the eyes of those who looked at the white-clothed practitioners were a little more praise and were inexplicably grateful.

Ask yourself, if they were white-clothed cultivators, they would never tell the bet cultivators about this, and they would wish everyone could bet tens of thousands of spirit stones.

The white-clothed cultivator said something from the heart and was extremely sincere. Everyone onlookers were infected and believed in it without doubt. No one complained anymore.

Complaints were eliminated invisibly, and a storm was resolved quietly by the white-clothed cultivator.

The late-stage cultivator of the Black-clothed Lingji period turned around and retreated in shame when he saw that the destruction could not be achieved.

The white-clothed cultivator looked through the crowd, looking at the direction the black-clothed cultivator left, thinking about something, a trace of coldness flashed in his calm eyes.

There were many people and a lot of people. After a brief period of calm, the crowd became lively again.

"What are the odds for Lin Mu today?" someone asked immediately.

The white-clothed cultivator smiled: "Lin Mu lost without a fight on the court, he must be recuperating, but if he loses one game, he will definitely cast a shadow on winning the first place. If I raise the odds again, you should scold me again. Today I will lower his odds and pay ten in one penalty!"

Someone suddenly said in the crowd: "Then we won't buy him today. We have lost, and now we have hope is becoming more and more slim."

"That's right, he shouldn't be afraid of Gu Yun and dare not play in the game?"

"The first is that it's impossible!"

Some people can't help but gloat.

The person who was besieging Lin Muxiu was nervous and worried on his face.

"Why is Lin Mu missing a game on the field?"

"Can he play in this game?"

"Will his odds rise later?"

A group of people care about it will be confused, and various problems arise one after another.

The three white-clothed cultivators were drowned in the voice and answered various questions constantly. The white-clothed cultivators were not irritated at all, and they always had a warm smile on their faces and were gentle and elegant.

"I believe Lin Mu will definitely make a comeback after he recovers from his injury." After a violent bombardment, the cultivator of the blue robe separated the crowd and said in a sweat.

The cultivators let the three of them go.

At this time, in front of Wushuang Hall, Qiu Weilang, the elder of Wushuang Sword Sect, announced: "The competition has officially begun!"

A group of people quickly turned around and focused on watching the competition.

Many cultivators kept wandering in front of the hall, but disappointingly, Lin Mu did not come today!

The cultivator who was obsessed with a shadow in his heart again.

Are you seriously injured? Have you ever given up?

So is there still hope to become the top four? Can you still win the first place?

Many people were full of confidence before, but now they couldn't help but look back and didn't know what to do. Some people began to consider whether to take out the last remaining spirit stone and then go to Guyun to earn back the capital.

The possibility of Lin Mu winning the first place is getting slim.

Even the white-clothed cultivator had no intention of earning spirit stones from him anymore, and did not take this opportunity to increase the odds, but instead lowered the odds!

The onlookers had different expressions and looked at the platform with different ideas.

At the beginning of the competition, the participants took the stage one after another, but on the third high platform, there was only one peak cultivator of the Lingji Period.

Many people's eyes were gathered on this high platform, with expectations on their faces and unwilling to give up.

"Lin Mu must come!"

"I bet him ten thousand spirit stones."

"Don't give up!"

Looking at the No. 3 platform, I was looking forward to it.

Standing on the high platform, Lian Shu was full of anticipation.

He hoped Lin Mu would not come.

He was not lucky before, and when he met two of them, they were both top experts. The first game was Gu Yun and he lost very badly! The second game was Xing Yun. He thought that he could win Xing Yun with his own strength, but it made him extremely strange. Xing Yun had never even used his sword skills. Just by using the combination of sword moves, he could not resist. Even if he used the forced sword skills, it would be irreversible. He even felt that his sword skills were not as powerful as Xing Yun's sword moves!

Originally, he could use real sword skills, but because his meridians were not strong enough, it caused great damage to himself. Although his sword skills were extremely powerful, when he saw Xing Yun's relaxed and freehand look, he simply gave up and left his strength to fight against the cultivator in the next game.

But he was also not sure about this match against Lin Mu.

Lin Mu was seriously injured before, and he also heard about it. Now, he only hopes that Lin Mu can continue to recover from his injuries with peace of mind and not come again!

His name is Lian Shu, but he doesn't want to lose in a row!

A sword light flashed, and Ju Bin, the judge, descended from the sky.

Ju Bin looked at Lian Shu and said lightly: "Lin Mu has not arrived yet. According to the rules of the competition, you need to wait for him for half an hour. If he still has not come, you will win this game!"

When Lian Shu heard this, he couldn't help but smile.

At this time, the competitions of other high platforms were in full swing.

Many people's eyes were attracted by the exciting competitions, but at this time, there were still many people looking around from time to time, hoping that Lin Mu would come.

Time flies, the fifth high platform, the lonely clouds swept the remaining clouds, and the powerful sword skills are frequently erupting, which has already defeated the opponent and won again!

He has won three consecutive victories!

The situation of the other high platforms is gradually becoming clearer and not far from the end, but Lin Mu still did not appear.

Half an hour was about to pass, and Ju Bin thought Lin Mu gave up again, so he couldn't help but announce: "This competition, Lian Shu..."

In one sentence, when he said the last word, it ended abruptly, and the word "英" was swallowed back to his stomach.

Ju Bin looked at the distance with a smile, and several sword lights flew towards him, which was Yin Xin's journey!

Lin Mu, very much in the list!

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