Zhang Zhexuean, who returned to the camp, slept all night. As soon as he got up early in the morning, he heard a noisy sound outside the tent. He hurriedly got up and walked out to see what had happened before he could wash up. When he walked out of the tent, he happened to see Jun Modao walking out of the tent next to him, and said, "Brother, I don't know what happened, there was noisy outside."

Jun Modao looked around and said, "It's not ours, go and have a look."

The two of them jumped up and saw a large group of people surrounding them in the distance. This is the best thing in the world of immortal cultivation. They never worry about having no place to stand and they can't squeeze out the ground. Everyone can stand in the air.

"Brother, what happened inside?" When Zhang Zhexue and Jun Modao arrived, the ground was surrounded tightly, so they grabbed someone next to him and asked.

The man came earlier and knew something, so he said, "I heard that it was the people from Juxian Sect who went to find female cultivators from Yinyang Sect to exchange their experience in practicing. They were driven out and felt that they had lost face. They relied on the many people to surround Yinyang Sect. The ancient sword sect was not accustomed to the shameless virtues of Juxian Sect, so they came forward to scold, and they also started arguing."

Zhang Zhexue had long known that Juxianmen and the Ancient Sword Sect have always been not harmonious, so it is normal to take advantage of this opportunity to engage in friction. However, the people on both sides have been arguing all the time, but they just refuse to take action, which made him feel boring.

"Brother, will you help me if I do something later?" Zhang Zhexue suddenly turned his head and asked Jun Modao.

Jun Modao smiled and said, "Help, that's a must. Tell me, who do you want to hit?"

Zhang Zhexue said: "Of course, they are the guys from the Juxian Sect. I have a good relationship with the Gu Jian Sect."

Niu Buhui also squeezed in from behind at this time. When he heard the conversation between the two of them, he said, "Then beat those from the Juxian Sect. What's there to say? Third brother, should we make things worse?"

Zhang Zhexue laughed and said, "I'll do this, just follow me and make a fuss." After that, he turned around and squeezed out.

Zhang Zhexue, who had been walking around outside, looked like a short and fat man. He squeezed to the place where there were the most crowds, lowered his head and shouted loudly: "Are you still a man from Juxianmen? He was scolded by others and dared not take action. What's the difference between you and your mother's old ladies?" When he shouted here, Jun Modao and the people from Junjiabao laughed.

"What other immortals are gathering in the Immortal Gathering Sect? Let's just mess with Yin and Yang Sect."

After Zhang Zhexue shouted, there were more than Jun Modao and a group of people who started to make a fuss. Then someone shouted: "The Juxian Sect is all a bunch of eggless people, and they can only shout. It's so shameless. There are three major sects! Let's go home to raise children."

After a few words, the people from the Immortal Sect couldn't stand it anymore. A high-level foundation-building cultivator jumped into the air and roared angrily: "Who is it? Have the courage to come out and fight against it?"

Zhang Zhexue had already changed his seat and shouted: "Why don't you see the Gu Jian Sect say that? Are you scared by the Gu Jian Sect so much that you dare not say one?"

Everyone around you knows that someone is deliberately trying to make trouble at this time, but the matter is not about himself, and there is fun to watch, so why not do it? Therefore, every time Zhang Zhexue finished shouting, everyone present would coax, including the Gujian Sect, and they shouted loudly.

Jun Modao turned around and whispered to Niu Buhui and the others. Niu Buhui and others walked out with a smirk on his face and ran to every corner.

"The Juxian Sect is all eggless. It is capable of calling the ancient sword sect. What kind of guys are you going to bully other girls?"

"It's normal? What big things can an eggless person do? This has always been like this."

....

For a moment, the entire gathering place was full of ridicule and laughter at the Juxian Sect. There were many people returning from the Ancient Sword Sect, so they were naturally not afraid of the Juxian Sect, so they also started to make excuses.

The high-level foundation-building master at Juxian Sect couldn't hold back anymore, and turned to shout at the people of the Guxian Sect: "Aunt Sect, since everyone says that I Juxian Sect is afraid of you, do you dare to come out to fight?"

The Gu Jian Sect laughed loudly, and someone jumped out and said, "Come on, you won three games in five games, and those who lost climbed around here and climbed three times." This guy from the Gu Jian Sect was not simple either. He turned the possibility of developing into a situation where the two factions fought to the death into a competition. It would not make the two families uncontrollable, but could also show off the muscles of the Gu Jian Sect here.

Then the people from the Gujian Sect shouted: "The turtle grandsons of Juxian Sect? Are you brave enough to come!"

The high-level foundation-building cultivator from the Juxian Sect shouted, "Come on, come, I really think that our Juxian Sect is afraid that you will not succeed." He was also very satisfied with this result. There were only seven people on his side, and there were ten on the other side. Everyone's cultivation was almost the same. If they really fought, they would definitely suffer the loss.

At this time, Jun Modao's voice came from a distance: "The Juxianmen and the Ancient Sword Sect, you must fight here. Don't lift the tent over there, so that everyone has no place to rest."

Zhang Zhexue also shouted there: "Today, my Junjiabao is in the bank. Brothers who have crystal stones in their hands can come and bet. We will only lose with the Juxianmen. The odds of five to one. Those who are interested will come and receive many bets. A crystal stone is not too small, and a million crystal stones are not too many. If you have the courage, come. Everyone knows the credibility of my Junjiabao. You can afford to win or lose."

With a coaxing sound, everyone rushed towards Jun Modao and Zhang Zhexue.

"Third brother, are you doing a bit high?" Jun Modao knew that his gambling luck was not very good. There were more than 100 people present. If they beat Juxianmen to win, even if they only won one game, they would still lose, five to one.

Zhang Zhexue smiled and said, "Don't worry, brother, since I've opened the market, I will naturally not let Juxianmen win."

Jun Modao asked in a low voice: "What are you going to tell me about it? Otherwise, I will be trembling in my heart. If I export all the gains here, my father will peel me up after I go back."

Zhang Zhexue whispered a few words in Jun Modao's ear, and Jun Modao laughed and said, "I'm relieved. Third brother, you must make sure that others can't see it, otherwise we will be in a hurry."

Zhang Zhexue smiled and said, "As long as there are no monks above the Golden Pill here, there will be no mistakes."

Jun Modao nodded and asked again: "How to win the crystal stone?"

Zhang Zhexue stared at Jun Modao with his eyes and said, "Of course, we brothers have divided the same amount. Do you want to eat alone? This is not good, everyone has made efforts."

Jun Modao laughed and scolded, "Bad, you just want to eat alone, don't think about harming your elder brother." All the people from Junjiabao who were helping next to him burst into laughter. At this time, there were fourteen people returning from Junjiabao, which was the largest number in history. There were still three days left. I wonder if anyone would come back.

Junjiabao often starts gambling games, so everyone is very familiar with the process of collecting bills, keeping accounts, and issuing signs. They soon collected all the bets, and there were tens of millions. The people from Junjiabao packed all the crystals and put them in a storage bag, took them by Jun Modao, and then jumped to the edge of the competition venue together, stood in a row, put their hands behind their backs, and stood three feet apart. These were all trained in Junjiabao.

At this time, the Ancient Sword Sect and Juxian Sect had already been divided into two camps, with ten people in the Ancient Sword Sect and seven people in the Juxian Sect. The five people from the Yin-Yang Sect were all standing on the side of the Ancient Sword Sect, obviously to encourage the Ancient Sword Sect. After all, the Ancient Sword Sect is leading for itself.

With beautiful women on the side, the monks of the Ancient Sword Sect are also full of fighting spirit.

Since Jun Modao was the caller of the gambling game, he took the initiative to serve as the referee. No one on both sides had any objection, because the other thirteen people in Junjiabao stood in a row, and the aura was there. Moreover, Junjiabao always spoke with fists. If any family disagreed, they would have to fight with Junjiabao first.

"Elementary level vs. primary level, intermediate level vs. intermediate level, and higher level vs. higher level, this is the rule. If anyone suppresses his cultivation level and pretends to be a low level, don't blame my brothers in Junjia Castle for helping the other party." Jun Modao stood in mid-air, looked around, and told the rules of the competition venue. That momentum is indeed worthy of his identity as the young master of Junjia Castle.

He looked at the eagle and continued, "The sword has no eyes, and everyone will do their destiny. One side shouts to admit defeat, and the other side stops immediately. If you continue to attack, then the thirteen brothers in my Junjia Castle will be rude to you. Also, if you win, take away all the things on the other side, and if you lose, you can only blame your poor learning skills. Now one person comes out first, and then the Ancient Sword Sect comes out to respond according to the opponent's level."

The man from Juxian Sect said, "Why do we need to come out first? Instead of the Ancient Sword Sect?"

Jun Modao pointed to his nose, pointed at Zhang Zhexue and the thirteen people, and said, "Because my Junjiabao's fist is big now. When your fist is bigger than us, you can make a decision. Hurry up and leave the person. If no one is out of the person within three breaths, you will lose."

The man from Juxian Sect had long heard that the people in Junjiabao only recognized fists and never knew what the reason was. He had seen it today, but even if he was full of fire, he would not dare to emit it. Now it is indeed the fists of Junjiabao are relatively large.

"Junior Brother Liu, come on this first game. You have more experience in fighting." The man from Juxian Sect turned around and said to a tall, early-level foundation-building man.

The man surnamed Liu clasped his fists and said, "As for the instructions of the second senior brother."

"Don't hold back, but once you lose, admit defeat immediately." The second senior brother whispered, and the man surnamed Liu nodded and flew towards the middle of the field.

Seeing that the people from the Juxian Sect had already come out, the ancient sword sect sent out a person, but a female cultivator. She looked only ten years old and looked very beautiful. She was wearing a red sword dress and a long sword on her back, looking heroic. As soon as she stood in the competition venue, the male cultivators around her heard a sound of admiration.

"Ding Xiaoxiao, the ancient sword sect." The female cultivator clasped her fists at the other party.
Chapter completed!