Chapter 400 The First Competition

Chapter 400 The first competition

When the handicap opens on the south side of the arena, who dares to buy a disciple of the Demon Cult to win?

Ye Xiaochuan invested three thousand taels with a wave of his hand, took over the entire market, and suddenly became the largest behind-the-scenes owner of the market.

Bailiyuan also wanted to get involved, but was spat on by Ye Xiaochuan. As a result, Bailiyuan pinched his ears and snatched away 10% of the share.

While the elders on the stage were still reading out the long rules of the battle, Ye Xiaochuan and a group of younger brothers frantically restrained their bets. As long as the righteous disciples placed bets, they would not refuse anyone who came, no matter how much they were.

When the righteous disciples had almost 6,000 taels of silver in their books, Ye Xiaochuan asked Xiaochi to go to the demon sect disciples to make an offer.

The central axis divides Duantian Cliff in two. The righteous path is in the south and the Demon Sect is in the north. No disciple can cross it, but Xiaochi is definitely not among them. She is a demon clan and does not belong to the righteous path or the Demon Sect. Do you see Xiaochi’s mother Yao Xiaofu sitting in the middle seat, chatting and laughing with a group of righteous demon sect bosses?

Xiaochi held up the sign and jumped across the central axis. Not many people knew that she was a fox demon, so no one was together. The central axis that firmly separated the good and evil disciples was of no use to her.

Ye Xiaochuan stood on the edge of the central axis and started keeping accounts.

Although the disciples of the Righteous Dao and the Demonic Cult are on the same level, there is almost no gap between the two when it comes to gambling. As expected, the Demonic Cult disciples shouted and took out their money bags and placed bets on the victory of the Demonic Cult disciple on the 8th ring.

It was only half a stick of incense when the Demon Cult disciple actually bet three thousand taels.

Ye Xiaochuan immediately asked Xiaochi to stop collecting gambling money. He could not accept any more disciples from the Demon Cult. If he continued to collect gambling money, he would probably lose money.

The righteous disciples got 6,000 taels and the demon sect got 3,000 taels. The disciples of the righteous path won, and Ye Xiaochuan lost 3,000 taels. The disciples of the demon sect won, and Ye Xiaochuan and others made a profit of 3,000 taels.

In this competition, Ye Xiaochuan is more optimistic about the guy from the Demon Sect. Among the good and evil disciples of the same realm under the realm of Lingji, the disciples of the Demon Sect are often more powerful than the righteous disciples. This is the lesson of blood and tears. Ye Xiaochuan feels that he Coming to Duantianya to make a name for yourself is secondary, making money by opening the market is what you should do.

The ten fighting arenas rang with the sounds of morning bells and evening drums. The elders who had read out the rules of the fighting for most of the day walked off the stage one after another. There was an elder guarding the formation in the four corners of each arena to prevent the enchantment of the arena from being blocked. The contestants fight with their true energy to rush away and injure the surrounding disciples watching the battle. Each one also has an elder referee and an assistant referee, so there are at least six elders around each ring.

Ye Xiaochuan's master, Zui Taoist, moved a chair and got a job as a guard of the barrier formation. The arena barrier could withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of two Lingji realm masters. There were few barriers in history. There was a precedent of being washed away, so he was very free now. He was sitting on the Taishi chair, squinting his eyes and drinking the fine wine from the wine gourd.

That wine gourd is some kind of immortal treasure, and it can't hold hundreds of jars of fine wine, so no matter how much the old drunkard drinks it himself, he never seems to be able to finish it.

He was sitting on the edge of the ring in position nine, and easily saw Ye Xiaochuan standing on the edge of the central axis, sending Xiaochi to the north of the central axis to collect bets from the Demon Cult disciples.

It was not just the drunk Taoist who felt embarrassed. Yang Jiu also covered his face and did not dare to look at anyone. The senior brother he admired, Ye Xiaochuan, did not focus on the fighting competition. Instead, he recruited a group of friends to open a gambling stall. Let Yang Jiu hide away with Wangcai in his arms, trying to give others the illusion that I am not familiar with those guys.

Of course, it's not just the No. 8 arena where bets are taking place. Many disciples from the other nine arenas are also betting privately, which can be considered as an added bonus.

All the disturbances and intrigues could not change the pace of the 68th Duantianya Fighting Ceremony. The noise gradually became quieter. As the referees and elders of each arena shook the copper bells in their hands, two people on the ten arenas Ten young masters bowed down and clasped their fists politely, bowed deeply to each other, and then announced their homes.

The righteous disciple on the 8th stage is wearing a blue shirt and long robe, with his hair tied up in a crown. He looks to be in his twenties and has a good figure, but he is a bit shabby. The handsome young master and the charming fairy are standing there. There are actually not many people in the vast world of cultivation. Most of the people are mediocre in appearance. There are only a few people with outstanding appearances such as Xiyun Qiyou, Yang Ling'er, Gu Jianchi, and Li Xuanyin.

Ye Xiaochuan is dark and handsome. He is not actually handsome, but he thinks he is handsome.

The righteous disciple bowed deeply and said, "Yang Qiming, a disciple of the righteous Lingxiao sect."

The demon sect disciple opposite grinned. He was better-looking than Yang Qiming, and his big white teeth were revealed when he smiled.

He saluted and said with a smile: "I am a young man from the Five Poison Sect of the Holy Sect. Please give me some advice from Young Master Yang."

Ye Xiaochuan has recently heard about a very powerful person, Qing Yan from the Five Poison Sect of the Demon Sect, who is an absolute young master. After Qing Hui reported his family status, Ye Xiaochuan immediately thought in his mind, what is the relationship between this guy and Qing Yan? ? Could it be that they are brothers?

Ye Xiaochuan knew about the Lingxiao Sect. He had no good impression of the Lingxiao Sect just like the Seven Star Sect.

The Lingxiao Sect is located in the north of the Kunlun Mountains and the southwest of the Tianshan Mountains. It is slightly stronger than the Seven Star Sect. Due to geographical reasons, the Lingxiao Sect follows the Xuantian Sect of the Kunlun Mountains. As long as the righteous sect has good relations with the Xuantian Sect, Cangyun None of his disciples liked him very much.

There were many disciples of Cangyun Sect gathered on the south side of the No. 8 ring because they were waiting for the next match of Ning Xiangruo. Although these guys said that they were cheering for Yang Qiming, they mostly hoped that Yang Qiming would lose in their hearts.

The fight had already begun. After the two sides exchanged greetings, Qinghui was the first to take action. The disciples of the Demon Sect were always known for their bravery and fierceness. A ghost-headed demon sword was instantly unsheathed. Qinghui seemed to be left-handed. He held the handle of the sword with his left hand and rose from the ground. With a simple move, he split Huashan Mountain and chopped towards Yang Qiming in front of him.

The ghost-headed demon sword is the most common magic weapon of the disciples of the Demon Sect, just like the most common magic weapon of the disciples of the righteous way is the immortal sword.

Yang Qiming saw the black light of the ghost-headed demon sword in Qinghui's hand, but he was unwilling to take a step back in the first round, so as not to lose the face of his master.

With a stagger, the sword light flashed and blocked upwards.

The so-called sword moves lightly and the knife moves heavily.

When the sword immortal and the knifeman compete in strength, the knifeman will definitely have the upper hand, not to mention that the black ghost-headed demon knife chops from top to bottom, with great force.

There was a sharp sound, and the swords collided, and a hard stone slab under Yang Qiming's feet cracked.

The knife pressed the immortal sword, and Qinghui kicked six times in mid-air, each kicking towards Yang Qiming's chest.