"Qianqian, what's wrong with you? What are you looking at?" Even though Xi Qian was hiding well, Mu Qingli, who was sitting next to her, could feel the fluctuations of her breath.

I looked along her gaze, but found nothing.

"Nothing, I've found something, but I haven't confirmed it yet, and I need to confirm it." Xi Qian retracted her gaze and sent a message to Mu Qingli.

"Well, if you need help, tell me."

"Know."

The two of them said a few casually and focused on other things.

"Dong--"

Suddenly, a long and distant bell rang, and the originally noisy scene became quiet, and all the monks focused on the ring.

The huge round platform in the center is different from three days ago. This time, there are eight huge cages on it, all covered by black curtains.

Similarly, it is not clear what it is inside.

Everyone's curiosity was aroused.

"Is this blind bet again?"

"This is what is called the right time, place, and people? What are you doing? It's not the same as the one three days ago? It's just a few more cages!"

"I'm looking forward to it in vain."

"Is it a chaotic battle? Guess which one wins?"

"No, this way, the chance of guessing is even smaller. Wouldn't the odds go to heaven?" Someone said he didn't believe it.

"Yongle City should not disappoint everyone."

"It's hard to say that the misunderstanding three days ago made me not very trust Yongle City." The person who said this lost in the next game three days ago.

"I don't think so, after all, the betting conference cannot be completed in one session."

“I think too.”

"Yongle City will not destroy its reputation!"

"I agree!"

There are no more people who support Yongle City. After all, so many betting conferences have been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Just as everyone was having different opinions and arguing endlessly, other people finally appeared on the round platform.

Three days ago, the early stage of the tribulation, appeared with the great elders of Yongle City.

"Everyone! I've been waiting for a long time!" As soon as the elder spoke, a strong aura came to his face.

While putting pressure on people, you can grasp the standards and will not make people feel uncomfortable.

"Great Elder, please announce it quickly. The closure has been sold out." Someone said he was not polite.

The Great Elder's eyes remained unmoved, "Let you wait for a long time! This will uncover the riddle of this scene."

He first looked around for a week, and when everyone's curiosity reached the top and began to get impatient, he continued, "These eight cages represent attributes!"

"You have seen the weather today. Only such changing weather is the fairest for everyone. I believe everyone wants to know how to bet, but I don't keep it from being a blind bet!"

"But these eight attributes..."

"Great Elder, wait!" Suddenly, a man stood up in the first row.

"Fellow Taoist, please say something!" The elder smiled.

The man was a cultivator in the middle stage of the tribulation, with a little gloomy eyes, and he was obviously not a good person to talk to.

"Dare you ask the great elder, what attributes are in your mouth, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, thunder and wind?"

The elder's smile remained unchanged, "That's it!"

"Ha, are there people with mutated spiritual roots in these eight cages?" the man sneered.

How is it possible? Mutant spiritual roots, that is the genius among geniuses, who will come to the arena?

"That's right, how is it possible, mutated spiritual roots are so rare and precious!"

"You don't want to attract attention, are you?"

"Yongle City is really getting worse and worse."

"Everyone, don't be impatient." The elder's eyes remained unchanged, and his smile even deeper.

Not only can't see his changes, but they all think they are very strange.

Everyone gradually calmed down and listened to his following.

"These eight cages are indeed full of cultivators with eight attribute spiritual roots, and there is absolutely no adulteration..."

"Impossible!" The Great Elder's words were interrupted again.

"Just say it is the Thunder Spirit Root, it is a peerless genius and a monster-like existence. Moreover, as far as I know, only the Moon God clan's direct lineage in the Moon God State in the Central Region can be the monks with the Thunder Spirit Root. It is basically impossible for others!"

"You said this fellow Taoist is basically impossible, not absolute." The elder looked at the man with a smile.

The man was the one who started to question at the beginning, and he choked.

There is indeed no absolute.

But the probability of having Thunder Spirit root among others is basically zero.

Xi Qian looked at the powerful man who had passed the middle stage of the tribulation and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

This person seems to be very protective of the Moon God clan.

Seeing everyone shut their mouths again, the great elder on the round platform continued to speak.

"It's not just the thunder spirit root, but also the ice spirit root and the wind spirit root, which I have around me." His words were arrogant.

When Xi Qian heard his affirmation, he paused for a moment and then felt it was impossible.

If that person was really him, he wouldn't have been on the ring anymore, because she remembered that my uncle was not Lei Linggen at all.

Yes, Xi Qian suspected that Zhu Qingse’s figure was her uncle.

However, other thunder spirit roots...

Xi Qian frowned. If such a mutant spiritual root appeared, it would definitely cause a sensation.

It is impossible that only Yongle City noticed it.

"Please place bets!"

Xi Qian came to her senses and heard only this sentence. She looked up and looked at the eight cages on the round table. She had to say that her curiosity was hooked up.

"Qianqian, who is the bet on?" Mu Qingli looked at Xi Qian.

"How to bet? I didn't hear it just now."

"Eight cages and eight attributes. You can only choose one bet in each round. The two cages with the largest number of bets are left behind, and the others are temporarily pushed back. The people in the two cages compete, and the final result is that the odds are the same, one loses three!"

In this way, it is very likely that the wood spirit root will face the thunder spirit root, or the fire spirit root, and the golden spirit root!

The possibility is particularly high.

Moreover, the weather is constantly changing. If it is strong wind, it is beneficial to the Feng Ling root. If it rains, the Water Spirit root will be like a fish in water!

"By the way, the people in the cage have their cultivation at the peak of God Transformation!"

All the same!

"What do you think about it when you have an hour to place a bet?"

Lou Yanxue and Ye Qinhan also looked at Xi Qian.

The person who sat behind them and greeted them was also very interested in looking at her.

Xi Qian suddenly stood up and looked at the Great Elder of Yongle City and the old man in the early stage of the tribulation on the ring.

"Two seniors, I have a problem with me. I wonder if I can ask?" She bowed and gave a gift to me.

Everyone followed her voice and waited for her to see what happened.

Many eyes fell on her body, Xi Qian was still as moving as a mountain, and her starry eyes looked at the round platform.

The two elders looked at each other with interest, "My friend!"

Xi Qian's eyes moved slightly, "Dare you ask, all of these eight cultivators are single spiritual roots, or do they have other spiritual roots, or... are some single, and some have a few spiritual roots?"
Chapter completed!