Master Chilong was a little speechless. He looked at the monk who slowly fell from the sky and said, "Senior Brother Wanjie, why did you come to join in the fun and bully my disciple? How shameless are you!"

Li Wanjie's old face was slightly red, but because his skin was a little dark, he didn't show any clues. He glanced at Chilong and said: "I didn't want to bully the younger one, but only if I win him can I be qualified to pursue Junior Nephew Zi Yue. Then

You can’t blame me.|i^”

"At your age, if nephew Ziyue becomes your double monk, it will be a real harm to her!" Chilong shook his head, with an incredible look on his face.

Li Wanjie immediately became angry: "What's wrong with my age? I'm just older. I'm only a thousand years old!"

"Even if you are only five hundred years old, you are still an old cow eating young grass!" Chilong didn't give him any face at all, and Li Wanjie choked up with one sentence and was speechless.

"Chilong, do you want to die?"

"Senior Brother Wanjie, I am also in the middle stage of Yuanying. You are also in the middle stage of Yuanying. You can fight if you want. I just got a few spiritual weapons recently. I will use you to practice my skills!"

Li Wanjie suppressed his blush, but it was hard to get angry. Chilong was a militant by nature, which made him very powerful. When he was in the early stage of Nascent Soul, he relied on his cultivation to

Only then did he slightly win over him. Now that he has entered the mid-term stage, I am afraid that he is really no match for him in a fight...

"Huh, there's no benefit in defeating you, so I'll challenge Junior Nephew Wang!"

Li Wanjie sneered in his heart, "If I can't beat the old one, why can't I beat the younger one?"

"Haha, Senior Brother Wanjie dares to love and hate, he is a true man. Junior Brother, I am not talented, but I also want to challenge Senior Nephew Wang. Senior Brother Chilong, don't be surprised..." A figure fell down, but it was Liu Yunxiao from Yunxiao Peak.

Nascent Soul's initial strength.

Soon, two more figures fell down, both of them were at the early stage of Nascent Soul.

Those golden elixir-level disciples immediately withered. With so many masters and uncles, how could they have anything to do with themselves...

A disciple shouted: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, Senior Sister Ziyue said that if we win against Senior Brother Wang, we will be qualified to pursue her. It's not like whoever is the best is her dual cultivator. As long as we win against Senior Brother Wang, maybe Zi Yue will pursue her."

Senior sister likes little ones like me..."

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Wang, come out quickly, I want to challenge you..."

"Senior Brother Wang..."

Wang Dong in the cave shook his head and said, "Do you two want to make some pocket money?"

Zhang Zhen and Zi Yue's eyes lit up. No one wants too much spiritual liquid, but the problem is how to make money.k";

"You will know in a moment..." Wang Dong smiled, then opened the cave's restrictions, walked out, with a look of sorrow and anger on his face, and said: "Uncles, uncles, brothers, I know your purpose of coming, but

With so many of you challenging me, how can I withstand it?"

Everyone pondered for a while, but Li Wanjie suddenly said: "How about Senior Nephew Wang accepts a challenge in one day, and everyone lines up according to their cultivation level. I have the strongest cultivation level, so I will naturally be ranked first."

Li Wanjie had a good idea. As long as he defeated Wang Dong first, he would approach Junior Nephew Zi Yue one day earlier than anyone else. With his rich family background, he could casually show Junior Nephew Zi Yue the coins in the storage ring.

Thousands of kilograms of spiritual liquid, I'm afraid her heart will be moved...

Li Wanjie could almost imagine that he had a beautiful woman in his arms, looking down at the heroic appearance of this group of men...

"no!"

Wang Dong immediately refused: "This is unfair. Moreover, even if I challenge one person a day, I am only in the middle stage of the Golden Core. My cultivation is not as good as everyone else's. How can I return to the peak?"

Zhang Zhen rolled his eyes and said: "This is not easy to handle. If you want to challenge you, I will give you five hundred kilograms of spiritual liquid first to replenish your spiritual power after the challenge."

"Okay, that's it, it's settled. Anyway, all of you masters and uncles are well-off, so they probably won't care about such a small amount of spiritual liquid."

After Wang Dong finished speaking, a flash of light suddenly flashed in Zi Yue's eyes, falling on those men. Liu Yunxiao's heart moved and he responded: "Indeed, five hundred kilograms of spiritual liquid is just a drop in the bucket to me.

, which is quite reasonable..."

It’s so unreasonable. Some monks in the middle stage of the Golden Core cursed in their hearts. Five hundred kilograms of spiritual liquid could be exchanged for a less powerful magic weapon, but it was just used to give it away in vain?

However, under Zi Yue's gaze, these people all nodded and said with force: "Indeed, it's only five hundred kilograms of spiritual liquid, it's a piece of cake..."

Wang Dong snickered in his heart, men are like this, they want to save face and suffer, quack...

"Okay!" Wang Dong applauded, turned to Master Chilong, and said, "Master, didn't you just say you wanted to have some lottery tickets?"

Master Chilong nodded, but before he spoke, he felt a powerful force sweeping over him. He looked up and saw Sect Master Bu Tianlin floating in the air. He couldn't help but feel speechless: "Sect Master, why don't you come too?

"

Bu Tianlin smiled and shook his head: "Of course not, I just came to take a look. There hasn't been such an interesting thing in the Green Demon Sect for a long time..."

Bu Tianlin's strength is already at the stage of becoming a god, so naturally he won't join in. But this time, almost half of the sect's combat power is here. Bu Tianlin doesn't want anything unexpected to happen, so he naturally wants to

Come and have a look.

Master Chilong breathed a sigh of relief. If all the sect leaders came to place bets, wouldn't he definitely lose?

"I heard you just now saying that you want to have a betting war? That's good. I'll bear witness. Let's get started."

Wang Dong looked at the group of people around him and said with a smile: "Let's do this. Each of you will give me five hundred kilograms of spiritual liquid first, and then the sect master will open the market. You can place your bets..."

Bu Tianlin was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "Chilong, you are not a simple disciple. You got me involved too. That's fine. Just let me shed some blood and bring some benefits to everyone."

There were twenty challengers in the Golden Core stage, and four in the Nascent Soul stage. Together they attacked 12,000 kilograms of spiritual liquid. Wang Dong made a lot of money and almost laughed from ear to ear. Although he grabbed one

The Yuanying monk is more than that, but he earned it with his own intelligence, which is great!

A gentleman loves money, so he must get it wisely...

The four Nascent Soul monks discussed it and decided that Li Wanjie would take the first action. Perhaps it was because the five hundred kilograms of spiritual liquid had just gone out. Each monk placed his own bet. Perhaps it was because he knew that there was only one chance of winning for sure.

Everyone's eyes were red, and they bet a thousand pounds or even five thousand pounds, hoping to win back what they had just won and make another big profit. Bu Tianlin couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that the blood was bound to come out.

Wang Dong made some calculations, and together with the bet placed by Li Wanjie and the others, there was a hundred thousand kilograms of spiritual liquid. Although Li Wanjie's odds were 5:1, if he lost, he would still have to pay twenty thousand kilograms of spiritual liquid.

, it seems that the blow I received was in vain...

Wang Dong's odds are 1:8, but no one has placed a bet. Even Chilong Zhenren is not optimistic about Wang Dong. If he ends up in person, I'm afraid there is still hope of winning. If he is a good disciple, he will probably still win.

Just wait ten years...

Wang Dong whispered a few words in Zhang Zhen's ear. Zhang Zhen nodded, walked to Bu Tianlin, took out 10,000 kilograms of spiritual liquid, and said, "I bet on Wang Dong to win!"

Everyone looked at Zhang Zhen as if he were an idiot. Someone was so stupid that he could still hear a sound when he splashed the spiritual liquid into the water. If you bet on Wang Dong like this, you would definitely lose...

Bu Tianlin smiled slightly at Zhang Zhen. This little brother from the Red Flame Sect has saved himself ten thousand kilograms of spiritual liquid...

I didn’t expect that all my disciples are quite wealthy. Should I find an opportunity for everyone to donate some spiritual fluid to strengthen the sect...
Chapter completed!