The people in the two camps each held their own views and vied with each other to praise the people in their own camp. Only Qian Ruhai sat there, smiling and saying nothing.
Sun Li couldn't help but wonder, "Who does Brother Qian think is more promising among these people?"
Qian Ruhai smiled mysteriously, pointed at Yang Kun who was looking at this place from the audience and said: "The person I am optimistic about is Yang Kun, he has the best chance of winning."
As soon as Qian Ruhai finished speaking, he caused others to sneer. Even though Jiang Chengde and Yang Kun had a good relationship, he was not optimistic about Yang Kun.
He felt that Yang Kun's most powerful trump card was the monster, but monsters were not allowed to play in the competition, so Yang Kun's strength would be halved.
Although he knew that Yang Kun had fought with Jiang Guozhu before and won, Jiang Guozhu's strength was not strong and could not be compared with Jiang Wenlong and Ling Tianba.
"How is that possible? His monster is quite powerful, but he himself probably doesn't have much strength!"
"That's right. He doesn't have any monsters. I hope he doesn't run into Xu Hu from our Xu family. Otherwise, he will be taught a lesson in no time."
Ling Kangcheng shook his head at Yang Kun, but he knew that Yang Kun had provoked Ling Tianba yesterday, so he sneered, "That's right, I hope he won't be eliminated in the first round, otherwise it would be funny."
Xu Hu followed with sarcasm, "Not bad, how about making a bet? I bet he won't make it into the top ten, hahaha!"
Unexpectedly, Qian Ruhai looked at Xu Hu very seriously, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll bet with you. I'll give you a golden root. This is a treasure that can be used to refine magic weapons, and its properties are also similar to yours. But what is your bet?"
Then Xu Hu took out a demon pill and said, "This is a demon pill of an ancient beast in human form. I don't need to tell you about its effectiveness. It has infinite uses in both alchemy and refining tools. It should be worthy of the Golden Spirit Mysterious Root. I will use it as a bet."
"Hahaha, fellow Taoists, are you making a bet? Do you want to include me? I love making bets the most."
At this moment, a loud laugh was heard from afar. The voice came before the person arrived. Then a figure flashed and appeared in front of the eight people.
When the eight people saw the person coming, they were all startled. They immediately stood up from their chairs and respectfully bowed to the person, saying, "Greetings to the Immortal Envoy!"
At the same time, Yang Kun also looked at the man, only to see that the man was wearing a red robe, was slightly fat, but was a bald man, and did not look like an immortal messenger at all.
However, when Yang Kun saw the man's cultivation level, he was secretly shocked. He turned out to be a cultivator at the sixth level of Golden Core.
With his cultivation level, he is able to sweep across the entire Songxi Province. The Yuewu Immortal Sect is so powerful that any immortal envoy sent by them will possess such strength.
The bald man waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "No need to be so polite. I, Wu, don't care about these false formalities. On the contrary, I like gambling. I don't know what you are betting on. Can you add me in? I will pay the bet!"
Hearing the bald man's words, Xu Hu and Qian Ruhai couldn't help but look at each other. Finally, Qian Ruhai told the bald man about the bet, and then pointed at Yang Kun, Ling Tianba and others to show him.
The bald man immediately became interested when he heard this, and then he pulled all eight people in and raised the stakes. He looked at the eight people and laughed, "This bet is interesting, especially for me. I don't know any of these people, so it's all up to fate! But this is not fun enough, let's all bet together and bet on who will get first place. How about it?"