Three days later, Yuan Wei's gambling battle took place in the Douqi Pavilion.
"This fat guy can really cause trouble, and it's fortunate to have you this time, otherwise he would lose miserably." Three days later, Yan Beishan and Li Fuchen came to the Douqi Pavilion together.
Douqi Pavilion, a place specially used for gambling and fighting, is also a place for enjoyment.
"Brother Beishan, Brother Fuchen, you are here!"
Seeing the two, Yuan Wei's fat face was full of smiles.
Yan Beishan said: "Brother Wei, we're done. The one-hundred-billion middle-grade sacred stone will be given to Brother Fuchen. After all, after today, he offended a young patriarch of a five-star family, adding many crises and troubles out of thin air."
Yuan Wei said: "Brother Beishan, what do you say, is Yuan Wei that kind of person? Don't worry, you won. Not only will the one hundred billion middle-grade sacred stones belong to Brother Fuchen, I will also let my father open the sword once. In the pool space, let Brother Fuchen go in and practice for ten days."
"Open the sword pool space?" Yan Beishan was a little surprised.
The Yuan family is not a pure kendo clan, but at least 10% of the clan members are swordsman practicers and walk in kendo.
Jianchi Space is the sacred place of Yuan family's kendo practice. It will only be opened once in many years. It is said that one day of kendo practice in it is equivalent to one hundred years of practice in the outside world. I don’t know whether it is true or not, but no matter what, Jianchi Space is a holy place for kendo training. There is no doubt about it. Is it just that the head of the Yuan family will agree
"Yes." Yuan Wei nodded.
Although the sword pool space is a holy place for kendo cultivation, to be honest, only those talented sword gods can gain something if they enter. The Yuan family has produced many kendo gods for countless years, but there are very few kendo domain gods, and they are currently the highest cultivation level. , That is, a mid-level kendo domain god.
Therefore, for Yuan Wei, opening the sword pond space is nothing at all, and it would be a waste to put it there. It would be better to let Li Fuchen go in and practice. He believed his father would promise him.
The Douqi Pavilion is very large, with a total of three floors. Each floor is divided into one hundred large areas, and each large area is divided into one hundred small areas.
Douqi Pavilion on the second floor, the 52nd small area of the eighth *** area, the Water Hall.
Pushing the door open, Yuan Wei walked in with Yan Beishan and Li Fuchen.
The Jishui Hall is a large hall, the hall is golden and brilliant, like the day, on both sides of the hall, there are pillars with some formations carved on the pillars, which looks quite mysterious.
At this moment, a lot of people gathered in the hall, and it was the two sides who shouted for great momentum.
On Yuan Wei's side, in addition to the powerful people, there are two spiritual masters, but at this time, the faces of these two spiritual masters are extremely heavy. The three spiritual masters on the opposite side, the other two do not care, but the storm spiritual master makes people Have to care.
This is the existence on the Blue Spirit's main list, ranking the ninth and fortieth.
Let alone one-on-one, even if two people join forces, no, even if ten two people join forces, they are no match for each other.
However, although the Storm Spirit Lord is extremely strong, the two did not back down. First, they are more agreeable with Yuan Wei. Second, Yuan Wei paid them extremely high rewards. Therefore, even if they knew that they were not the opponent of the Storm Spirit Lord, they did not retreat. Bite the scalp came.
Before, there were actually three of them, and the other one had the highest strength, but after hearing that the other party had invited Storm Spirit Lord, he said nothing was coming.
"I hope Brother Wei's friend is as strong as he said."
The two did not attend the Spring Breeze Pavilion gathering, so they did not know the existence of Li Fuchen.
"Where can we be strong? We will definitely lose this time. Hope we lose decently!"
The opponent is the Lingzhu Lingzhu, the two really have no confidence.
Boom!
The main hall door opened, and everyone looked over.
"Brother Wei."
"That seems to be Brother Beishan."
"Who is the person next to Beishan brother."
There are so many children in the family of Huangfeng City. Not all of them attended the Spring Breeze Pavilion gathering. Some were due to problems and some were due to attending other gatherings. Of course, some people did not meet the gathering requirements or were over 100,000 years old. Years old, or the cultivation base is just a middle-level spiritual god, not a high-level spiritual god.
Therefore, most of them did not know Li Fuchen.
However, a small number of people recognized Li Fuchen.
"It's Li Fuchen, the spirit master of the Heavenly Sword."
"Heavenly Sword Spirit Lord, Li Fuchen?"
"You didn't attend the Spring Breeze Pavilion gathering, and you didn't know the strength of the Heavenly Sword Spirit Lord Li Fuchen. With him, you may not be able to deal with the Storm Wind Spirit Lord."
"Just kidding! The Spirit Lord of Stormwind is the ninth and fortieth existence on the Spirit Lord list. Can the Spirit Lord of Heaven Sword be comparable to him?"
"So, it is your regret not to attend the Spring Breeze Pavilion party, wait and see!"
On Yuan Wei's side, everyone was talking about it. After a while, everyone basically understood Li Fuchen's information. They looked at Li Fuchen with curiosity and suspicion.
Yan Beishan smiled and said: "Since the Spring Breeze Pavilion's gathering, someone with good deeds has given you a title, called the Heavenly Sword Spirit Master."
Li Fuchen's sword was terrifying, just like a punishment by the Heavenly Sword, and the title of Heavenly Sword Spirit Lord was quite appropriate.
Hearing this, Li Fuchen smiled and didn't care too much.
"Do you guys know who this person is and when did he come out?" The gambling with Yuan Wei was Huang Shaobao, the young patriarch of the Huang family of the five-star higher family. He was attending another large gathering when the Chunfeng Pavilion was gathering. , So I don’t know what happened at the Spring Breeze Pavilion gathering.
In fact, Yuan Wei did not attend the Chunfeng Pavilion gathering. At that time, he and Huang Shaobao attended the same gathering.
Later, after being introduced by Yan Beishan, he met Li Fuchen.
"Brother Shaobao, this person is called Li Fuchen, a sword spirit master. He was a blockbuster at the Chunfeng Pavilion gambling and defeated many powerful spirit masters. Later, someone who had something good gave him a heavenly sword spirit. The title of Lord."
An upper spirit god came to Huang Shaobao's side and introduced in detail.
"Oh! It seems a little capable, but can he be better than Brother Renjie?" Huang Shaobao glanced at Xu Renjie, the spirit master of Stormwind, who was closing his eyes and rested, and said with disdain.
"How is that possible? Brother Renjie is on the leader list, and he has never seen any opponent."
Everyone is still very confident in Xu Renjie, the spirit master of Stormwind. Li Fuchen is certainly strong, but as long as he has not defeated the spirit master on the spirit master list, in everyone's minds, he will lower the spirit master of the spirit master.
"Forgive him for not being able to make waves."
Huang Shaobao picked up the wine glass on the table, drank it, and then with a triumphant smile on his face, he said to Yuan Wei loudly, "Fatty man, I thought you were too scared to come. Why, this is your helper. It looks very strong, but I don’t know how many moves will be defeated."
Yuan Wei shot back: "Huang Shaobao, don't be proud, you will cry when there are some. You have a one-hundred-billion middle-grade sacred stone, but are you ready
He trusts Yan Beishan very much, so he trusts Li Fuchen very much.
Since Yan Beishan said, Li Fuchen's strength is strong enough to defeat the Storm Spirit Lord.
Then he believed it, without any doubt.
"You are really a dead duck with a hard mouth. When is it, you still make such a funny joke, but you can rest assured that the one-hundred-billion middle-grade sacred stone has been prepared long ago. It depends on whether you have the ability to take it. Your friend, the so-called Heavenly Sword Spirit Lord, will lose miserably." Huang Shaobao sneered at all.
"Lose? It's impossible, stop talking nonsense, let's start the gambling fight!" Yuan Wei sneered.
"It's quite straightforward, let's start!" Huang Shaobao also sneered.
The gambling battle is very simple, each side has three spirit masters, and which side all loses, whichever side loses.
Li Fuchen was not the first to play, and Xu Renjie, the master of Stormwind, was not the first to play. Both parties were the first to play.
The battle was fierce, and the spirits and abilities kept bombarding each other. Fortunately, the hall was equipped with a sacred formation, otherwise the hall would have collapsed and turned into flying ashes.
"It's going to lose."
After dozens of moves, Liu Heng, the spiritual lord invited by Yuan Wei, staggered and was caught by Li Fuchen.
Sure enough, after ten moves, Liu Heng was blasted out, quite embarrassed.
"Brother Wei, I'm sorry, I lost."
Liu Heng's face was flushed red.
Yuan Wei didn't care: "It's okay, I'm already very happy if you can come. As for victory or defeat, don't care too much. I have brother Fuchen on my side."
All his hopes are pinned on Li Fuchen. Whether Liu Heng wins or loses, he really doesn't care.
Hearing this, Liu Heng took a look at Li Fuchen and stepped aside.
To be honest, he is not optimistic about Yuan Wei, and Yuan Wei is afraid that he will lose miserably in this gambling fight.
The second player on the court was still not Li Fuchen, but a helper invited by Yuan Wei, called Mil Tuofu. Yuan Wei said that he was a medium-sized spiritual master.
This time, Yuan Wei won here, and Miltover defeated his opponent with only five moves, simply and neatly.
Then, within seventy moves, he defeated the second spiritual master that Huang Shaobao had invited.
"Brother Renjie, it's time for you to play." Huang Shaobao's expression was a bit ugly. He didn't expect that this Miltopho was so strong that he would defeat the two spirit masters he invited in succession, although he still has Storm Spirit. The master Xu Renjie, but the scene is a bit ugly after all.
Xu Renjie opened his eyes and said, "I'm here so soon, who are you looking for?"
Xu Renjie is dissatisfied, is he sleeping comfortably
Huang Shaobao said helplessly: "The other party is a bit tricky. He defeated the two spirit masters I invited one after another. Otherwise, I wouldn't wake you up so early."
"Well, it's okay to do some exercises. I hope that the opponent will not be too weak, otherwise I will be very angry." Xu Renjie grinned.
He has always been cruel to fight with people, and he likes to torture people.
On the stage, Xu Renjie looked at Mil Tuofu and said: "Let's take a shot, I'll give you a chance. He won't fight back or dodge within three moves, let alone use spiritual skills."
"You are too arrogant." Naturally, Miltov didn't think he was Xu Renjie's opponent, but if the opponent didn't fight back, didn't dodge, and didn't use spiritual skills, how much strength would he have left
I'm afraid there will be no more than one Chengdu left.
And Miltover was confident in his attack.
"Are you arrogant? You won't feel that way in a while." Xu Renjie stood with his hand in his hand, calmly.
"Sky Thunder God Slash."
Mil Tuofu raised the long knife in his hand, the endless lightning rules gathered on the long knife, and then slashed at Xu Renjie.
Clang!
Sparks splashed on Xu Renjie's chest, and Miltov made a full stab without breaking his skin.
"Is this the spiritual master on the spiritual master list? What a strong spiritual power, such a strong divine body."
Everyone was stunned.
At any rate, Mil Tuofu is a middle-level spiritual master, and he can't break Xu Renjie's skin. What kind of defense is this!
"Seven-fold spiritual power, it's kind of interesting."
Li Fuchen saw at a glance that Xu Renjie’s spiritual power had reached seven levels. In comparison, Mil Tuofu’s spiritual power was only five levels. The difference was two levels, and Xu Renjie’s defenses were not broken. normal.
"Heaven and mine kill the knife."
Miltover's face was a little ugly, and he issued a knife again.
This sword is extremely domineering, and the infinite lightning is completely condensed into the long sword, bringing the power of this sword to a limit.
Sonorous.
This time, a white mark appeared on Xu Renjie's chest.
"It's not bad, let's get the third cut!" Xu Renjie nodded, grinning grinningly.