Everything is ready, just waiting for the day when Yuntai meets martial arts, the disciples of Zongling Dongtian are gearing up one by one.
Yuntai martial arts can be regarded as a great event in Shenxiao City, so many people are looking forward to it. Some people have spontaneously formed some betting organizations for this martial arts meeting to determine whether they will win or lose on the court. Many people don't play on their own, but they get a lot of profits because of this.
There are mortals and monks among them. Of course, the bets between mortals are nothing more than money and some treasures they think, while the monks are more precious things. In this bet, there are some heavenly materials and treasures and magical instruments, and even scriptures and spiritual instruments will appear.
"Little Master, let's go to Yuntai for a tour. You come here for the first time, and learn more about it." Li Feng is not bad, and his age is a bit younger than Di Jing. Sometimes Zongmen will entrust him with important tasks, but even In this way, his playful mind has never been wiped out.
"It's good, first step on the land and be prepared and safe." Di Jing made all the preparations and just had free time.
At the same time, there were a few disciples who came to Shenxiao City for the first time. They yearned for the legends of Shenxiao City. This time, they came not to participate in the competition, but just to have fun.
Yuntai is in the east of Shenxiao City. In a very large place, there is a huge meteorite. It is said that it came down from the sky a long time ago and destroyed half of Shenxiao City.
And this meteorite, besides being hard, didn't carry any other energy, and it was too heavy, so no one moved it away and kept it here all the time.
It wasn't until later that someone competed on the top, which attracted many people to watch the battle. This meteorite became a place where those with grievances would live and die. Later, when someone was idle, he modified the meteorite and cut out four platforms on the meteorite with great magical powers and great methods, which made the meteorite regular and named it "Yuntai".
A few people wandered all the way, and soon came to the east of the city. From a distance, they saw a large group of people surrounded, and on the meteorite in the middle, there were a few people in a duel.
"Isn't there two days left on the day of Yuntai's martial arts? Why has it started now?" Di Jing asked a little puzzled.
Li Feng said: "These are all small sects. Before Yuntai meets martial arts, they send their disciples to show them, hoping to get the blue eyes of the big sects, and then extradite them. In this way, those disciples who have a large sect out of the small sect will receive some benefits and protection as a result."
"It's good to enjoy the cold under the big tree, which is not bad at all. These people are very desperate in order to be able to get in touch with the big sect."
Di Jing sighed. At the beginning, he transformed his veins in the sacred mountain of Kunxu, drew out the inscription of the avenue, shook the nine heavens, and the six great caves vying to get him started. If you had a little school before, then that little school must have a lot of scenery now. The so-called so-called one person ascends to the sky, it is the truth. It's a pity that I am a lonely person.
On the gimbal, there are people fighting on the four competition platforms. They are very young, and their cultivation skills and methods are not very eye-catching. It's just that these people are very hard in the comparison, because there are many people below who are watching, maybe there are figures in the big sect, as long as their performance can be in their eyes, they have the opportunity to enter the big sect to practice.
However, the people of the Dazong Sect didn't care about their behaviors, perhaps they didn't bother them at all. Di Jing turned around for a while and found that apart from a few of them, no one from the Six Great Caves had come here.
"The Six Great Caves in Chenzhou are the top sects, these people naturally don't dare to expect. In addition, there are some stronger sects, which are their goals." Li Feng clearly understood what Di Jing was thinking, and said with a smile. "Those with stronger sects will come to compete this time."
"Yuntai Huiwu is a good place to understand grievances and grievances. Take my Zongling Dongtian and Lieyang Dongtian as examples. They are not satisfied with each other, and there is much friction between each other. And these frictions are mostly caused by our disciples. As a result, the sect will naturally not come forward because of our trivial matters. Until Yuntai Huiwu appears, any grievances between each other will be put here, in front of the mortals and cultivators of Chenzhou, for a competition. According to the outside world, Lieyang Dongtian is the first sect of Chenzhou, located above our Zongling Dongtian. It was also passed from this Shenxiao City, because every time I compete, our Zongling Dongtian is in front of Lieyang Dongtian. It's all about losing more and losing less."
Di Jing frowned and said, "Is it too unreasonable to determine the strength of the sect based on the comparison between the disciples of the Huamai realm cultivator?"
"This is just the perception in the eyes of those incompetent people and sects. People with real strength and vision will not say this, because they don't know the true strength of the six caves, and who is stronger. Weak? In other words, once the fire merges, it will be the result of losing both."
Di Jing nodded and said: "Well, I agree with this. One tiger and one wolf fight. Although the tiger is stronger than the wolf, it does not mean that the wolf cannot hurt the tiger."
There is nothing to see in the competition on the Yuntai, because the cultivation base is low, the methods are weak, and the quality of the immortal veins is estimated to be inferior at best. On the contrary, the people under the cloud platform were in high spirits and shouted to the ground, eagerly hoping that the person they bet on would win.
Among them, an old man in black is the most important. There is a large table in front of which is filled with betting things. From his appearance, he seems to be the banker. Seeing that the person he bet is about to lose, he jumps directly on the table. Shang scolded.
"Who from your sacred fish sect, tell you to be careful of the other black tiger's heart, what are you doing to block your ass? He pokes your ass to make a noise, do you really think he is interested in your ass?"
"There is also the Qiyuan Sect. They have all made magical artifacts. What are you doing while hiding and tucking them? In vain, I am so optimistic about you kid, and it turns out to be an embroidered pillow!"
"In addition, the Sirius sect asked you to make a trick. You are still stunned. It is just a dream for your IQ to want a big sect to see you. It is a dream that made Lao Tzu lose so miserably!"
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The old man blew his beard and stared, opened his voice and yelled, looking very angry.
"Eh eh eh, old man Qiao, if you lose, you lose, what are you mad at them? Anyway, you are also a monk, don't even understand the most basic self-cultivation, so you should pay a little attention to your image when you say it!"
"Old man Joe, I'm willing to bet and lose money quickly! I pressed a piece of gold."
"I was so crushed that it was a helmet dug out from the ground. Don't look at it in tatters. It must be a treasure from ancient times. Why do you have to get five spirit stones!"
"Rolling, your broken helmet, you saw that it was made by Tiesmith Wang. It was buried by you for three to five years, and you wanted to pretend to be an ancient relic. You are my Qiao Daxian's eye of the sky, are you practicing?" The old man surnamed Joe picked up a rotten helmet and threw it out.
The helmet clanged and rolled in front of Di Jing. After making a turn, Di Jing stooped to pick it up, and looked closely with Li Feng, and said: "There is a primitive charm, with a long-lasting breath remaining, unlike It was made by ordinary blacksmiths."
"Qiao Daxian, my sword will not be fake, please take a good look at it!"
"And my Sky Boom Hammer, this one is made of the profound iron contained in the lightning strike stone, you can't shame on this."
"Okay, okay, I'll give it all to you, and take the points by myself." The old man Qiao lost a lot, poured out all his gambling money, and left everyone.
The old man was angrily, seeing Di Jing holding the broken helmet in his hand, he stopped immediately, walked over, and said to Di Jing, "Don't you believe that this thing is a very ordinary helmet?"
"This helmet has vicissitudes of ancient meaning and a long-lasting breath. How does the sir determine that it is an ordinary helmet?" Di Jing asked politely.
Old man Qiao spent a lot of time on Di Jing and said, "Are you not convinced? Or let's make a bet."
Di Jing smiled and said, "Does Mr. Qiao still have money for gambling?"
"Of course!" The old man stretched out his left palm, and on the middle finger, there was a black ring, which was very common. "It's this ring. Don't look at it. It's not unusual, but it's really magical. , But you can't even think of it."
"Oh? I really don't see anything special or magical? Mr. Joe, tell me." Li Feng asked with a smile.
"My baby is not a ring, but a ring, which can bind any living thing." Old man Qiao looked smug.
"It's useless to just say it, how about I show it to us?"
"There are too many people to show off their skills. I can only demonstrate it in a small way." Old man Qiao whispered, and then moved closer to Di Jing, his fingers spread out, and the ring on the middle finger suddenly revealed an insult. The breath of, then moved a section toward the fingertips, and while moving, the ring gradually became larger.
"Okay!" Old man Qiao withdrew his strength, and the ring instantly became smaller, and retracted to his middle finger, not too big or too small, just right.
"Is it a spiritual tool?!" Several people screamed in a low voice, only a spiritual tool could be so mysterious.
Old man Qiao shook his head and said, "It's not a spiritual weapon, it's a very good magic weapon."
"This kind of baby, are you willing to gamble?"
"If there is no absolute certainty, the immortal will certainly not." Old man Qiao said quite confidently.
Di Jing looked at the helmet in his hand again, the breath that had spanned countless years was still permeating, and said, "What do you want to bet on?"
"Bet on that centipede on you!" The old man stared at Di Jing, solemnly.
"Which little beggar Mo Xinghun's master are you!?" Di Jing was taken aback.