God's Desolate Spring and Autumn

Chapter 49: leisurely

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In a restaurant not far from the Yuntai, a few people stood in front of a window, quietly watching Qi Wuzhen on the Yuntai.

"It's the third son of the Qi family. This person is still so arrogant. In places like Chenzhou, he also likes to show off." The handsome young man said displeasedly.

"But his cultivation level hasn't fallen." The middle-aged man admired a little and said with a slight smile.

The youth looked at him and asked, "Uncle Qi, who do you think is stronger than him?"

These two people belonged to the Yu family in the Great Wilderness Border City. The young man was named Yu Tianfeng, the fifth son of the Yu family, and the middle-aged man, named Yu Fan, was the elder of Yu Tianfeng.

"It's hard to tell." Yu Fan didn't make a judgment, but just looked at the cloud platform.

Yu Tianfeng said, "So what kind of person is Di Jing? Why didn't you see him go up!"

"I don't want him to go up yet."

"Why? Uncle Qi." Yu Tianfeng looked at him suspiciously, puzzled.

Yu Fan said with a smile: "According to Zhang Sui already said, that Di Jing was only in the early stage of transforming the vein realm. No matter how powerful he is, how can he make Qi without a trace of his opponent? The things in the wasteland may fall into Qi Wuxian's hands. In that case, it will be a little difficult for us to get them."

Yu Tianfeng nodded, feeling that it made sense. They could ignore the Lieyang Cave Sky, but they had to think about the Qi family behind Qi Wujian.

"I hope that Di Jing can defeat Qi Wuji, and then I will defeat Di Jing. In this way, not only can we get what we want, but also overwhelm Qi Wuji on another level. The best of both worlds, kills two birds with one stone!" Yu Tianfeng said triumphantly, as if what he said was the truth.

"If that's the case, we won't be able to fight against Di Jing. Instead, we will try our best to win him over."

"Why is this again?"

"A cultivator in the early stage of the Huamai realm can defeat the late stage of the Huamai realm, and the opponent is still in the late stage of the Huamai realm like Qi Wuji. Do you think about the means and strength of such a person?" Yu Fan looked at Yu Tianfeng said earnestly, "What would happen to you if you were defeated by a cultivator of the Huamai Realm?"

"Uncle Qi, this is impossible. How can a cultivator compare with me in the early stage of Huamai Realm?" Yu Tianfeng felt that there was no need to answer this question.

"If it is true, what will happen?" Yu Fan continued to ask.

"Then he too..." Yu Tianfeng looked at his Seventh Uncle and found that the other person's eyes were serious, his tone changed, and he said, "This kind of person is not the first in ancient times, but it is also considered Now a wizard of the world."

"So Lieyang Dongtian wanted to destroy him, and sent Qi Wuming to perform this task, and we watched the changes. If it is worthy of wining, we will abandon our previous plans and plans."

Above the cloud platform, Qi Wuji alone is independent, immovable, impatient or impatient, just like a mountain, with the sky on top and the earth on the bottom. Many monks can't help being impressed by it, just like this world, Only Qi Wuzhen stood alone.

"This Qi family's third son's'attracting souls and destroying gods' is not low in its realm!" Yu Fan couldn't help sighing.

Standing on the cloud platform, Qi Wuming secretly performed his exercises, and the humble will of heaven and earth invaded into the souls of the people silently, making himself look extraordinary in the eyes of those monks.

Many people are sighing, to build momentum for Qi Wujie, but most of these are monks of the Great Pulse Realm, those with advanced cultivation levels, or those with a stable mind, but they have not been disturbed by him.

Mo Xinghun's face was stupid, and Old Man Qiao slapped him on the back of his head, shouting: "Things of nothing!"

Mo Xinghun immediately recovered, touched his head embarrassedly, and smiled at his master.

Di Jing encountered this kind of technique when he was in the Kunxu Shenshan Mountain. The level at that time was countless times more sinister than now. Qi Wujie focused his attention on it, so he collapsed and worshiped at the feet of the opponent. This level of mental interference was almost useless to him.

"Uncle Master, are you still not on it?" Li Feng saw Qi Wuji have been on it for some time, and the magic of attracting souls and extinguishing the gods he performed made many monks build momentum for him. He felt that if this continues, Di Jing will Was said to have no confidence.

Experts make the move, confidence is very important, with the belief that they will win, the fighting spirit is high, and they can overwhelm the opponent in the momentum and attack the strong with the weak.

Di Jing smiled and said, "It's not busy, maybe he has other opponents, let's wait first."

He didn't panic at all. He didn't mean to be on stage at all, but what was surprising was that Di Jing dragged him over to a chair and sat down.

"What's the situation?" Everyone was confused, the opponent was already waiting on the stage, but he himself sat down casually! Does this test compare

"Is this person scared? If you're afraid, go home quickly. Is it fun to sit here?" Someone can't help it. They can come here to compete regardless of the other's identity, so they will show their masculine spirit.

"This is called psychological tactics, you don't understand it!" Mo Xinghun yelled from the table in the air. He was disturbed by Qi Wujie before and rejected him. Although Di Jing won his centipede, But he gave himself a Yunling sapphire, so he felt pretty good for Di Jing.

Not only other people don’t understand, but Li Feng and other disciples of Zongling Dongtian are also at a loss. I don’t know what tricks this little uncle is playing

When the people in Lieyang Cave saw that Di Jing was like this, they felt that the other party didn’t put people in their eyes, and they were furious. They wanted to come and throw Di Jing up to death, but when they saw Zhao Hengtu and several people around Di Jing , Stopped bitterly again, gritted his teeth and said: "See if you can still sit in the wasteland and grow old!"

The betting around has also stopped, because almost everyone bet Qi Wuzhu wins and Di Jing loses, but there is no banker to take it. This last game just closed the stall and quit.

"Qiao Daxian, I bet Di Jing would not dare to come on stage, if he goes up, even if I lose! Can't you pick it up?" a monk shouted at the old man Qiao.

"Then you are determined to lose, let's get the stuff!" Old man Qiao was going to gamble his money. He didn't think Di Jing would win, but he was certain that Di Jing would be on stage.

"Qiao Daxian, I bet Di Jing will die. If I still breathe, I will count as a loss!"

"Me too, me too!"

"I bet Di Jing was maimed!"

"I gambled to waste!"

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The surrounding bets set off a wave of gambling, no longer betting on winning or losing, but on the final result of Di Jing, whether it is life or death, disability or disuse.

Those dealers opened files again, this kind of business is so good, no matter whether Di Jing wins or loses, they all make a lot of money.

When everyone had finished their betting, they were about to urge Di Jing to take the stage to compete, only to find that Di Jing was asleep with his head tilted, his legs spread wide open, and the whole person was paralyzed on the chair.

Qi Wujiu waited for a long time, and at first saw Di Jing sitting down, only when he did not dare to come up, bluffing to cover up his fear and embarrassment. But now he fell asleep directly, and he didn't pay attention to the competition at all, he didn't pay attention to him without a trace.

Qi Wuji couldn't help but rise in anger, his fingers creaked, and he could no longer hold back his anger. He shouted: "Di Jing, come up to life and death!"

Di Jing shook his body, slowly opened his sleepy eyes, stretched out a long waist, and put on a very unhappy look, and said, "I can't sleep well after I sleep!"

When everyone saw him like this, their teeth were tickled with anger, especially those from Lieyang Cave Sky, and they wanted to come directly and unload him, then throw him away to feed the dog.

"If you have enough sleep, it's time for the competition. In the end, it's all an ending. It's better to have a good time and look like a man!" The people around were scorning Di Jing.

But Di Jing pretended to be unidentified, looking at Qi Wujie on the cloud platform, questioning: "Are you waiting for me?"

"Nonsense, isn't it waiting for you or me?" Those monks were so angry that they almost vomited blood. Di Jing's appearance was completely intentional.

"Let’s say it earlier, I thought you had an appointment with other people for a trial. It turned out that it was here for me this time! I’m really flattered!" Di Jing got up slowly, twisted his waist, and evacuated because of falling asleep. Bones.

"puff!"

A monk was directly angry and spewed blood.

Qi Wujin's chest was up and down, obviously not lightly angry, and a finger shot out, shaking Di Jing's chair to pieces: "Come up and die!"

"How come you have to struggle a few times." Di Jing Gulong said, although the voice is not loud, but Qi Wujie can hear it.

Qi Wuji's face was murderous, and the sword flew directly out of the magic treasure bag, drawing a cyan flying rainbow in the air, and the dignified cold light made people feel chills in their hearts.

Di Jing walks in the air, just like traveling in mountains and rivers.

As soon as Di Jing's feet fell, Qi Wuming's tactics changed, and the sword flew out, hitting the vital part of Di Jing's chest.

Di Jing moved slightly, staggered and avoided, punched out, hit the sword, buzzed, and shouted, "Stop!"

"What's wrong with you! What's wrong?" The monks under the cloud platform yelled Qi Qi. This Di Jing caused so many things from beginning to end, and it took a lot of time. Now he's on the stage, still thinking What tricks do you play

"You haven't added any color yet?" Di Jing smiled embarrassedly. Qi Wuzhen is a fat sheep, and he must squeeze something good.

Qi Wuji was already angered, he just wanted to slay Di Jing under the sword, his whole body was soaring to the sky, and he had a faint feeling of turning into substance, as if he was wrapped in a flame.

"It's the pure sun and flame magic!" someone cried.

Qi Wuxian tugged at his waist, took down the magic bag, threw it aside, and shouted: "If you win, the entire magic bag is yours. As for your lottery, it's your life!"