Yang Qingxuan was surprised and delighted, and said: "This cassock has at least ten times the gravity. If you wear it to practice, you will get twice the result with half the effort!"
Lu Jiangpeng said: "To be precise, it is fifteen times the force of gravity. There is a gravity formation on this robe, and even your blood and breath are suppressed by fifteen times."
"Haha, great!"
Yang Qingxuan thought of the 100-fold gravity field in the mine. Although the pressure was very uncomfortable, it directly improved his cultivation level. The 15-fold gravity was just right and did not affect his daily actions.
He tried to jump up, and a piece of the blue brick under his feet shattered with a "bang", and he jumped seven or eight feet high.
After landing, he stomped on the ground with both feet, smashed two green bricks again with a "bang", and found that Lu Jiangpeng opened his mouth wide, as if petrified.
Yang Qingxuan shook his hands and said, "Elder Lu, Elder Lu, are you okay?"
Lu Jiangpeng shook his head, stared at him in a daze, and then let out a sigh of relief. He waved his hand and said, "Comparing people to others, I'm so pissed off. Don't talk, don't talk. Let's go, after reaching the tenth floor of Body Tempering , I will give you a third gift."
"Thank you, elder!"
Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed. With this Wujin robe, the time he needed to rush to the tenth floor of the quenching body would be greatly shortened.
After bidding farewell to Lu Jiangpeng, he left the academy and headed for Mingyue Villa.
Mingyue Villa is a gold-selling cave where rich people gather in the east of the city. It looks like an extremely magnificent high-rise building. The building signboard is seven big gold characters: When will the bright moon shine.
After showing the token given by Wen Wen, a ma boy immediately came to lead the way, and there were voices of men and women joking and joking along the way. The ma boy who led the way smiled and said: "Don't be surprised, there is everything in this villa. As long as you have money, this is paradise."
Yang Qingxuan smiled without saying a word. He had seen this kind of scene a lot, so naturally he wouldn't be offended.
Ma Zai saw that he was extraordinary, and there was a heroic spirit in his bright eyes and beautiful eyebrows, so he couldn't help saying: "In the gambling arena, remember to be greedy, and you must do what you can."
Yang Qingxuan said "Oh?" and then asked, "What do you mean by this little brother?"
The horse boy seemed to feel that he had slipped his words. After his face changed slightly, he smiled and said, "It's really nothing. Since you dare to gamble, you must have two brushes. You must be from Tiancong Academy. I have already I have seen many students come here to make money.”
Seeing that he was alert, Yang Qingxuan didn't ask any more questions. Every arena has its own rules. As a young man, it is really taboo to talk too much.
Soon, passing through several corridors, those whore laughter faded away. Then through a narrow and dark corridor, into a wing.
The light inside was dim, groups of people came in and out, and the fiery noise came from not far from the next door. The environment was very similar to a black boxing place, and the nature of this betting fight was indeed no different from that of black boxing.
Ma Zai brought him in front of an old man, said: "This is Mr. Lu." He bowed and retreated.
Mr. Lu was skinny, with a pair of shrewd small eyes sized Yang Qingxuan a few times, and said with a smile, "Wen Wen brought it? What is your cultivation level...?"
Yang Qingxuan said: "Qiwu tenth floor."
Mr. Lu nodded with a smile, and said: "That's right, at such an age, it's pretty good to have the tenth level of martial arts. Wen Wen told you the rules here, right?"
Yang Qingxuan said: "I don't know the details, I hope Mr. Lu will explain it in detail." There is no easy money in the world, everyone is licking blood on the edge of a knife, so it's better to ask clearly.
Mr. Lu nodded appreciatively, and said: "You are very cautious, very good. The rules are very simple. We will arrange a competition with your strength not much different from yours. After a round, you will get 50 credits regardless of whether you win or lose."
Yang Qingxuan asked suspiciously: "If this is the case, then who will work hard to win?"
Mr. Lu smiled, lying comfortably on the grand teacher's chair, rubbing his hands in front of him, and said in a hey voice: "There is no surrender in a gambling fight. Only when the winner stops, is it over. And if the loser is killed, the winner will You will get five times the reward."
"What?!"
Yang Qingxuan's complexion changed drastically, murderous look burst out in his eyes, he stared at Mr. Lu coldly and said: "The rules of this gambling are to lead the contestants to their death!"
Mr. Lu's heart trembled when he was stared at by his cold light, he couldn't help being shocked, and thought to himself: "He is only at the tenth level of Qiwu, why does this aura scare me?" Then he thought happily: "This The boy is not simple, I am afraid that he has a few cards." He said: "You are right, this is the original intention of the rule setter."
He looked at Yang Qingxuan with a sneer, and said, "This is Mingyue Villa, it's the Gold Selling Cave, not Shantang."
Yang Qingxuan's five fingers clasped together, and his face was ashen. He had thought that the credits would not be so easy to earn, but he didn't expect it to be so cruel.
Mr. Lu brushed the dust off his sleeves, and said with disdain: "No one will force you to compete. If you think it's too cruel, you can win every game, just don't kill your opponent."
Yang Qingxuan said in a deep voice, "Are all my opponents at the Qi level?"
Mr. Lu squinted his eyes, nodded and smiled: "Of course, if the difference in cultivation base is too large, then what's the point in fighting? However, if you ask for a higher level, that's another matter, and the rewards are also different." It will increase accordingly. It’s just that I have been in charge of Mingyue Villa for so many years, and only two people have ever stepped up and fought, and they are both from your Tiancong Academy.”
It was only then that Yang Qingxuan realized that Mr. Lu in front of him was the chief steward of Mingyue Villa, and he asked curiously, "Who is it that jumped the ranks?"
Mr. Lu's face became solemn, and he said: "It is Tiancong Academy, You Ye, one of the four kings on the Qianlong list, and Fang Chen, who is ranked in the top ten."
Yang Qingxuan was shocked and said: "What? It's them!" He didn't know You Ye, but Fang Chen was Lu Jiangpeng's disciple, a physical practitioner, and a yellow scarf warrior.
I just don't know if Fang Chen is the spirit of a yellow scarf warrior, a jade bone, or a marrow-changing realm. Thinking that Lu Jiangpeng is only a strong person in the Yisui Realm, then Fang Chen is probably wandering in the late stage of desperation, or at the Great Perfection.
Seeing his expression, Mr. Lu was surprised and said: "Why, you know them? But you are a student of Tiancong Academy, so it is not surprising to know the strong ones on the Qianlong list." If you challenge, you can get 200 credits for each fight, and if you directly kill the opponent, you can get five times the reward, 1000 credits!"
Yang Qingxuan's heart was shaken, unexpectedly, 1000 credits were in front of him, and it was within reach. But letting him kill for no reason is really against the principle and cannot be done.
Even if you don't kill people, as long as you step up to the Spirit Martial Realm and win five games, you can still get 1000 credits.
Mr. Lu seemed to have sensed his thoughts, and said with a smile: "I can see that your strength is not weak. But don't be too greedy, I suggest you start from the Qi Martial Realm. Warriors who can come here are absolutely There are no weak hands."
(end of this chapter)