Qin Tian's purpose is obvious.
Take shortcuts and make a fortune by gambling.
A hundred thousand points of credit, it takes at least three months to do the task, and now I run into Lin Yan, maybe I will run into Yang Han tomorrow.
After contacting it during this period of time, it was discovered that the Great Sky faction was beyond imagination and it was almost pervasive. Yang Han has been in the Dynastic faction for many years, and he must have taken a lot of party members. If he doesn't qualify as an inner disciple as soon as possible, there will be no less trouble if he runs into it.
The value of outer disciples is far inferior to that of inner disciples.
Besides, being a disciple of the Huangzhimen, he was even less taken seriously. He suddenly disappeared when he was on a mission and couldn't attract anyone's attention. Who would care about the life and death of the Huangzhimen
The inner disciple is different. The mainstay of the Thousand Machine Sect is highly valued and will not easily let any disciple die.
For a long time, betting shops were scarce.
The old man stepped into the enchantment again, his voice was extremely loud, announcing the start of the game.
Qin Tian's name appeared in the first round of the battle for supremacy.
"Qin Tian vs. Zeng Xiang, the odds are 1:1"
Tens of thousands of disciples in the field are not familiar with Qin Tian and Zeng Xiang. Although the number of bets is very rare, Qin Tian is naturally aware of this phenomenon, but others have no impression of him when betting. He is only concerned with his own. That bet.
Qin Tian walked into the barrier arena from the players' rest area, and Zeng Xiang also walked into another intersection at the same time.
The two looked at each other in the ring, and Zeng Xiang immediately burst out of his full strength and rushed forward.
Qin Tian calmly calmed down, smiled slightly, his body accelerated suddenly, and the blood in his body suddenly changed. Zeng Xiang felt the powerful pressure, and his heart was extremely angry. His eyes changed, and his qi became a soldier. A long sword turned thousands of ways. Sword Qi is raging.
The sword aura was like a rainbow, and thousands of swords were sent out, sealing all Qin Tian's retreats. Zeng Xiang chuckled lightly, "Death!"
Just after the word "death" was finished, his expression was suddenly shocked, Qingtian disappeared in place and disappeared.
"Oh… "
Tens of thousands of disciples suddenly broke out with astonishing shouts.
At some point, Qin Tian appeared behind Zeng Xiang and hid the blood in his body. Zeng Xiang didn’t notice it at all. He even looked at the referee outside the court, spread his hands, shrugged and said, “I’m gone, isn’t it me? Won?"
The old referee shook his head lightly, with a sneer on his face.
Everyone was standing behind them and didn't know, they even said that they had won.
What a joke.
"Hey!" Qin Tian suddenly sighed softly in Zeng Xiang's ear.
Immediately, Zeng Xiang spit out his eyes, his feet accelerated crazily, and a sense of fear rose, but he was dissatisfied in his heart. After rushing for tens of feet, he suddenly turned his head and looked again, Qin Tian's figure still disappeared.
At this moment, the cold sweat on his forehead was like rolling soybeans, his clothes were soaked, and he turned his head dumbly, and found that Qin Tian appeared behind him again. The feeling was more uncomfortable than killing him.
Weak in fighting spirit, and win without fighting.
With unparalleled speed, Zeng Xiang couldn't match it at all. The only way out was to admit defeat.
"I lost." Zeng Xiang, like a bereavement dog, bowed his head and walked off the ring, full of helplessness.
No one thought that the first battle for hegemony would end in this way. Tens of thousands of passionate disciples did not even scream for cheering, and it ended so quickly that many people simply had no time to react.
The referee smiled faintly and glanced at Qin Tian, his eyes expressing appreciation.
Knowing that he is stronger than his opponent, he has no grievances and no grudges. There is no need to hurt others. This is what Qin Tian thought, but it aroused many disciples from outside. They came to watch the wonderful game and used their speed twice at random. , Just won the game, not even a fight.
"Won, haha..." Lin Yan laughed, thinking of what Qin Tian had confessed, and immediately walked to the betting station, and suppressed all the credit Qin Tian had won, and he also suppressed the credit for winning. Going down, he believed that Qin Tian would definitely win today.
"Are you sure you will continue to challenge?" The old referee's expression changed slightly. He knew that Qin Tian's strength had reached the fifth stage of refining Gang, but he didn't expect Qin Tianhui to request to continue to fight, so he wanted to fight all the way to the end. But something that has never happened before.
"Do you want to think about it again?" the old man asked.
"Thank you for your concern, I'm sure to fight." Qin Tian was extremely serious.
The old man smiled faintly, "Okay."
Then it was announced that Qin Tian had chosen to continue to fight, and tens of thousands of disciples made mocking sneers and sighs, all believing that he was looking for death.
The disciples of the Heavenly Gate did not dare to do this, but one of his disciples of the Yellow Gate was so arrogant that many of the disciples of the Heavenly Gate were very upset.
Qin Tian smiled faintly, glanced at the commotion in the arena coldly, then closed his eyes slightly and waited for the next opponent.
Ignore their existence completely.
Tens of thousands of disciples became even more dissatisfied, all of them verbally cursed.
The betting shop became crazy. Almost no one pressed Qin Tian, all of them pressed on his opponents. They didn't believe that Qin Tian could win. It was a fluke to win just now, and they defeated him psychologically with the advantage of speed. Opponents, the next game will not be so lucky.
The list of matches comes out.
Wang Fang, disciple of the Gate of Heaven, the fifth rank of Liangang.
Qin Tian smiled, "It's from the Sky High School again."
Wang Fang's strength is extremely superb, ranking in the top twenty among the outer disciples, and will be the next contender for the inner disciple's strength.
His appearance completely caused tens of thousands of disciples to respond, shouting his name, and his morale was extremely high.
Wang Fang sneered halfway, shook his head and looked at Qin Tian, and said, "Brother, you are looking for death. Don't blame me for being cruel and cruel after being a ghost."
Then he said coldly: "Actually I hate murder, but if someone wants you to die, I will do it for you."
Qin Tian was startled, but he had a question in his heart, "Who wants me to die? Could it be that the last time that Yu Sheng was killed was exposed?"
His heart tightened, his face expressionless, looking at Wang Fang, Qin's breath burst out, purple arrogance burst out, a death-like smile hung on his face, and he gently spit out, "I like killing people very much. Remember to let Hades after being a ghost. Come to me."
Then both eyes opened in anger, and the majestic qigong suddenly changed, and the extremely powerful aura instantly attacked, the speed increased to the extreme, the purple steel gun swept out on both hands, the momentum was extremely strong, and the strong wind shot out...
Wang Fang retreated abruptly, but he couldn't think that Qin Tian was so powerful, his heart pressure doubled, and it was almost a thought. When he reacted, Qin Tian's purple spear had already pierced into his heart, feeling the loss of life a little bit, his vision gradually blurred. …
Wang Fang, dead.
With a smile on Qin Tian's face, he secretly said, "Small explosion!"
The tens of thousands of disciples in the field were silent, as if they had been slashed a few times, so hot that they couldn't say a word!