"So awesome!" Many people were shocked, and some people quietly followed Ye Ming to see which arena he was looking for.
Before the next arena, Ye Ming stood still and observed the situation first.
"In the sword pool, if you challenge at the same level, the winner will receive five hundred thousand martial coins; in the samurai territory, if you challenge with swordsmanship, the winner will be given one million martial coins."
In front of the courtyard of Jianchi, there were two arenas. On one of the arenas stood a young warrior of the first rank. In another arena, there was a fourth-grade warrior boy. There were many people watching beside the ring, but no one stepped forward to challenge. There were quite a few people talking about it.
"Sword Pool is indeed one of the strongest holy places, and it is dominated by swordsmanship. In these two arenas, we have been undefeated for more than ten consecutive games!"
"Jianchi dares to give such a high bonus, so he is naturally confident. I heard that someone in Jianchi has cultivated the Youtian Black Emperor Sword. This Swordchi is probably going to rise!"
"No one has challenged me for a long time. Is there no one today?"
"Dongqi Academy, Ye Ming comes to challenge!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, Ye Ming stepped onto the swordsmanship ring. The fourth-grade warrior boy turned around. He had an ordinary appearance and ordinary temperament, but his eyes were cold and his spirit was calm. He said calmly: "Sixth-grade warrior? You are so weak, you dare to fight with swords, are you looking for death? Do you have enough money with you?"
Ye Ming threw the storage ring over and said: "One million, every penny is a lot."
The young man smiled and nodded: "Very good, if I beat you again, I will win ten million today, and I will get five million in my share."
Ye Ming's heart moved: "You look very confident."
The young man laughed "haha": "Jianchi dominates Tianyuan with swordsmanship, and the details behind it are beyond your understanding."
"In that case, do you dare to make an extra bet with me?" Ye Ming asked.
The young man's eyes flashed, he stared at Ye Ming and asked: "How do you want to bet?"
Ye Ming threw another storage ring: "There is another one million Wuzun coins in it. If you lose, lose another million. If I lose, this million will be your income alone."
"Interesting!" The young man laughed, "I'll bet with you!"
Ye Ming pulled out the Dragon Armor Sword with a "choking" sound, and said lightly: "I will fight you with the Liangyi Sword Technique."
"I'll just use the 'Three Three Swords'." The young man said confidently, "I hope you can stick to a few more moves and don't lose too quickly, otherwise it will be too boring."
Ye Ming held the sword with both hands. For some reason, the moves of the young man in green and the young man in red suddenly appeared in his mind.
The red-clothed boy's withered branches intertwined with each other, split into two, two into four, and four into eight, instantly forming a sword formation. Although it is also a method of Gang Jin generating talismans, it is much more mysterious than him.
The Six-Yuan Arithmetic Formation operated hundreds of millions of times in an instant, and the moves of the young man in red were constantly being decomposed, reassembled, and then compared with his Liangyi Sword Technique. With a snap of his fingers, he understood many of its mysteries.
"Isn't this what the Liangyi Sword Technique is like? The two instruments generate yin and yang, yin and yang generate the four images, and the four images create the Bagua?"
The six-element arithmetic array operates twice again, one is two, two is four, four is eight, and the deduction continues. In an instant, an idea flashed in his mind, the sword vibrated, and lightning struck out.
"Well done!"
The young man shouted softly and thrust out his sword lightly. The moment the two swords came into contact, the light of his sword suddenly surged, evolving in threes and threes, advancing layer by layer, with endless mysteries.
But Ye Ming's sword light was only as big as a human head, retreating continuously, and seemed to collapse at any time.
The Jianchi disciples who were watching the battle said one after another: "Junior Brother Feng Tang's three or three swords already have a hint of sword intent. This person will definitely lose!"
"Haha, what a fool, you actually compete with our sword pool? Now, his two million will belong to Junior Brother Feng Tang!"
"Hey! How can the mere Liangyi Sword Technique be compared with the Sansan Sword Technique? The Sansan Sword Technique is at its ultimate level and can create the Sansan World and infinite caves. Each cave has a huge amount of sword energy hidden in it. Its power is simply terrifying!"
Ye Ming's sword light retreated and retreated. Suddenly, it was like a light split into two, two into four, four into eight, divided into Zhou Tian. Then there was a thunder, and a magnificent killing array was formed. With great strength and murderous intent, Feng Tang's sword light suddenly dimmed, like a firefly under the stars and moon, insignificant and instantly disintegrated.
"What?" Everyone was shocked and their eyes widened.
Under the sword light that filled the sky, Feng Tang couldn't see or hear. His fingers hurt and the sword fell to the ground. Then the sword light dissipated, and the dragon-armored sword was pointed at his throat. With just a flick of the sword, he could be killed.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he immediately said: "I lost!"
Ye Ming put away the two million Wu Zun coins and said lightly: "There is no strongest swordsman in the world, only stronger!"
He did not leave immediately, but came to another ring.
The young man in the ring suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "What, you want to fight me too?"
Ye Ming said lightly: "Although we are fighting at the same level, my level is lower than yours, so you won't suffer."
The young man sneered: "Okay! I will win back the two million for Junior Brother Feng Tang!"
"What? You want to raise the bet too?" Ye Ming smiled. If he really wanted to sleep, someone would give him a pillow.
"In today's competition, I won 7 million, and I got 3.5 million in my hand. That's good, I bet you the 3.5 million, together with the original 500,000."
"Four million?" Ye Ming nodded, "Okay! I'll follow you!"
Without hesitation, he threw the four million Wuzun coins on the ground.
The young man said: "Let me introduce myself. I am Chu Jingtao, a first-grade warrior, the Holy Son of Jianchi, and the main force participating in the Hidden Dragon Ranking."
Ye Ming said lightly: "Dong Qi Academy, Ye Ming, is the only person in the academy who participated in the Samurai Hidden Dragon Ranking."
Chu Jingtao said: "Although I am setting up a competition here, my swordsmanship is far superior to that of Junior Brother Feng Tang. I see that your swordsmanship is amazing. I want to compete with you, do you dare?"
Ye Ming said lightly: "Why don't you dare? Please!"
Chu Jingtao showed his long sword and said: "This sword is called Jinghong. It has been sleeping in the sword pool for three thousand years and was only awakened by me half a year ago. I practice holy-level martial arts, "Little Heavenly Sword Technique". Please enlighten me!"
Ye Ming looked calm on the surface, but was actually quite shocked inside. Regardless of Feng Tang or Chu Jingtao, they are all extremely wealthy, and their courage can be seen from the fact that they dare to gamble millions of Wu Zun coins casually. Obviously, their wealth is more than just a few million Wuzun coins.
"If you have the chance, it's better to worship in the Holy Land." He thought to himself, "Even entering the Holy Land and having a backer is much easier than trying to make money alone."
This thought flashed through his mind, and he showed his sword style, still using Liangyi swordsmanship to fight against the enemy.
Under the stage, someone from the Yin Yang Sect ran over at some point, and someone said in surprise: "Huh? Isn't that Liang Yi Sword Technique? Who is this person? Why don't I recognize him?"