After hearing what Lei Meng said, Ning Qianshan sneered: "Lei Meng, you are not afraid of the strong wind and your tongue flicking. I will stop here for today. After three days, when all the sects are here, I will arrange an exchange and duel between young disciples. When the time comes, you, my precious disciple, must not be afraid to go on stage."
Lei Meng laughed loudly: "Ning Qianshan, okay, I will wait for the exchange and duel between the young disciples you arrange. When the time comes, I will bet with you. I wonder if you dare to accept it."
Ning Qianshan snorted, "Why not, Lei Meng, you'd better prepare more bets recently, or you won't lose so much that you won't even have any pants left."
Lei Meng said: "This is exactly what I want to tell you."
"Hmph, see you in three days! Let's go!" Ning Qianshan did not continue to argue with Lei Meng, but snorted coldly.
"What's going on so lively?"
Just as Ning Qianshan and Lei Meng were arguing, the sky suddenly turned blood red. The thick white fog turned into a bright blood color, as if a sea of blood was hanging upside down, which looked extremely terrifying.
In the distance, a huge blood cloud seemed to be moving slowly but was actually fast. In the blink of an eye, it flew over everyone's heads, then slowly descended. Finally, countless young disciples dressed in scarlet clothes jumped down from the blood cloud, with blood rising to the sky and murderous aura like the sea.
"I just heard about the gambling fight between the two of you. How can such an exciting event be without my Blood Cloud Tower? My Blood Cloud Tower is also one of them."
An old man in a blood-red robe slowly gathered the large blood cloud, finally turning it into the size of a fist and stuffing it into his sleeve, then he slowly spoke.
"Yin Tianshu, is that you?"
Ning Qianshan looked at the old man who was walking slowly towards him, and smiled grimly, saying, "You, the Blood Cloud Tower, also want to get involved. That's fine, but the minimum bet is 10,000 mid-grade Yuan Crystal Stones per round. Do you dare to accept it?"
Yin Tianshu sneered, "Ning Qianshan, why are you still so petty? Ten thousand mid-grade Yuan Crystals, isn't that a lot? I agree. Three days later, let these little guys get close to each other and see what progress your Thousand Demon Sect has made over the years, and whether it is still the weakest of the seven major sects."
Yin Tianshu's words hit Ning Qianshan's heart. His face turned pale and he said coldly, "You will know when the time comes."
At this time, two more voices rang out, saying, "Such a lively event, how can we leave out the Shenlong Sect!"
"Oh, and my Mountain of Beasts!"
Two more old men walked down from the top of the mountain. One of them was riding on a giant pure white tiger. The tiger had soft, silver-white fur without a single stray hair. Its eyes were like colored glaze, exuding the majesty of a king.
The old man on the white tiger was also tall, with white hair and beard, a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked very majestic.
As for the other old man, he had gray hair, wore a dragon robe, carried a Qingyun sword on his back, and had an immortal-like demeanor, but there was a hint of domineering in his eyes.
One of these two people is Mo Shan, the deputy master of Wanshou Mountain, and the other is Hong Shouquan, the deputy master of Shenlong Sect. Shenlong Sect ranks second among the seven major sects, while Wanshou Mountain ranks fourth among the seven major sects.