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Chapter 114 Magical Reality (Monthly Pass Plus 33)

"Weirdly Weird"

Seeing Su Yan maintaining the fox shape, holding the token in his arms and standing up, sliding several meters on the ring to relieve the force of falling, Grand Master Jin couldn't help showing a strange smile.

The grand master knew about Su Yan's details. When Ao Renlin left, he specifically named Su Yan's name, which meant that he wanted the grand master to take care of him a little bit, so he couldn't help laughing when he saw Su Yan's appearance.

Winter black dragon actually has a funny talent?Isn't this the funniest thing ever?
With Su Yan flying there first, streaks of green light rose from the inside of the imperial city, and all of them landed on the ring accurately. In a short time, a large number of selected monks from different channels fell on the ring.

There are human races, monster races, and mountain spirits.

Su Yan saw that there were more people around. Su Yan, who had the experience of being kicked away by his own mother, no longer dared to maintain his fox appearance and reappear in his human form, standing on the ring with a black iron token in his hand.

Su Yan saw acquaintances as soon as he was tall, and both Yu Yanning and Feng Shiqi saw them.

A little further away is Luanming County Lord, several young masters who once made a big fuss in Ruchun Garden, and a member of the royal family whose whole body is covered in white gauze.

Su Yan was about to go forward and say hello to Yu Yanning and Luanming county magistrate, but he couldn't move, as if his body was restrained by some immobilization.

Although Emperor Wusheng didn't care about performing martial arts in front of the imperial court, it was one of the parts of ancestor worship. Naturally, it needed to maintain solemnity and sanctity. All monks who fell into the ring would be fixed and silenced. It's nothing to be noisy like a market in the arena.

Grand Master Jin waited for a while, and when the time came, he took an inventory of the monks to confirm how many of the 150 people were present, and after confirming that they were correct, he raised his hand and clapped again:
"The Imperial Martial Arts has officially started! But before that, you need to understand some things. The Imperial Martial Arts is one of the parts of ancestor worship. The main purpose is to celebrate the festival. Of course, this is also a big stage."

"Some of you may have sects, and some of you are from our Xia Yu system, but I don't care what you were like before, please pay attention to your quality in the ring."

Emperor Wusheng, Xia Yu's officials, elders of various forces and even powerful monsters all gathered in the imperial city, and behaved like a shrew cursing the street, which naturally needs to be avoided as much as possible.

"Killing is prohibited in the martial arts arena, and the use of spiritual weapons and any medicinal pills and nightmare-suppressing methods is prohibited."

Taishi Jin spoke lightly, and after telling the 150 people about the prohibition of performing martial arts, he didn't say anything else, turned around, walked back to his seat and sat down.

The Taishi is only the opening speaker, and the rest of the presiding and adjudicating matters have nothing to do with him.

The moment the grand master turned around, the height of the viewing area in the imperial city changed and began to rise and shrink.

"I will be responsible for the rest of the matter. All contestants, please take out your tokens."

Zou Tong, dressed in the costume of Zhenmasi, walked from the flat ground to the gradually rising arena, holding a sphere made of glass in his hand, and asked all the players to throw their tokens into the glass ball:

"There are 150 contestants, every morning from the beginning of the fighting to the evening for seven days, each of them will participate in at least one fighting every day, please pay attention."

Zou Tong opened his mouth to explain the rules of the group arena.

The imperial performance is not a knockout system, but a point-based arena match similar to a protracted battle.

The number of fights in a day is also not fixed, starting from early in the morning and continuing until night. The tokens that have participated in a round of competition will be placed in another sphere, and all monks will be randomly selected after a round of fighting.

As long as you persist for seven days, the top ten people with the highest points will be the winners of this imperial martial arts performance.

The imperial performance is not only a test of cultivation, but also a stage to test the wisdom, vision and luck of the contestants.

A monk may not have a cultivation level, nor may he have excellent talents.

But it must have strong luck, whether it is good luck or bad luck, otherwise, even if one becomes a monk, it is just the most mediocre.

After the imperial martial arts performance, many outstanding casual cultivators will be invited by the sect, because they are enough to prove that they have the ability to climb out of the mountain of corpses.

After all the monks put in the tokens, Zou Tong, who was the referee, raised the glazed ball, and the tokens inside began to spin at a high speed, and the first token popped out from the gap on the sphere and was suspended in mid-air.

A brilliance emerged from the jade-like token, and a monk's name and information were projected into the air.

[Casual repair in the late foundation building period: clearing the pond, doing soil work. 】

And at this moment, a token made of black iron was spit out from inside the sphere, and the name of the monk who fought against Qingchi also appeared at this moment:

[Fox demon in the mid-foundation period: Su Yan, water movement. 】

Zou Tong raised his eyebrows when he saw Su Yan's name, feeling a little surprised, but he still announced to the contestants present: "Besides the above two contestants, other monks please wait outside the ring."

"Grass! I still need to think about this game? That fox is weaker than the casual cultivator, and the soil ability restrains the water movement. How can I say that it is the casual cultivator beating the fox this time?"

As soon as Su Yan and Qing Chi's names were chosen, the flower buds popped out from behind the auditorium seats. The flower buds bloomed and spit out a wooden board with odds and monk information written on it.

Originally, the monks in the auditorium were all wailing for the first fight between the two. Their cultivation bases were so disparate, and even their attributes were strongly restrained. No matter how they thought about it, they knew that it would be the end of Qingchi killing Su Yan later!
But the odds displayed on the betting panel are completely different from what the gamblers guessed, even outrageous.

Su Yan 1:0.05, Qingchi: 1:2
Buy Su Yan a hundred catties of spirit stones, and if he wins the gambler, at most they can get five catties of spirit stones.

And if Qingchi wins, he will directly pay two for one.

Judging from the betting board, Qing Chi has no chance of beating Su Yan, and has become a big dark horse.

Such a magical scene made the gamblers look stupid.

"What the hell kind of situation is this? Can any fellow daoists who know the inside story tell me, how did the fox demon win when his cultivation level was not as good and there was restraint in his phase nature?"

The actual odds did not match the paper odds at all, causing a round of heated discussions and confusion on the betting side.

The monks all gambled against Xia Yu’s court, and the court’s ability to give such cautious odds proves that the people in Xia Yu’s court believed that Su Yan would win [-]%, but considering the unexpected situation, they filled in a symbolic The odds go up.

"I don't believe it! Those eunuchs in the household department must be scaring us. I just threw [-] catties of Lingshi at Sanxiu and bet that he can beat the fox! The fox crawled around on the ring and barked!"

A monk doesn't believe in evil, the data on paper is nothing, but if he doesn't believe it, he just believes in his own eyes.

My aunt didn't even think about it, and directly studded fifty thousand catties of spirit stones to her little fox.

lose?
Are you kidding, our little fox doesn't mention spells and things, he clenches his fists, and with his monster physique, he can knock that monk away with one punch, okay?
Although the household department didn't know Su Yan's background, they only needed to know that Su Yan was Chongqiong's nephew.

What can an undisciplined person use to beat the earth immortal?

You have to have a family if you have a son from a poor family!
(End of this chapter)