Shengui Changsheng: Start from Zhenwuwei and add some points to cultivate immortality

Chapter 169 A huge sum of money

The drums are ringing!

The light curtain of the formation rose up in the Colosseum.

Young Master Qiuyue laughed grimly.

Say nothing.

He raised his hand and cast a talisman to immobilize the person.

The talisman fell on Tian Chanzi, and a golden light fell on the center of Tian Chanzi's eyebrows. The talisman burned automatically with a humming sound.

Young Master Qiuyue's pupils shrank.

He had used this immobilizing talisman many times and it always worked wonders during battles. He had never thought that Tian Chanzi would be so difficult to deal with. Young Master Qiuyue sneered, and with a humming sound, a talisman floated out of his body.

"Talisman Master?!"

The moment everyone saw the talisman.

Everyone's eyes widened.

In a small place like Qingyang County, there is no such thing as a talisman master.

Moreover, talisman masters are usually treated as guests of honor, so why would they personally go out to fight?

Pi Xiu glanced at him, frowned, and said to Fu Shaoping:
"Brother, I know who this Mr. Qiuyue is. He is Cui Mingyue, the seeded player of the Cui family's competition next year!"

When Cui Mingyue was promoted to a talisman master.

The Cui family specially organized a grand celebration.

Pi Xiu was born in a branch of the Pi family, so he was naturally not qualified to participate in this celebration. However, he heard that Cui Mingyue demonstrated his natal talisman at the celebration. The attribute of his talisman was fire, and it could instantly evolve into hundreds of fire crows for battle.

After being promoted to Talisman Master.

They are generally divided into one-seal talisman masters, two-seal talisman masters, etc.

Every time a talisman is condensed, its effect is different.

"No wonder the other side is so confident!"

Fu Shaoping stared at the battlefield intently.

His mental strength has reached over sixty, and he only needs one-third to condense a talisman and become a talisman master.

For the talisman master.

He knows very little.

He also wanted to know how strong Cui Mingyue was.

after all.

Maybe we might meet in next year's competition among noble families.

"quack quack"

In the field.

All that was heard was an unpleasant sound of a fire crow.

As Cui Mingyue cast his spell on his natal talisman, the talisman glowed brightly red, and then fire crows condensed out from the talisman. In an instant, there were hundreds of them. The fire crows flapped their wings and moved at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, they trapped Tian Chanzi.

As the wings flutter.

Countless flames fell, and the entire Colosseum instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Tian Chanzi had no way to avoid it.

But that day, Zenzi's eyes were very calm, not as beastly as the blue-eyed man in the previous scene. He just pointed at his brow, and a vertical eye appeared at his brow accompanied by a flash of golden light. The vertical eye flashed slightly, and the golden light condensed together, and with a hum, it turned into a golden light shield that enveloped him.

Fire rained down.

But it was blocked outside by the golden light shield.

Tian Chanzi blinked his eyes, and golden lights turned into thousands of blades that flew upstream.

Quack quack.

The fire crow was cut in half by the golden blade, and with a bang, it turned into balls of fire and dissipated.

"It's quite capable!"

Cui Mingyue sneered.

The law of judgment changed.

However, thousands of flames gathered in the middle, and with a bang, they turned into a huge fire crow. The fire crow waved its claws, making a clanging sound. All the golden blades that shot up were crushed to pieces, and its momentum did not decrease. Its claws swung directly towards Tian Chanzi's crown.

Tian Chanzi's pupils shrank.

A palm strike on the chest.

Bang.

Thousands of blood mists rose.

The blood mist enveloped him and transformed him into six blood shadows that fled to every corner of the Colosseum.

"Want to run, dream!"

Cui Mingyue put his index finger and middle finger together and drew them across his eyes. When his eyes opened, a strange light flashed. He sneered and made a sign. The Fire Crow immediately changed direction and swung its claws in the air towards the blood shadow in the northwest corner.

A scream.

The bloody shadow staggered.

The figure of Tian Chanzi appeared.

Tian Chanzi saw the fire crows coming again, and although there was a flash of reluctance on his face, he still waved out his white handkerchief and said:
"I surrender!"

Speak human words.

This shows that the managers of the Colosseum had high expectations of him.

Cui Mingyue seemed not to have heard it. He suddenly tapped the talisman and waved his fire crow claws continuously, creating thousands of phantoms that surrounded Tian Chanzi from all directions, as if he was determined to tear Tian Chanzi to pieces.

A close call.

Magical arrays surged around the arena.

Bang!
A barrier fell in front of Tian Chanzi.

The Fire Crow's attack landed on the barrier, only causing the white barrier to tremble slightly.

Cui Mingyue snorted unwillingly.

In the Colosseum.

The white-robed steward appeared and glanced at Cui Mingyue indifferently. Cui Mingyue then put away the natal talisman.

Cui Mingyue was only annoyed for a while.

Then he smiled.

He had heard of the Colosseum in Qingyang County before, so he came well prepared this time. He specially rented a lot of Yuanshi, making up a full 100,000, and put all of it on himself at once, which meant he had 200,000 Yuanshi.

You won’t lose out either:
"What a shame, I can't go down twice in one month."

Warriors cannot participate in battles continuously.

The rule of the Colosseum is that one can only participate in the competition once a month.

What they should prevent is people like Cui Mingyue who are obviously here to make money. After all, if Cui Mingyue participates in the next match, I am afraid that everyone in the Colosseum will choose to bet on him. Once Cui Mingyue wins the match, their Colosseum will suffer a huge loss.

in the audience.

Pi Xiu bet on Tian Chanzi and lost a thousand Yuanshi, cursing a little. Almost half of the warriors around him bet on Tian Chanzi to win, after all, the other party had a high chance of winning, but they never expected that a Talisman Master would show up halfway!

Pi Xiu muttered:
"Brother, you are still smart."

at this time.

The white-robed manager in the field waved his hand.

There was a loud rumbling sound from the ground, and the concentration of water vapor around suddenly increased a lot. Then an old man who was only five or six years old as tall as a child was seen rising slowly from the lift platform and appeared in front of everyone. The old man had a white beard and his exposed skin was wrinkled like a thousand-year-old monster.

A pair of eyes as big as green beans.

He spun flexibly and glanced at the audience seats.

Fu Shaoping was stunned for a moment:
"What bloodline is in this orc?"

"I guess he is from a branch of the Black Turtle Clan. It seems that his bloodline has become very weak. The orc who appeared this time is even worse than the last Tian Chanzi! I just don't know who will accept the challenge."

Pixiu was very excited.

The white robed steward floating in the air said loudly:
"Next round, Tian Xuangui, the winning rate is 5 to 10, is there anyone willing to play?"

"I!"

The words have not yet fallen.

But I saw in the audience.

A man in black robe flashed and entered the Colosseum.

The black-robed man opened his robe, revealing a scarred face.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise:
"This is the desperate Ming Tombs, he appears again!"

The audience suddenly became excited.

Without waiting for the white-robed steward's instructions.

One by one, they began to place their bets impatiently, and almost all of them placed their bets on the Desperate Thirteen Tombs.

Pi Xiu, who was standing by, also bet all of his remaining 10,000 Yuan stones on the Desperate Thirteen Tombs without hesitation. Fu Shaoping frowned and said:
"Pi Xiu, is this desperate Ming Tombs very powerful?"

"Of course. Pin Ming Ming is a legend in the Colosseum. He started to appear in the Colosseum a year ago, and has been coming once every month since then. The exact date is uncertain, but almost every match he attends ends in victory."

Pi Xiu looked at the desperate Thirteen Tombs in the field with excitement.

Urged:
"Brother, how many Yuanshi do you have on you? Hurry up and bet all of them. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet the Desperate Thirteen Tombs. Many warriors even wait in the Colosseum for a whole month just to wait for his appearance."

The winning rate is so great.

The Colosseum must be in big trouble.

Fu Shaoping was slightly tempted, but he only had one chance before placing the bet, so to be cautious, he used his second fate attribute.

Silently think in your heart:
"May our ancestors bless us, who is the winner of this competition?"

The treasure mirror trembled slightly.

Subsequently.

A flash of red light flashed by.

"This is."

The red light represents the Colosseum.

In other words.

The desperate Ming Dynasty, which has been invincible in every battle, will lose this game.

Fu Shaoping said:
"Pi Xiu, do you know what the cultivation level of the Thirteen Tombs is like?"

"I heard that when he appeared in the public eye a year ago, he had already reached the Perfect Earth Origin Realm. The reason why he has not broken through yet is that everyone speculates that he is trying to accumulate enough Yuanshi to purchase Tiangang Qi. The Desperate Thirteen Tombs obviously wants to gather all the Tiangang Qi required for the Tianyuan Realm in one go."

"It is said that the amount of Yuanshi he won in the Colosseum has reached one million!"

One million low-grade Yuanshi? !
Fu Shaoping's mouth opened slightly in surprise.

This is an astronomical amount of money. Once the other party shows up, he will become the target of those robbers who specialize in killing people and taking treasures.

and.

If the other party bets one million low-grade Yuanshi this time, if he wins, wouldn't it be doubled to two million low-grade Yuanshi? Add to that the thousands of warriors in the audience betting on him, if the Desperate Thirteen Tombs wins this time, the Colosseum will probably lose all its assets.

Fu Shaoping glanced at the steward in white robe.

However, there was no panic on the other person's face, and he remained expressionless as always.

Fu Shaoping weighed the issue in his mind.

I made a decision instantly.

He turned and walked towards the front desk of the Colosseum. He slapped his storage bag, and dozens of boxes fell on the counter. Fu Shaoping said:
"Help me add 40,000 lower-grade Yuanshi to the bet."

Due to the emergence of the Ming Tombs.

There was a constant stream of people asking to increase the stakes.

And the number is not small.

Although Fu Shaoping's 40,000 low-grade Yuanshi are a lot, they are not very conspicuous.

After the waiter at the counter counted the number of Yuanshi of Fu Shaoping, he took out a seal and stamped it on Fu Shaoping's token. The number on the token rose rapidly and finally stopped at 40,000 Yuanshi.

When Fu Shaoping turned around from the front desk, he happened to meet Cui Mingyue.

Cui Mingyue also came to raise the bet.

When Fu Shaoping returned to his seat, Pi Xiu couldn't wait to say:
"Brother, how much did you buy?"

"If you still have some Yuanshi left, you might as well bet some on Tian Xuangui. Everything can be a disaster. This desperate Thirteen Tombs is not a god, and it is impossible for him to win every game."

Pi Xiu has been following him since he joined the Zhenwu Division.

Fu Shaoping still gave a warning.

Hearing this, Pi Xiu frowned. Everyone present thought that the desperate Thirteen Tombs would win, but the eldest brother asked him to buy Tianxuangui. Did he find out something? Pi Xiu struggled for a while and said:
"Brother, I'll add some stakes."

All the deposit he added to the token was placed on Pinming Ming Tombs. When he arrived at the front desk, he pawned part of his belongings, hesitated for a moment, and finally bet 12,000 yuan stones on Tian Xuangui.

Selfishness.

He believes that if they fight hard at the Ming Tombs, they have a better chance of winning.

But the eldest brother has spoken.

Naturally, we will not do it without a purpose.

Therefore, the last twelve thousand Yuanshi were the most Yuanshi he could afford.

If Tianxuangui wins.

Then the two thousand Yuanshi he lost would be recovered. This time he would neither lose nor win in the Colosseum. If he fought hard and won in the Ming Tombs, he would only lose two thousand Yuanshi.

When he returned to his seat.

Fu Shaoping hid his hand in his sleeve and made a spell on the token, betting all 40,000 stones on Tian Xuangui.

Although it was the treasure mirror that gave the instructions.

But he was still a little worried:
"This is all my wealth, so don't make any mistakes!"

If you bet right.

Then he had a way to raise 100,000 yuan of stones to purchase the Yin Sha Qi.

Lost.

That would be difficult.

Half a cup of tea passed, everyone had placed their bets, and the light curtain of the formation rose again in the arena.

With the sound of drums.

The white-robed steward said loudly:
"Game start!"

The voice just fell.

But Desperate Thirteen Tombs moved immediately. He waved his sleeves, and eight Xuantian Ropes whistled out in an instant, and they surrounded Tianxuan Gui in the field at lightning speed. Each of the eight Xuantian Ropes was almost comparable to a third-rank magic weapon. When all eight of them were fired at the same time, even a strong man in the Tianyuan realm would have to temporarily avoid the attack.

Everyone in the audience was grinning from ear to ear.

He felt that the bet was obviously right, and the Desperate Thirteen Tombs did not disappoint. The last time it appeared, it only had six Xuantian Ropes and it defeated the opponent. Now it has eight, and the winner is decided.

Clap clap clap!

Xuantian Rope arrived in an instant.

Tian Xuangui in the field let out a wail, and a black light flashed on his body. He actually turned into a tortoise shell, and then the whole person shrank inside the tortoise shell, motionless.

The Xuantian rope fell on the turtle shell.

It just made some popping sounds, but the turtle shell was not damaged at all.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

Then he burst into laughter:
"No wonder he's called Tian Xuangui, he's actually a coward!"

Once the war started, they just kept hiding.

This means that the opponent has no chance of winning.

The tense expression on Ming Ming's face relaxed a lot.

The spell changed.

The Xuantian rope lashed the black turtle quickly and urgently for about half a cup of tea, but no mark was left on the turtle shell.

"what happened?"

Everyone present began to feel uneasy.

Someone started shouting:
"Manager, please ask Tian Xuangui to move. Could it be that he has been beaten to death under the tortoise shell by Xuantian Suo?"

The white-robed steward ignored him.

If Tianxuangui is dead.

The desperate Thirteen Tombs present will not continue to attack.

The desperate Ming Tombs obviously realized something.

The opponent obviously wanted to hide under the tortoise shell and exhaust his vitality before launching an attack:
"Don't think about it!"

"I wonder how long you can hide."

(End of this chapter)