The seventh sister of crossing the immortals is a bit fierce

Chapter 82

"Wait a minute, I'm pressing Xia Qisheng at Chongxiao Peak, 100 yuan for middle-grade spirit stones! Who dares to bet with me?" The person who came was a sword repairman with long hair tied casually. He held up the storage bag in his hand and said, "In the bag One hundred middle-grade spirit stones, absolutely no adulteration."

Among the crowd of onlookers, someone laughed and shouted: "Interesting, I also beat Xia Qi of Chongxiao Peak, but I'm poor, and I'm with Zhuang, how about 50 yuan middle-grade spirit stone?"

"Damn, didn't you say that all sword repairers are poor? Where do rich lunatics come from!"

"Hush! They are all black-clothed sword cultivators, and they must be people from Chongxiao Peak who came to support them."

"A hundred middle-grade spirit stones are enough for me to save up for several years!"

"Why is no one standing up for senior brother to continue the gamble? Isn't our Xufeng's aura weak? Brothers, let's get together, the monk who established the foundation will face the monk who is in the Qi training period, even if it is a swordsman, the outcome will be seen We can see."

"That's right, count me in."

"I have 20 yuan here."

"Count mine, 30 yuan."

Xufeng's disciples who seem to have a good relationship with Nangong Ming gathered together enough spirit stones, and the first person stood up and said loudly: "Our Xufeng disciples are optimistic about Senior Brother Nangong, 150 middle-grade spirit stones, no more, no less , we all took it."

"Wait a minute, Senior Brother Nangong, do you mind if Xia Qi raises the bet?" Xia Xiaoyu'er saw that Huang Tian and Hou Dao put 150 middle-grade spirit stones on her together, and felt that there was support behind her, so she raised the bet.

"It's okay, please do." Nangong Ming spread out the folding fan with a "swish", and shook it lightly a few times, with an expression of indifference, please feel free.

"Big gambling hurts the body, but small gambling makes you happy. 20 yuan of mid-grade spirit stones are just for pleasure." Xia Qi couldn't bear to have more, and took out 20 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones from the storage ring and threw them to Huang Tian.

"In that case, senior brother also takes a gamble." Nangong Ming wanted to explode in anger, but on the surface he wanted to maintain the so-called demeanor, took out a storage bag, turned his face to Yu Wanqing and said: "Junior Sister Mingfengfeng, Can you be a middleman? Brother, here are 170 medium-grade spirit stones, which will be temporarily handed over to the junior sister for safekeeping. After the winner or loser, please ask the junior sister to deliver it to the winner."

high!Does this guy really think that he has a sure chance of winning, or what, is he still thinking about picking up girls at this moment?Xia Qi couldn't understand.

"Okay. The little girl Mingfengfeng Yu Wanqing, originally an unknown generation, thanks to senior brother Nangong's high opinion, encourage me to be a middle-aged person, please take care of me, senior brothers." Everyone has already talked, so I can't help Yu Wanqing not showing her head. In this case, Yu Wanqing stood up generously and took the gambling money from several parties.

"The heat is over, Senior Brother Nangong, let's start, I'm in a hurry to go back for lunch."

At this time, it was close to noon, which was the time for eating in the mortal world.At this time, Xia Qi spoke provocatively, meaning that the battle would end soon, and I was in a hurry.

As soon as the words came out, Huang Tianhou and Daoist laughed unceremoniously, very shameless.

"Oh, I forgot, this fellow from Chongxiao Peak is only in the Qi training period and still needs to eat." Nan Gongming answered the words lightly.He has lived for nearly a hundred years and has seen and experienced many things. How could he be troubled by this kind of provocation and fight back lightly.Immediately, Xufeng disciples laughed and murmured miscellaneously.

"Isn't that right, it's just the Qi training period, what a big deal to pretend to be."

"This kid, Brother Nangong can easily solve it with a wave of his sleeves."

The warm-up is warmed up, and the scolding is over.

The two people in the field stood there, their aura kept rising.

Nangong Ming is a Faxiu, he made a tactic with both hands, and threw a few protections on his body first. He was agile, so he stood there quietly waiting. He has a popular face, a tall figure, a straight spine, his hands in his sleeves, and his spirit Disperse consciousness and observe Xia Qi's every move.

However, the eyes of the object of his observation were peaceful, his left hand touched the hilt of the sword, the sword was not out of the sheath, and the momentum of the ordinary sword cultivator's sword-drawing posture began to rise, not a sharp rise like a violent storm, but It is a gentle and gradual rise, but it seems that it will not stop.

The two faced each other quietly, without blinking.

(End of this chapter)