I just want to be a quiet man

A small number of related households, such as Li Siguang and others before, would say hello before coming.

Tian Congheng is an old disciple of Huaiyin Peak, and he knows who can be messed with and who can't be messed with on this mountain.Not to mention that there is no Pei Ling among these people, there is not even one with the surname Pei.

"Let this kid do some tricks first, lest he admit defeat as soon as he comes up." Tian Cong Heng calculated with murderous intent in his eyes, "When he relaxes his vigilance, immediately smash his throat so that he can't take the initiative to admit defeat. Time is when Lao Tzu slowly concocts him..."

It just happened to let everyone see the fate of being an enemy of oneself.

If this allows the next opponent to retreat without a fight, it will save a lot of hands and feet.

After checking the identities of the two, the deacon briefly ordered: "Start."

As soon as his words fell, Pei Ling's body was full of blood, and the life-hating knife was also bloody, and each person turned into a long rainbow with one knife, and disappeared in place in an instant!

puff!

Before everyone could figure out what was going on, they saw Tian Congheng maintain an indifferent and disdainful expression, the body was split into two halves, one left and one right flew away.

Pei Ling passed through it, and after standing still, he pointed the long knife obliquely, his expression stunned.

This Tian Congheng is so vulnerable?

Chapter 156: Take a step to speak...

There was a sudden silence all around the A-word arena!

All the onlookers were stunned, a move!

Tian Congheng, who was regarded as the top expert of Huaiyin Peak, was cut in seconds!

Before the start of this fight, everyone thought that either Tian Congheng's opponent would directly admit defeat; or Tian Congheng would quickly kill his opponent.

Even if there is an accident, Tian Congheng won't be so easy to win... No one thought that Tian Congheng would lose, and he would be killed instantly!

Most people didn't even see how Pei Ling made a move, they only saw him disappear and reappear suddenly, and Tian Congheng had been split in half.

The blue-robed deacon, who had been expressionless all this time, showed a little surprise, what a quick way to escape!What a fast knife!

Not to mention ordinary monks at the ninth level of Qi training, even the monks at the early stage of human foundation establishment may not be able to dodge the knife just now!

When did Huaiyin Peak produce such a rising star! ?

In the silence, Pei Ling was the first to come back to his senses. He slowly withdrew his knife and looked at the deacon: "I have won."

The deacon suddenly came to his senses, took a deep look at Pei Ling, and announced: "A Twelve wins, next time, A Thirteen vs A Fourteen."

At this time, there was a bang in the audience, and all kinds of discussions broke out like a tide!

"Who is this Jia Twelve?"

"I don't know, is this really someone from our peak?"

"The sect's rules, you can only participate in the Grand Competition at this peak... Is the fine for violators tens or millions of spirit stones? It is impossible for Senior Brother Tian to provoke such an enemy."

"I know who he is! I saw it when I placed the bet just now, Senior Brother Tian Congheng's opponent is Pei Ling!"

"Pei Ling? Could it be that trash kid from the Pei family in Luquan City?"

"That's called Pei Hongnian... I know that trash, don't compare yourself with this brother, the gap is too big!"

"I also know that Pei Hongnian is like a dog in front of Sun Yinglan. If he has one-tenth of the demeanor of this senior brother, hehe, I'm afraid Sun Yinglan will be the dog."

"Damn! Killing Tian Congheng with one blow, this kind of strength can pass the preliminary round with one hand, I have to place a bet quickly!"

The last sentence reminded everyone that the group of people who had flocked over to say hello to Pei Ling huh-lahed, changed direction, and surrounded Cai Ke in an instant!

After getting off the ring, Pei Ling immediately walked towards Cai Ke, and while taking out the receipt, he cursed in his heart those who boasted about Tian Congheng just now.If they hadn't made him feel unconfident, he would have bet hundreds of thousands of spirit stones no matter what!

Seeing everyone's actions, without further ado, Pei Ling used the vampire escape method and appeared in front of Cai Ke first.

Cai Ke smiled a little forcedly at this time. Although most of Huaiyin Peak's disciples came to bet on Tian Congheng in the scene just now, these people are generally short of money. Get a dozen pieces of Lingshi.

So even though there was a gap of [-] odds, after exchanging [-] spirit stones for Pei Ling, not only did he not make any money, but he also lost tens of thousands!

If it hadn't been for Pei Ling beheading Tian Congheng, Cai Ke would have wanted to renege on it.

With one hundred thousand spirit stones in the bag, Pei Ling was in a happy mood.

Because the second round of the preliminaries would not start until the first round was over, he went to other arenas to have a look.

It was found that most of the monks' cultivation bases were on the seventh and eighth levels of Qi training, and there were hardly any ninth levels of Qi training, let alone two nine levels of Qi training.

From this point of view, Natian Congheng's luck is really not very good.

Half a day later, the first round of the preliminary round of the competition ended, and three gongs sounded to remind everyone that the second round started.

Pei Ling heard the movement and returned to the Jiazi ring.

"The second round begins." The blue-robed deacon ordered, "A two vs A four."

Jia Er is the seventh-level monk who controlled the corpse before, and Jia Si is the eighth-level Qi training monk.

As soon as the two entered the stage, the deacon had just announced "Start", and A and Er did not hesitate at all: "I admit defeat!"

It took him a lot of effort to deal with a fellow with the same cultivation level as himself just now, let alone the opponent who is now at the eighth level of Qi training?

Rather than suffering a lot after coming on stage, or even being unlucky and dying, it is better to withdraw voluntarily.

"A four wins." The deacon nodded, "Next match, A five vs A eight."

These two monks are both at the seventh level of Qi training, and no one admits defeat. After the deacon announced the start, they immediately started fighting.

Taking advantage of this gap, Pei Ling came to Cai Ke again. Before he could speak, he heard the monk next to him shout first: "In the third round of the second round, I bet on Pei Ling to win."

"I'll bet on Pei Ling too!"

"Here are three thousand spirit stones!" A panting monk rushed over and couldn't wait to push a pile of spirit stones to the banker. "I just borrowed all the people I know, and put all my money on Pei Ling!"

"The rules have changed now." Cai Ke said immediately, "Each bet must not exceed five hundred low-grade spirit stones at most!"

"Fuck! Why? Just now in the first round, didn't you bet randomly?"

"It was just now, and now it can only be this number! If you don't bet, you will be next!" Cai Ke said impatiently.

Damn, I wanted to make a fortune by sitting in the manor, but I lost tens of thousands of spirit stones as soon as I came up.

Now these people still want to continue to take advantage of him?

Even if he has a backer behind him, the spirit stone is not blown by the wind!

Hearing this, Pei Ling suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. The monk who borrowed money to bet hesitated and said, "I bet! By the way, what are the current odds for Pei Ling?"

"One hundred to one!"

Hearing this, Pei Ling turned around and left without saying a word.

Bet up to [-] spirit stones, [-] pays [-], earn [-] spirit stones after tossing around for half a day?

Hey!

If he had known that Tian Congheng had a false reputation, he should have let go of his brainless just now, let the opponent gain the upper hand, and "resisted hard" for a long time before "finally finding a chance" to hit and kill by mistake.

In this way, everyone might think that he was lucky and could make another fortune.

It's not like now, no, not only now, but all the future markets, he won't make a profit!

If it wasn't for hugging Fairy's thigh, Pei Ling would even have the urge to buy peripherals...

Soon, the second round of the second round ended, and Jiaba won.

After Jiaba stepped down, the third match began.

The deacon shouted: "A Nine vs. A Twelve."

Pei Ling stepped onto the ring, and his opponent was a seven-level Qi training monk.

The opponent quickly conceded defeat and stepped down, so fast that Pei Ling didn't even have time to pull out the life-hate knife.

In the next game, A[-] vs. A[-].

A fourteenth is the ninth level of qi training that is rarely seen in Huaiyin Peak, and a fifteenth is the seventh level of qi training. There is no suspense in this competition, and A fourteenth won directly.

After stepping off the stage, A[-] came to find Pei Ling: "Junior Brother Pei, my name is Fang Ye. I wonder if Junior Brother can take a moment to talk?"

Pei Ling nodded, and when the two walked to a secluded place, Pei Ling asked, "What advice do you have, Senior Brother?"

Chapter 157: Don't talk about martial arts.

"Junior brother, now you and I have won two games in a row, and this third game is considered to be you and me." Fang Ye said, "This preliminary round of the outer sect competition is very important to me."

"If junior brother is willing to admit defeat directly, I am willing to offer two thousand low-grade spirit stones as a reward."

"Junior brother, you should know that the reward for winning the preliminary competition is only a thousand low-grade spirit stones..."

Pei Ling was taken aback, the reward for the preliminary competition was indeed only one thousand low-grade spirit stones.On the contrary, the follow-up rewards are said to be far more generous than those in the preliminary competition. However, each session is different, and there is no accurate information yet.

It's just that the pre-match bribery, blatantly asking him to play a fake match... Does the sect not care about it?

This is a grand competition in the entire outer sect!

He pondered for a moment, although he didn't think he would lose to Fang Ye, but for the sake of stability and because he just won a fortune, Pei Ling took out [-] low-grade spirit stones with his backhand and said, "Senior brother, the preliminary round is also very important to me , if you are willing to admit defeat, this spirit stone is yours."

Fang Ye was full of confidence at first. After all, two thousand low-grade spirit stones was not a small amount for most outer disciples.

Not to mention that this is Huaiyin Peak!

The disciples generally come from humble backgrounds and are in financial difficulties.

Before coming, he also inquired about it. This Pei Ling was from the Pei family in Luquan City. It was a run-down small family in the border area, which was not worth mentioning.

A disciple from this kind of family is not the eldest son, so it is impossible to reject him!

Seeing these five thousand low-grade spirit stones now, he couldn't help being stunned.

But soon, he put away his two thousand low-grade spirit stones, took Pei Ling's five thousand low-grade spirit stones, and swore, "No problem!"

After discussing the matter, the two parted ways.

"Senior Brother Fang." A black-clothed monk saw Fang Ye, walked over quickly, and asked in a low voice, "Then Pei Ling agrees to admit defeat?"

Fang Ye shook his head slightly, looked around, and said through voice transmission: "You find a few clever people to create momentum among the crowd, and say that Fang Ye is sure to win this competition. Pei Ling is just the clan of that trash Pei Hongnian." Brother, there is nothing to be afraid of at all. The reason why Tian Congheng was instantly killed is completely hidden..."

"Don't feel sorry for the scattered spirit stones, find more people, and then find Sun Yinglan to cooperate with me, and increase the odds of me fighting with Pei Ling."

"Then sell all the things we have at the bottom of the box, raise as many spirit stones as you can, and I will lose if I bet all-in!"

The monk in black was taken aback when he heard the words: "Senior Brother Fang, are you really going to lose?"

Fang Ye smiled coldly: "You and I both saw Pei Lingshun killing Tian Congheng. If it was a real life-and-death fight, although I might not lose, I would definitely pay a huge price if I wanted to win."

"Even because of this, I stopped the preliminary competition and was unable to participate in the next competition."

"Instead of working hard for the reward of a thousand spirit stones, it's better to take the opportunity to make a fortune!"

"Also, what do you think is a good thing to advance to the preliminary round?"

"Those disciples with backgrounds and backgrounds are fine, but we at Huaiyin Peak are either from the grass roots, or are the children of some small families. They have worked so hard to cultivate to the late stage of Qi training. If one is not careful, they will die without knowing. !"

Speaking of this, he said, "Originally, I wanted to win against Pei Ling, just to prove to my family with my record. Supporting my elder brother is better than supporting me!"

"The support from my family is nothing more than Lingshi."

"But now I have a chance to earn spirit stones myself, so why bother to go around in circles!"

The monk in black nodded straightly: "Senior Brother Fang, I understand, I will do it right away!"

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After three gongs, the third round of the preliminary competition began.

Pei Ling suddenly heard the discussion in the crowd, and there was a change.

"Senior Brother Fang Ye is in danger this time, and the opponent is Pei Ling... I will buy Pei Ling to win!"

"Hehe, it seems that you still don't know that the reason why Pei Ling won was purely Tian Congheng's underestimation of the enemy, so that kid Pei Ling succeeded in one blow! It's really like a life-and-death fight, a side child from a small family in Luquan City, Could it be Tian Congheng's opponent?"

"That's right, I'll bet on Brother Fangye to win! The Patriarch of the Pei family in Luquan City only has the seventh level of qi training, what kind of stuff can he produce?"

"Senior Brother Tian Congheng died too unjustly. It is said that he had just returned from an extremely dangerous mission and was seriously injured, but he managed to make it to the stage. Then Pei Ling didn't talk about martial arts, and even went so far as to sneak attack..."

"Seriously injured! I've heard from the eldest uncle of the handyman's cousin of the senior sister's cousin next door to Senior Brother Tian Congheng's Dongfu that Senior Brother Tian Congheng was obviously eager to improve his cultivation, but he became obsessed with cultivation accidentally and his realm fell. Let that kid Pei Ling get a big deal!"

"But Senior Brother Fang Ye is not Tian Congheng. In this fight, Pei Ling will definitely be able to beheaded by the sword!"

"You are all copycats, and you don't know the truth at all! Let me tell you what's going on, Pei Hongnian, right? The trash who follows Sun Yinglan all day long, this Pei Ling is his brother. Pei Hongnian has been obsessed with Sun Yinglan for many years and has not been taken seriously. In order to follow Sun Yinglan Zhao Yan and the others are vying for favor, and they will not hesitate to introduce their own brother."