Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Zhou Mu has already taken the stage, and Tang Jian, Yan Qinglan and others are also on the stage. The little episode just now has been forgotten by everyone.

Before the fight could begin, the number the waiter called out on the No. 5 platform behind him was Yan Qinglan's. Yan Qinglan also stepped onto the stage amidst everyone’s cheers.

The two fought against their opponents almost at the same time. Everyone's cultivation is at the same level. In terms of cultivation, everyone is equally matched, but in terms of strength, it is not necessarily the case.

For Zhou Mu and Yan Qinglan, they had the upper hand in the battle at this time, both in terms of spiritual skills and deep spiritual power. This was due to their rich experience in fighting monsters in the forest. Their adaptability has also been greatly improved, so now in a competition of the same level, they are almost overwhelmingly one-sided.

Without a cup of tea, the two seemed to be competing, kicking their opponent away at the same time. Fu Ling'er raised his forehead, were they sorry that they didn't kick anyone just now? So you want to experience it now?

"Hahaha, Qinglan, well done, you won the first game easily and got fifty fairy coins, haha," Tang Jian laughed and clapped his hands.

"That's right, they will definitely defend the ring later. If they win the second game, they will get a hundred. It seems that they can make a lot of money today," Lingyue is also looking forward to playing.

"Then let's compete today to see who earns more, and let him treat him to delicious food later," Bai Yu always wanted to have a good meal.

"Okay, okay, I agree," Fu Linger followed.

"Why not?" Wan Qiyuan followed Fu Ling'er closely. As long as Ling'er was happy, what did it matter if he had a competition with his subordinates?

The fighters who were still waiting to take the stage looked at the performance of the two people on the stage, and their hearts were pounding. Now that I heard that those people saw this as an opportunity to make money, it felt...well, it was undeniable that they were also here to make money. But who would say it boldly?

They were really speechless and looked forward to not meeting them. But some people are so 'lucky', and the next moment they heard Zhou Mu's call on stage 3, and they immediately heard wailing in their ears.

Tang Jian looked at the man. Well, he was holding a long sword. He seemed to be a swordsman. It just so happened that Zhou Mu was also a swordsman. Moreover, Tang Jian also knew that Zhou Mu had won the first-class reward in the Immortal Island Disciple Competition, which was a Changfeng Sword refined by Sister Ling herself. It was a top-grade immortal weapon. At that time, everyone was envious of him.

Tang Jian was not kept waiting for too long. Behind him, on the fighting platform of the Immortal Lord Middle Stage, the waiter shouted the number one hundred and seventy-eight. Tang Jian stood up, high-fived Bai Yu and others, and then ran to the No. 1 fighting platform in the mid-term.

Soon it was Zhao Pengcheng's turn, followed by Bai Yu before leaving. He raised his eyebrows at Lingyou,

"Lingyou, you understand!"

"Screw you, I'm still waiting," Lingyou knew what Bai Yu meant and sneered angrily.

Soon Lingyou also went on stage to make money. During the fierce battle, the barrier on the fighting platform was attacked by various spiritual powers from time to time. Some were shaking slightly, some were shaking violently, and some were almost like exploding, scaring the people in the stands half to death. Fortunately, in the end, they all managed to hold on without any danger.

Fu Ling'er was even impressed by the person who arranged the formation.

"Ling'er, it's my turn to go up, I'll go up first."

"Okay. Come on! It's my turn soon."

Sure enough, before Wan Qiyuan had finished the first round, she was on the last high platform.

As soon as the dashing and heroic Fu Ling'er came on stage, no one else had anything to do. There was almost no suspense. Wan Qiyuan and Fu Ling'er were fighting one after another.

The wind of the fist makes a hunting sound, and the shadow of the sword is airtight, as graceful as a startling feather, and a dragon flying proudly into the sky.

The two people's fighting scene was wonderful, and it surpassed two major levels of fighting, providing a grand visual feast to the spectators in the stands.

Everyone cheered.

The bettors increased their bets crazily at the beginning, and then ended up with no suspense about the outcome and extremely low odds. No one bet on Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan anymore.

The person in charge of the fighting arena on the sixth floor also sighed sadly, what a great opportunity to make money. Usually they turn in the least when they reach the sixth floor, but Mr. An is always urging him to find a way. Hey, he didn’t even think about the level of battles on the sixth floor. If they didn’t come, there was nothing he could do about it?

Originally, the situation on the negative six floor was very good today, and it should be the most profitable among all floors. Who would have thought that this situation would happen before I was happy for a long time? There is no one left.

well! The person in charge sighed again.

Seeing his sad face, the waiter on the side rolled his eyes, thought about it, and whispered a few words in the person in charge's ear.

"Hey, this is good. You just have a good brain. Okay, let's do it like this. You go and tell them to go quickly, otherwise you will make a lot less money." The person in charge patted the waiter on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement. Good boy has a future.

Soon, there was a new plan for the bet on the leapfrog challenge.

The general meaning of the new plan is not to bet on who will lose or win, but to bet on how many games Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan can win in a row. If you guess correctly, you will pay ten if you bet on one, and then the floating value of the guessed answer will be up or down. If it goes up to no more than three, you will pay six if you bet on one, and if it goes down to no more than three, you will pay six on one.

As soon as this plan came out, those who were previously depressed immediately became excited again. Although this does not have the excitement of guessing who will win or lose, but on second thought, this is also a moment to witness the birth of a miracle. With their participation in the miracle, how can it not make people crazy?

So the crazy betting started again.

The waiter also had a flexible mind. He not only provided a new money-making plan on the sixth floor. He also went to the upper floors to promote, and the point of his promotion was,

Explosion, explosion, two super-challenging madmen suddenly appeared on the negative sixth floor, and now they have easily won three games in a row.

Explosion, explosion, challenge madman easily won five battles.

It was a blast, the challenge maniac easily won eight games.

At this time, the guests in the arena on the fifth floor went crazy. A miracle that only happens once in a century happened to them. What else is there to say, hurry up and run to the sixth floor!

The person in charge was almost overwhelmed by the sudden influx of people. I was relieved but at the same time worried that the sixth floor would be overcrowded, but in an instant I was almost knocked unconscious by the small amount of money, and my face was so full of smiles that I couldn’t even see my teeth.

Wearing a mask, Yang An stepped into the Shura Arena. The general person in charge, Yang Zhifang, also the owner of the field, came up with a smile.

"Master An, you are back? I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why did you go on a long trip? Did anything happy happen today?"

"Yes, Master An, you came to the right place today. Follow your subordinate, and he will tell you slowly," Yang Zhifang led Yang An to the control room at the back of the first floor.

At this moment, the real-time transmission on the wall is the picture of the sixth floor.

"Master An, you see, you are here today. The Challenge Maniac has appeared, and there are two of them, one male and one female. You see, there are two of them."

Yang Zhifang looked at the number of games they won on the screen, ten times. This number made his pupils tremble instantly, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"This...where does this madman come from?"