Villain: I am not good at fighting.

This side of the ring.

Meng Qi, the Immortal Sword Master, was defeated by just half a move.

Everyone has witnessed Sun Changxing's limits, admired his strength and also saw the hope of making a profit.

Why did they make their money back? Because most people lost. The odds set by Liu Muqing were not reasonable. The odds of betting on Sun Changxing were only a pitiful one to two.

The odds of betting on Meng Qi were astonishingly one to four. The two opponents seemed evenly matched, so most people naturally chose Meng Qi, who would bring higher returns.

"Lishui Demon Palace, Murong Xue, invites Sun Changxing to fight, Fellow Daoist Sun!"

After losing, someone invited Murong Xue, the first in the sect competition of Lishui Demon Palace, and gave her the hateful Note Shadow Pearl.

It records the battle between Sun Changxing and Meng Qi just now. Sun Changxing was clearly in a weak position. After reading it, Murong Xue was confident of winning.

"In a competition, fairness, justice and openness are important. If you want to challenge me, you have to wait until my nephew Changxing recovers."

Liu Muqing knew everything clearly and would definitely not give Murong Xue any chance to take advantage of her.

After all, the donkey pulling the mill needs to be fed grass and cannot keep pulling all the time.

"Master Changxing, can you still hold on?"

Liu Muqing flew to Sun Changxing and gave him caring greetings as a senior master.

"Uncle Master, I felt it. Meng Qi's last sword strike was faster than usual. I can still fight. I need to keep fighting!"

Sun Changxing took a few precious pills while panting, and after a short rest, he pointed at Murong Xue in the Lishui Demon Palace and said:

"Sun accepts the challenge!"

He needs to keep fighting and capture the feeling of that moment.

But at this moment, Liu Muqing's voice of disappointment came, diverting his attention.

"Wait, wait, if you are too impatient, you will go crazy. You need to calm down and let things settle down before you can achieve great success."

"Uncle Master is teaching me that I was reckless."

Sun Changxing remembered what his uncle Xuanji once said, that it is indeed easy to go astray if one's immortal realm is not high enough.

There were real cases in the sect, so he immediately suppressed the enthusiasm in his heart and forced himself to remain calm.

In fact, Liu Muqing saw that Sun Changxing was at the end of his strength and had no confidence in his next battle.

He wanted to make a fortune before the battle so that Sun Changxing would not regret it after his defeat.

She felt no guilt for interrupting Sun Changxing's enlightenment. Just like parents who only have eyes for money, no matter how outstanding their children are, they are just tools for them to make money.

"My daughter, we are all doing this for your own good. Junior-Martial-Nephew Changxing, I, your uncle, am doing this for your own good~"

With a heavy heart, Liu Muqing condensed a huge piece of ordinary ice above his head, the surface of the ice was as white as jade.

Several lines of thickly carved words slowly appeared on it.

"In the last match, Sun Changxing was 1-2, and Murongxue was 1-7."

The abnormal multiplier mobilized everyone's consciousness. Liu Muqing concentrated his energy on his dantian, and his voice spread all around.

"Everyone, my nephew Changxing has realized something and urgently needs to rest and recuperate, so this is the last game. No more waiting."

Ready to retire?

How is this possible? The lost thoughts have not been won back yet. The odds are 1 to 7, and Sun Changxing is at the end of his rope. Even if he has to borrow money, he must earn back the thoughts with interest!

"Fellow Daoist Zixian, isn't this multiplier a bit...too exaggerated?"

Those who bet on Sun Changxing won, but they didn't make much money, with odds of only one to two.

Now seeing that Murong Xue's odds were 1 to 7, people felt a little unbalanced. Many people wanted to play it safe and wait and see.

Let’s see if Sun Changxing is really at the end of his strength, but Liu Muqing claims that this is the last game.

Stop it, I'm not happy. Although I won, I feel inexplicably suffocated.

Place your bet. The odds seem a bit weird, and the old gambler who prefers safety is really itching to play it safe.

"Playing in the ring is a way to improve oneself. The purpose of adding a gamble is to make the opponent use his full strength. "Thinking" is not what I want.

Now, Junior-Junior Brother Changxing has realized something. These thoughts are taken from others. Whether they can be used on others depends on whether you can seize the opportunity~"

Liu Muqing tried hard to act like a hermit, and her young eyes were full of the vicissitudes of life.

"Alas, young man, you must have the courage to fight. Even if you lose, the worst that can happen is that you can start over again."

Many people realized that Xuan Zixian, the reincarnated immortal, was giving them a warning.

"Fellow Daoist Zixian is righteous and worthy of being the reincarnation of an immortal. We are not even a fraction as enlightened as you are."

After he finished speaking, he brought the coins he had with him to the table, which totaled five hundred.

"I bet on Murong Xue!"

"I also bet on Murong Xue..."

A new round of betting began. Liu Muqing ordered Li Longxing and the other two to record each person's name in detail and the exact amount of the bet.

It was obvious at first glance that she was very formal and responsible. After everything was recorded, she performed the "Guanghan Zhenbing Jue" in public.

All the thoughts on the table are sealed, under the euphemism of "protection", to prevent anyone from losing and taking risks.

This behavior had happened before and was not out of place, so no one had any objections and it spread along with the melodious bell sounds.

The game officially begins!

Sun Changxing opened his eyes and frowned. After the meditation and breathing exercises just now, the spiritual power he had consumed had been mostly replenished.

But I couldn't recall the mysterious flash of inspiration just now.

At this time Murong Xue had already attacked, her whole body wrapped in Trinity Water, which was the unique water control method of the Lishui Demon Palace.

A light layer of water vapor can contain infinite power. When gathered, it can drip through rocks and break the body of an Infant Nascent Soul. When dispersed, it can turn into a vast ocean with surging blue waves.

Sun Changxing drew his sword to meet the attack, dodging and moving flexibly. After a struggle, Murong Xue slapped him on the sword with her palm, and he flew backwards hundreds of feet.

"The sword is not stable. Am I subconsciously refusing to use the Changhe Sword Technique?"

Sun Changxing looked at the long sword in his hand in confusion. He could not find that mysterious feeling, and his Changhe swordsmanship was no longer perfect.

He fell into a weird state of being neither high nor low. He was slightly distracted and glanced at Xuan Zixian who retreated behind everyone. Sun Changxing shook his head.

"Uncle Zixian must have a deeper purpose. I can't be impatient..."

Bang!

Murong Xue slapped Sun Changxing again, knocking him into the ground from top to bottom, and then she manifested a huge water-free body.

The palm of the hand used magical power to strike the ground again, and the dark blue heavy water formed a ball. Sun Changxing appeared in the palm, swaying in the wind and rain.

Supernatural power: the power of life and death!

"Fellow Daoist Sun, being distracted in battle is a big taboo. If you don't use your ultimate move, you will be defeated."

Murong Xue stared at the palm of her hand, her body split into eight, and she summoned eight clones. Each clone had 20% of the strength of the original body.

Eight drops of dark blue Trinity water gathered at the fingertips, blocking the direction and then shooting out mercilessly.

Sun Changxing drew his sword, but it was far inferior to the one he used against Meng Qi, the Jingxian Sword.

The Trinity heavy water pierced through Sun Changxing's body, and blood soaked his robes. He staggered to his knees, muttering to himself in guilt.

"I'm sorry, uncle-master, I am just a dull disciple and still can't comprehend it... huh?

Uncle Zixian, where are the people???"