The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

Beggar Wu.

Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed, and he had a vague feeling of something bad, which made him hesitate.

"Smelly beggar, what do you mean?"

Shen Yunxia was stunned, and quickly summoned a ball of water to wash her jade hands, her face became gloomy, and her eyes looked bad.

"Hey, do you still understand what Old Wu means? It's obvious that he also wants to take a gamble with us. Okay, okay, Old Wu, what are you betting on?"

Taoist Zhao was even more excited now. For someone like him who is addicted to gambling, the bigger the bet, the better, and the more people participating, the better. What you enjoy is the process, and what if you win?

As for Tong Dachuan, as long as Zhan Nianchuan doesn't object, he naturally doesn't care how many people participate, as long as it's fair.

"Haha, Brother Zhao is right. Seeing that you are having fun, I also want to participate. Fairy Shen won't welcome it, right?" Old beggar Wu patted his belly and said with a smile.

Shen Yunxia's eyes flickered as she looked over and over at the disciples in Yunfeng Valley, but she really couldn't see anything special. Overall, they were not much different from the disciples of the Changhe Sect.

But the other party had never participated in bets in the past, and this time he dared to participate despite the three-party bet. This in itself explained the problem, and Tong Dachuan also gave her a bad feeling.

Suddenly, she, the initiator of the bet, began to hesitate.

"Haha, some people are just timid. They are afraid of this and that. They are really women. They are not grand at all."

Taoist Zhao seized the opportunity to ridicule and vented his anger, "Didn't you mock me just now? I will get back on my feet now."

"Alas, Brother Tong, Old Wu has come to an end. This gambling fight is very deep, that's all. At worst, I won't win the second fight now."

After all, she was reluctant to part with Tie Jing, and Shen Yunxia finally decided to continue participating, deliberately saying with a look of helplessness.

"you......"

Taoist Zhao jumped three feet high and was so angry that he was so angry. This bitch had such a poisonous mouth.

"Hahahaha~"

The four Foundation Establishment Realm masters all laughed extremely happily, and all the disciples in the audience looked like they wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh. Only Taoist Zhao, whose face was ashen, changed the subject and said:

"Old Wu, don't just talk, what are you gambling with?"

Old beggar Wu took out a black medicinal herb with his backhand and said confidently: "The third-level spiritual grass evening primrose has been sucking moonlight for more than four hundred years. It can increase the success rate of attacking the Dan Formation realm by half. I It is no longer useful in your old age, but the three of you are in your prime and will win it away if you have the ability."

As soon as the word "evening primrose" came out, everyone's eyes focused on this black spiritual grass like wolves.

It can increase the success rate of attacking the Dan Formation Realm!

Although it is only half-performed, it is still a holy object!

Tong Dachuan was especially excited. He was the youngest among the three and had the greatest chance of success.

"Boy Zhan, master, this moon primrose depends on you."

Hearing Tong Dachuan's message, Zhan Nianchuan couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. I just gave it a try. How can I be so sure? Zhan Nianchuan murmured in his heart.

Shen Yunxia turned her eyes and looked at Ling Xuehong, who had been standing silently watching without saying a word.

"Sister Xuehong, you are the only one left, how about you join in and have fun?"

"That's right, Fairy Xuehong, you see that even Brother Tong and Old Wu are participating in it. Let's have some fun together and have some fun with a little gambling." Taoist Zhao is now completely relaxed. Either win a big one or lose a big one. Bare.

Ling Xuehong had been watching with a cold eye, secretly sighing that these guys were gambling so much. When she heard Taoist Zhao's words, the corner of her mouth suddenly twitched, and she was filled with curses in her heart.

"Four of us have placed such heavy bets. We bet so big or small. I really think I'm stupid."

Although she thought so in her heart, Ling Xuehong's face showed no signs of change, and she still had a faint smile, which made people very fond of her.

"Since several brothers and sisters are involved, it's hard for me to pretend to be aloof by myself, but I don't have many such holy objects at hand. Let's bet on a low-grade Xuan-level magic weapon. , if you lose, it will be given to the winner. If you win, each of the brothers and sisters can give the younger sister a low-grade Xuan-level magic weapon."

Seeing several strong men nodding in agreement, Zhao Daoren clapped his hands together and looked extremely excited:

"Haha, I have led the team on so many trips to the secret realm, and this one is the most lively and exciting. All five sects have placed bets. Whoever wins will really make a lot of money."

The five people each high-fived each other and decided on this huge bet.

Seeing this scene, Zhan Nianchuan grinned, feeling that he had to try his best to win this competition. The stakes were so big that he was dizzy. This was a wave of wealth.

Now it seems that the original target of sixty spiritual grasses is far from enough. At least one hundred plants are required, and the more, the better.

After the five late-stage foundation-building experts who led the team made a bet, they all returned to the place where the disciples of their sects gathered.

With a wave of his hand, Tong Dachuan set up a barrier to isolate the Xuantian Sect disciples from the other four disciples. He looked at each disciple with encouraging eyes and said slowly:

"You have all heard that this time, Uncle Master, I made a bet with the leaders of the other four sects. I bet on the number of elixirs that you can bring out from the secret realm that can be used to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill. The bet is huge. , so we must win this time!”

"If you want to win, it depends on each of you trying your best to collect and rob. Uncle Master, let me put it here. As long as we win the final victory, the disciples who can bring out the elixir will each receive five hundred spiritual stones!"

"The top 20 disciples who bring out the most spiritual herbs will each receive 2,000 spiritual stones!"

"The top 10 disciples who bring out the most spiritual herbs will each receive 5,000 spiritual stones!"

"The top 5 disciples who bring out the most spiritual herbs will each receive 10,000 spiritual stones!"

"The disciple who brings out the most spiritual herbs will receive a low-grade Xuan-level magical instrument!"

As the rewards offered by Tong Dachuan gradually increased, many disciples exclaimed in surprise. This reward was really generous, and everyone was as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Seeing the atmosphere gradually getting heated up, Tong Dachuan was secretly happy, and without hesitation, he added another attack, pushing the atmosphere to the climax.

"As long as you win, all disciples who bring out spiritual herbs can listen to my preaching for three days! And answer all their cultivation questions!"

The emotions of many disciples became even more enthusiastic. Being able to listen to a late-stage foundation-building cultivator preaching for three days and answer all their cultivation questions can save a lot of detours, enough to save several years of hard practice.

Zhan Nianchuan felt that his master's move was really brilliant. He only spent hundreds of thousands of spirit stones and a low-grade Xuan-level magic weapon, and spent three days preaching, and he completely aroused the fighting spirit of all the disciples. It was a good deal.

"Xuantian Sect will win!"

Zhan Nianchuan was the first to raise his arms and shout, and all the disciples responded unanimously, shouting loudly, with amazing momentum.

Looking at the excited expressions of the disciples, Tong Dachuan stood with his hands behind his back, very satisfied with his pre-war mobilization.

Can this gambling fight really be won? Tong Dachuan's eyes involuntarily fell on Zhan Nianchuan again.