Chapter 1199
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Xiong Longxiang walked straight over and arrived in front of Chu Yang.
He placed his hands behind his back and stood straight. He looked down at Chu Yang and said, "Wild Dog, you only won one match, and you dare to be so arrogant? Even if you are Eastern Wilderness 002, I will make you kneel down and kowtow to me today! "
As he spoke, an invisible pressure rumbled towards Chu Yang from Xiong Longxiang's body. The abundant divine power seemed to be able to open a gap in the sky, and all kinds of energy gathered to form an ocean.
Chu Yang's body didn't move. In terms of strength, he had never been weaker than anyone. He directly commented on Xiong Longxiang, "You are slightly stronger than this brat."
Boom!
There was another uproar in the crowd. Those who dared to say such words to Xiong Longxiang had already been beaten to death.
"Arrogant!" Xiong Longxiang looked down at the world and said to Chu Yang, "In the same realm, I can crush a piece of trash like you with a single finger. To tell you the truth, your talent is nothing! "
Chu Yang was too lazy to talk to him. He looked at the three Nirvana Sages in midair and said, "Do the three of you want to bet with me in this round? I have ten spirit veins now. I'll bet ten spirit veins. Do you dare to bet with me?"
"Or!" He looked at the people from the Sky Academy and said, "Which one of you dares to bet with me?!"
Spiritual Stones, Spiritual Liquid, and Spiritual Veins were all needed by the cultivators in the East Continent. The three were divided into three grades: High, Middle, and Low. Generally speaking, ordinary cultivators mostly used Spiritual Stones, and very few of them had access to Spiritual Liquid. Needless to say, only people like Bei Chenxing and Li Shengsan had access to Spiritual Veins.
Spiritual Veins gathered the essence of heaven and earth, making the Spiritual Qi purer and more vigorous. The Spiritual Energy within a Low Rank Spiritual Vein was enough to allow a normal cultivator to cultivate from the Origin Martial Stage to the Soul Circulation Stage. A Middle Rank Spiritual Vein could allow one to cultivate to the Spirit Stage, while a High Rank Spiritual Vein could allow one to cultivate to the Soul Fusion Stage.
Of course, this was for ordinary cultivators. If it was someone with a huge appetite like Chu Yang, no amount of spirit veins would be enough for him. Just the worlds formed by the seven souls were seven bottomless pits.
He had already done some calculations. He had obtained a total of 13 spirit veins from Bei Chenxing and Li Shengsan. He had given three to Wang Bushang, so he still had 10 left. There were three high-grade spirit veins, three middle-grade spirit veins, and four low-grade spirit veins.
Cui Xinhou and the other two each had one spirit vein. The parrot had one spirit vein, so there weren't many left.
Now that there was an opportunity, Chu Yang naturally wanted to earn a little.
Xiong Longxiang was crazy, but Chu Yang was even crazier. His craziness was not only reflected in his words, but also in his actions.
Everyone couldn't help but become silent. Ten spiritual veins were a huge fortune, and Chu Yang had actually gambled all of them. If he wasn't so crazy that he had blinded his mind, then he must have absolute confidence in himself.
"How about I bet with you?"
A voice came from the crowd, and everyone looked over. Suddenly, they saw a golden light and felt an extremely rich aura. Immediately, they felt as if they had seen a gold mine — Xia Wanjin!
Xia Wanjin. In the Sky Academy, many people knew that he wasn't from the East Continent. It was said that he was the son of a rich family in the Central Continent. He was extremely rich, and the spirit veins were nothing in his hands.
"I hate it. You have more money than me!"
Chu Yang spoke, and everyone was stunned again.
Xia Wanjin was also stunned.
"Look at you. Losing ten spirit veins won't hurt you, but I'll be sad for a while if I lose. Illiterate people who don't even understand the value of gambling, go play in the mud! "
Chu Yang waved his hand impatiently at Xia Wanjin.
Xia Wanjin stared blankly for a moment before nodding. "That makes sense!"
"Wild Dog, how about I bet with you?"
Liu Yunpeng!
As soon as he spoke, everyone exclaimed. Chu Yang finally understood why these two things didn't like him. They were probably unhappy that he had taken a fancy to Shangguan Lan just now.
"That's my fiancée. What the hell are you guys upset about?" Chu Yang raged.
"I'm also richer than you!" Liu Yunpeng said, "Ten of my spirit veins are equal to one of yours!"
"I'll bet a hundred Spiritual Veins for one Spiritual Vein, and I'll let you bet ten Spiritual Veins repeatedly!"
When Xia Wanjin spoke again, the crowd went into an uproar. What was a nouveau riche? What was a tycoon? What was a tycoon? Xia Jinwan was one. Such a bet was equivalent to a thousand spirit veins.
A huge gamble, this was a huge gamble!
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