Between the Inner and Outer Gates, there was a wide river that meandered from north to south.
There was a huge square above the river.
In the middle of the square, there were ten altars.
On each altar, there was a number.
Battlefield number one.
Battlefield number two.
And finally, Battlefield number ten.
That's right!
This was the entrance to the battlefield.
Early in the morning, people came to the square one after another.
"There are a lot of people here today!"
"A mere outer disciple is so popular?"
"Brother, that's not right. Everyone is here to watch the show."
"Don't you think this Jiang Haotian is too daring? He even dares to offend Feng Zijun?"
"He's courting his own death."
"Before Jiang Haotian entered Empyrean Palace, as long as he hid, Feng Zijun couldn't do anything to him."
"Now that he has entered Empyrean Palace, how can Feng Zijun deal with him? Isn't it as easy as killing a chicken? "
"That's right."
"It's said that a newborn calf isn't afraid of a tiger. Now it seems that it's not without reason. He even dares to accept Shi Tai's challenge."
"Shi Tai is a half-step Divine Lord. I heard that he has a perfect Divine Technique and a perfect support Divine Technique. He even has a supreme grade Divine Artifact."
"How can an outer sect disciple defeat him?"
Everyone was discussing.
When the sun rose, there were already tens of thousands of people gathered in the square.
Most of them were outer disciples.
The square could hold fifty to sixty thousand people. It was very big.
"Move, move."
Suddenly.
A slightly arrogant laugh sounded.
Fatso, who was wearing a golden coat, had all kinds of golden rings on his hands and a thick golden chain around his neck. Behind him were two followers. He looked like a local tycoon as he swaggered into the square.
"Brother Fatty, you're here!"
"Brother Fatty, the same old rules?"
Seeing Fatso arrive, everyone was a little afraid and a little expectant.
"Of course."
Fatso walked to a corner of the square and waved his sleeves. A big golden table appeared on the ground.
"Let's cut the crap."
"Shi Tai, one to one."
"Jiang Haotian, one to ten."
"Those who are not betting, please move aside and make way."
As soon as Fatso finished speaking, the people in the square immediately swarmed forward.
"I bet on Shi Tai."
"I also bet on Shi Tai."
"It's obvious. We have to bet on Shi Tai."
Everyone took out their soul stones.
Some bet a dozen, some bet a few hundred, and some bet a few thousand.
A short while later.
The table was filled with Soul Stones.
The two lackeys were busy collecting Soul Stones and taking notes at the same time.
Seeing the crowd swarming over, Fatso beamed with joy.
"I bet fifty thousand soul stones."
"I bet one hundred thousand!"
"…"
To be able to take out so many soul stones, one had to be an inner disciple. Furthermore, he had to be one of the top inner disciples.
"It's so lively?"
At this moment.
Two men and one woman stepped into the square. When they saw the scene in front of them, they were stunned.
They were Mu Tianyang, Mu Qing, and Guo Xueqi.
"What?"
"One to ten?"
When they heard everyone's discussion, Mu Tianyang and Mu Qing looked at each other.
Such a high payout?
Mu Qing laughed secretly: "Ancestor, isn't this obviously giving us Soul Stones?"
"Keep it low, keep it low."
Mu Tianyang chuckled, walked to the table, took out a Qiankun bag, and slapped it on the table.
"Hmm?"
Fatso was stunned. He looked at the Qiankun bag and thought to himself, so arrogant, could it be that he was a rich man?
Mu Tianyang glanced at the people around and suddenly grinned, saying: "I bet on Jiang Haotian, five million soul stones!"
As soon as these words came out, the entire place fell into dead silence.
Everyone looked at Mu Tianyang in shock.
Fatso and the two lackeys were also stunned. They had completely forgotten what they were doing.
Huala!
There was no suspense.
The next moment.
The square was in an uproar.
"What?"
"It's actually Jiang Haotian?"
"It's still five million soul stones!"
"Oh my god, he's crazy!"
"Who is he?"
"Isn't he afraid that these five million soul stones will be wasted?"
… ….
Fatso came back to his senses and grabbed the Qiankun bag. After carefully looking at it for a while, his face suddenly twitched.
There really were five million soul stones!
So many soul stones!
Who wouldn't be tempted?
Fatso swallowed his saliva, looked up at Mu Tianyang, and asked: "Are you sure you want to bet on Jiang Haotian?"
"I'm sure."
Mu Tianyang nodded.
"Generous."
"Courageous."
"You're the first person who dares to bet on Jiang Haotian."
Fatso laughed and even gave Mu Tianyang a thumbs up, saying: "Tell me your name."
"Mu Tianyang."
Mu Tianyang said.
Fatso looked at the two lackeys beside him and said happily: "Quickly write it down."
"Okay, okay, okay."
The two lackeys, one carefully counted the soul stones, and the other recorded Mu Tianyang's name.
"Mu Tianyang?"
"This name is so unfamiliar!"
"Wait, I heard that among the new disciples this time, there seems to be someone called Mu Tianyang."
"A new disciple actually has five million soul stones?"
"Could he be a disciple of a big family?"
"But to take out five million soul stones at once, even those famous rich families don't seem to have the ability to do so!"
The surrounding disciples felt that it was very unbelievable.
Hearing this, Mu Qing sneered.
What was five million?
In a while, this five million would become fifty million. Just thinking about it made him excited.
"What is it?"
"Someone dares to bet on Jiang Haotian?"
"Five million soul stones?"
A surprised voice suddenly rang out.
"It's Shi Tai!"
Everyone turned their heads and saw a young man in black standing at the entrance of the square with a stunned face.
If it wasn't Shi Tai, who else could it be?
The people automatically moved aside to make a path. Shi Tai walked step by step to the gambling table and glanced at the crowd. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Who bet on Jiang Haotian?"
"Me."
Mu Tianyang smiled faintly.
"You?"
"You dare to bet on Jiang Haotian?"
"Aren't you afraid of losing everything?"
Shi Tai sized up Mu Tianyang and sneered.
"It's our freedom to bet on whoever we want!"
"As for whether or not I'll lose everything, we'll know when the results are out."
Mu Tianyang smiled.
"Haha …"
"I've never seen such a stupid person."
Shi Tai laughed, took out a Qiankun bag, threw it on the table, and said to Fatso, "I'll bet five hundred thousand soul stones on myself."
"Okay!"
Fatso nodded.
"Kid, you'll regret this. Just you wait!"
Shi Tai smiled coldly at Mu Tianyang, then walked to the altar of the first battlefield. He crossed his arms, glanced at the crowd, and asked, "Jiang Haotian hasn't arrived yet?"
"I didn't see him."
Everyone shook their heads.
"Don't tell me he's too scared to come?"
Shi Tai laughed.
Many people also burst into laughter.
"Jiang Haotian's strength is indeed not good, but he's not that timid!"
However, at this moment, a faint laughter sounded.
Everyone looked up and saw three figures flying through the air.
The one in the lead was Qin Feiyang.
Huo Yi and Fire Lotus followed behind him.
Huo Lian also listened to Huo Yi's words, and put on another mask.
Looking at the arrogant Shi Tai, a cold glint flickered in the eyes of the three.
"They're here."
"They're finally here."
Everyone quickly retreated to the side.
Qin Feiyang and Fire Lotus landed in front of Shi Tai.
"They really dare to come?"
Shi Tai was stunned.
Qin Feiyang smiled, "For the sake of face, I have to come, right?"
Shi Tai was slightly taken aback. He chuckled and said, "Face is worthless."
"Yes."
"Face is worthless at all. What's valuable is life."
Qin Feiyang nodded.
"Haha."
"So you also understand!"
Shi Tai laughed.
"Of course I understand."
Qin Feiyang smiled.
…
"The smell of gunpowder is coming."
Mu Tianyang smiled secretly.
"I'm a little puzzled. Isn't Qin Feiyang always afraid of trouble? Why did he accept Shi Tai's challenge this time? "
Mu Qing was suspicious.
"I think this Shi Tai must have done something to make him angry."
Mu Tianyang guessed.
…
Shi Tai looked at Qin Feiyang and said, "Let's not talk nonsense and enter the battlefield!"
"Okay!"
Qin Feiyang smiled.
"Brother Jiang, wait."
Huo Yi suddenly said.
"What's wrong?"
Qin Feiyang looked at him in confusion.
Huo Yi pointed to the gambling table and said, "Before entering the battlefield, you have to bet first."
"Bet?"
Qin Feiyang was stunned.
"There's no time to explain. Come with me."
Huo Yi dragged Qin Feiyang to the gambling table and looked at Fatso with a smile, "What's the odds for Jiang Haotian?"
Fatso glanced at the two and said, "One to ten."
"So high?"
Huo Yi was stunned. His eyes suddenly shone with green light. Without hesitation, he took out a Qiankun bag and threw it on the table, saying, "I bet 12.5 million soul stones on Jiang Haotian!"
"What?"
"12.5 million!"
"Oh my god!"
"So much."
"Previously, that Mu Tianyang bet five million soul stones on Jiang Haotian. That was already shocking enough. Now, there's another 12.5 million."
"How many nouveau riche are among the new disciples this time?"
The square was once again in an uproar.
Fatso was also petrified on the spot.
"Hmm?"
"5 million?"
Qin Feiyang heard everyone's discussion and turned to look at Mu Tianyang.
"I didn't take a single soul stone from you. Why are you looking at me like that?"
Mu Tianyang said indifferently.
"You didn't take my soul stones, but how many villages and noble families did you have to kill to get 5 million soul stones?"
"This doesn't include the soul stones that you and Mu Qing have already refined."
"You're really ruthless."
Qin Feiyang said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry too much."
"In this world, the weak are prey to the strong."
"Besides, not all the villages and noble clans were massacred by me."
"Most of them, I only looted their treasure vaults."
Mu Tianyang said indifferently.
Qin Feiyang shook his head and sighed.
Uncle Yuan shouldn't have saved this person in the first place. This was simply a scourge.
While the two were talking, Fatso had already checked Huo Yi's Qiankun bag. He looked at Huo Yi in a daze and asked, "Brother, are you serious?"
"Of course."
Huo Yi nodded.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and register! "
Fatso's face was red as he roared at the two followers.
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