One month passed in a blink of an eye, and during this month, the new Qian Yu faction had become the focus of attention of many disciples on the Tongtian peak, and even some high-level disciples expressed their concern.
And Ye Xiwen's name, which was originally only widely spread among the new disciples, suddenly began to attract more and more attention. Many people knew that a new faction had emerged among the new disciples, and for the first time, the name Qian Yu faction appeared in the minds of many people.
But many people were not optimistic about the development of this new faction. Many people knew about the battle between Ye Xiwen and Mo Han, but no one thought that Ye Xiwen could be compared with Mo Han. Ye Xiwen was just a new disciple, but Mo Han had a good reputation among the inner disciples, and even once, he had squeezed into the seed disciple ranking list, although he was only ranked last, but it was enough to show how powerful Mo Han was. One must know that there were tens of thousands of inner disciples, but only 100 seed disciples were among them.
This was the most elite part of the inner disciples, as long as one could squeeze into the seed disciple ranking list, then one would be able to get a lot of resources from the sect. This was the case in any sect, geniuses could get more resources and get better care, and no one felt that there was anything wrong with this, because everyone was like this.
Tens of thousands of inner disciples were competing for the seed disciple ranking list, so one could imagine how fierce the competition was, even if Mo Han had only squeezed into the seed disciple ranking list, but it was enough to prove that Mo Han's strength was extraordinary.
And many people were very optimistic about Mo Han, and believed that in the future, Mo Han would certainly occupy the seed disciple ranking list for a long time, and with his talent, it was only a matter of time.
But who was Ye Xiwen? He was just a new disciple, and even if this year's new disciples were extraordinary, and Ye Xiwen was one of the best among them, but after all, his cultivation time was still very short, and after ten years, no one dared to say who would win and who would lose, but at least for now, no one was optimistic about Ye Xiwen.
Once Ye Xiwen was defeated, then this newly established Qian Yu faction would completely fall apart and would have to be disbanded.
Time slowly came, and on this day, on the Tongtian peak's life and death arena, there was a sea of people, and many disciples came to watch. In Yi Yuan School, only in the life and death arena, one could freely fight, and even if one died, it would not violate the sect rules, because the life and death arena itself was a place for disciples to resolve personal grudges, and as long as both sides were willing, they would not be able to control their own life and death arena. in general, unless there was a deep hatred between the two, otherwise, they would not participate in the life and death arena.
Yi Yuan School did not shy away from such a taboo. If it really came to the point of life and death, would they still need to hide it, smile on the surface, and then stab each other in the back? This way, on the contrary, was not good for the development of Yi Yuan School.
Every day, there would be some disciples who would come here to settle their grudges. However, today was undoubtedly the most lively day. A new disciple challenged a veteran disciple to a duel. It had been a long time since such a situation had occurred. When was the last time? How many years had it been? Not many people could remember.
"Come, come, come, the match is about to start, bet on Ye Xiwen's victory, the odds are 1: 10, if Mo Han wins, the odds are 1: 0.5!" On the side, a disciple who had opened a gambling house shouted, and many disciples began to bet. From the odds, it could be seen that most of the people bet on Mo Han's victory, and probably only a small number of people who wanted to make a fortune and bet on whether there would be a miracle or not would bet on Ye Xiwen's victory.
"Damn, isn't this bullying? Are you looking down on our younger brother? " A female voice came out from the crowd, and it turned out to be a beautiful woman in her twenties. She was standing in the crowd, and beside her, stood a handsome young man who looked about twenty-three or twenty-four years old.
Impressively, they were Ye Feng and Ye Ruxue, brother and sister. Today's battle had not only attracted the attention of many people on the Tongtian Peak, but it had also attracted the attention of many people on the other nine peaks. Many disciples had rushed here early in the morning.
Ye Feng and Ye Ruxue naturally came along with a group of disciples of Qingfeng Mountain sub-school. In any case, Ye Xiwen was a disciple of their Qingfeng Mountain sub-school, and in addition to Qingfeng Mountain sub-school, there were also other new disciples who had come to participate in this event.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Ye Xiwen, because at this time, Ye Xiwen was not only representing himself, but also many new disciples, representing this year's new generation of disciples against the older generation of disciples.
In the face of Ye Ruxue's departure, Ye Feng smiled wryly, this was also very normal, no one was optimistic about Ye Xiwen's victory, of course, except for Ye Ruxue, because she always had inexplicable confidence in Ye Xiwen.
Beside them, Yan Chiling, Zhangsun Yuyin and other disciples who were on good terms with Ye Xiwen were impressively there.
"These old disciples are really snobbish!" Yan Chiling whispered angrily.
After saying that, Yan Chiling entered the gambling table and said: "I bet 300 spirit stones on Ye Xiwen's victory."
Yan Chiling clenched his teeth, because Ye Xiwen was fighting for the dignity of the new disciples, and he could not help, so he could only express his support.
"I bet 400 spirit stones!" Then another male voice came in, it was Ye Feng's voice, "I bet on Ye Xiwen's victory!"
"I also bet 100 spirit stones!" Ye Ruxue also said while gnashing her teeth.
"I bet 30 spirit stones!"
"I bet 10 spirit stones!"
Seeing these top disciples betting on Ye Xiwen's victory, many new disciples also put their bets on Ye Xiwen's victory.
Even if they lost, they would not lose!
The disciple who was in charge of the gambling house was dumbfounded looking at the crowd, he did not know what was wrong with these new disciples, they were all betting on Ye Xiwen, who had no chance of winning.
Didn't they know that they would lose everything by doing this? Although the odds of 1: 10 looked very attractive, but as long as there was a chance of winning, how could they dare to open the odds of 1: 10?
These fools!
The disciple secretly sneered, but on the surface, there was a look of enthusiasm on his face as he received the spirit stones from the crowd and registered them one by one. He was looking forward to seeing more of these fools. Although there were a lot of people who bet their luck on Ye Xiwen, but most of them were not stupid and bet on Mo Han. This way, they wouldn't earn any money, so of course, the more fools there were, the better it would be.
"Is there anyone else who wants to bet? The duel is about to begin! "The disciple shouted.
"I bet 5000 spirit stones on Ye Xiwen's victory!"
A thin cyan figure appeared in the doorway.
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