In his opinion, Xue Kong was creating peace for himself, and there was no reason to refuse.
Then he laughed heartily and said, "Three of you, please come to the gate of my Wangui Sect."
Led by the white-haired old man, Xue Kong followed Jiuxing Lian'er and entered the mountain gate of Wangui Sect.
They did not enter the sect, but instead set up a competition venue in a wide open space at the entrance.
"You acted on your own initiative this time only, and it won't happen again." Du Gong said coldly to Xue Kong.
He knew in his heart that Xue Kong was seeking benefits for himself.
However, the bargaining chip of the bet is the Tiandu Sect.
The winner is Xue Kong's.
The loser is the Sky Poison Sect.
Du Gong naturally felt dissatisfied because of this.
If Xue Kong lost even a single match, he would not kill Xue Kong. He would only bring him back to the sect and torture him with secret techniques for a few days to let him know how powerful he was.
When the disciples of Wangui Sect were excited and choosing who would fight the first battle.
Du Gong flipped his right hand, took out a storage bag and handed it to Xue Kong.
"It's just right for this competition. This treasure will serve as your welcome gift to the sect. You must make good use of it and don't let me down." There was a hint of warning in Du Gong's words.
Xue Kong nodded and took it, pretending to be happy.
“What are they doing!”
"This isn't fair. The Poison Lord gave the treasure to that person. How can we compete with him?"
"That storage bag must contain poisonous insects, spirit beasts, and other evil things!"
"How despicable! He actually gave us a treasure before the battle. Without that treasure, he would be no match for us!"
As Xue Kong took the storage bag, he heard a burst of dissatisfied voices from the other side.
The white-haired old man also shouted anxiously: "Poison Master, if you give the evil thing to this person and let him use the treasure in the bag to fight against our disciples, it would be too unfair."
"This battle is over."
The Poison Master showed displeasure and responded loudly, "There are no poisonous insects or spirit beasts in the storage bag. There is only a flying sword. It is a gift from me to my disciple."
"Really?" The white-haired old man was a little skeptical when he heard this.
Xue Kong walked forward and touched the storage bag with his right hand. Suddenly, a small green sword flew out and landed in his hand.
A cold voice slowly spread out: "If I take out any treasure other than this, I will lose."
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