Chapter 145: Making money is not shameful

"Have you heard? Bai Donglin, who defeated the Holy Blood Sect five years ago, is back!"

"Is that the one who killed Bai Donglin in the Divine Ability Realm with one punch?"

"Tsk, you are out of date. It is said that the one called Bijian committed suicide on purpose under someone's orders!"

"I heard that Tu Ya is going to duel with Bai Donglin in the Tower of Babel, let's go and take a look!"

"Let's go together! Let's go together!"

Bai Donglin and Tu Ya are both influential figures among this batch of new disciples. One of them once topped the Rising Star List but was framed and wasted five years in the Black Prison.

One of them is currently ranked second on the Rising Star List, and has maintained this position for five years, second only to the top spot, Shen Wuque.

One is a top talent who seems to have fallen into obscurity, and the other is a rising star. The conflict between the two is still very attractive.

In addition, with Bai Donglin's request to Saint Lord to intentionally promote it, the news of the duel between the two spread throughout the small circle of new disciples in just half a day. Except for a small number of disciples who were training outside to complete sect missions, most people flocked to the Tower of Babel and waited by the side a day in advance.

The next day, Bai Donglin calculated the time, calmly walked out of the light gate, and stepped out into the huge zero-floor hall of the Tower of Babel.

At this time, there were already quite a few people in the hall. Ninety percent of the new disciples were waiting here. The space of the Tower of Babel was too huge, otherwise it could be described as overcrowded. As soon as Bai Donglin appeared, his outstanding temperament attracted everyone's attention, and the hall suddenly became noisy.

"Here he comes! Here he comes! Look, it's Bai Donglin!"

"Wow, so handsome!"

"Humph! You nympho, I still think my brother Tu Ya is more domineering. Look at his bulging muscles. I really want to touch them!"

There are always infatuated men and resentful women everywhere, even in the Holy Sect. It is the time when young people's hearts are stirred, and they will naturally be attracted to handsome men, beautiful women and strong people. This has nothing to do with strength.

There is no such thing as cutting off all emotions and desires in physical cultivation. One only needs to follow one's heart, follow one's own will, and face one's inner emotions directly. This will actually help with cultivation.

Tu Ya obviously took this duel very seriously and arrived early. He stood there with his body as tall as an iron tower, his strong arms folded across his chest, his muscles bulging like granite. He silently adjusted his state and brewed the desire to fight.

Sensing Tu Ya's surging fighting spirit, Bai Donglin smiled and said, "Am I not late?"

"Just right!" Tu Ya's eyes were burning, and his domineering fighting spirit seemed to be real.

While the two men were staring at each other, many people in the crowd in the distance were already opening the market and making moves.

"Come on! Come on! Don't miss it if you pass by, buy it and keep it!"

"If you want to be rich, bet big!"

"Take a chance, and the magic weapon will become a spiritual weapon; fight in reverse, and the immortal palace will be by the sea!"

The seductive shouts made Bai Donglin feel a little itchy, and he even suspected that these guys were using some kind of secret spell to hypnotize their shouts.

The gamblers around were instantly affected. Most of them came here just to gamble and try to make a fortune. They were not as concerned about the duel between Bai Donglin and the other man as one might imagine.

"I bet one thousand points on Tuya!"

"I'm going to put pressure on Bai Donglin..."

"Wait a minute, brother, you are confused! No matter how you look at it, Tuya has a higher chance of winning. Don't you know what the hell Black Prison is?"

"Bai Donglin has made no progress in the past five years. His strength may even have declined in that kind of ghost place. On the contrary, Tu Ya has joined the main peak and is enjoying various high-level cultivation secrets. With this combination of advance and retreat, Tu Ya will definitely win!"

The big man whose hand was held was hesitant. He was impressed by Bai Donglin's momentum of "killing" Bikan with one punch in the stands of the Wujian Arena. But now, after listening to what this old man said, it seemed that what he said made sense! His points were not blown by the wind. He helped Duobao Peak forge materials in the hot center of the earth every day. He worked hard and only had more than 20 points a day if he was lucky.

"Are you still going to bet or not? If not, get out of the way. There are a group of people waiting behind us!"

The big man looked sincerely into the eyes of the old man who was holding his hand, nodded vigorously and said:

"Brother, I believe you! I bet on Tu Ya to win, 2,000 points, 10,000 high-grade spirit stones!"

More than a dozen betting points were flooded with people, and there were countless people placing bets. These people were very cautious, because the points were hard-earned, and every bit was the result of blood and sweat!

Therefore, most people still bet on Tu Ya to win. Although Bai Donglin was very outstanding five years ago, things are different now. Bai Donglin's odds have soared to 2 to 1.

Among the crowd, Sheng Qing moved around stealthily, exchanged a subtle glance with Bai Donglin from a distance, nodded slightly, and began to walk towards the next spot.

"I bet on Bai Donglin to win. Ten thousand points and one hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones!"

Wow!

The crowd around was in an uproar. Where did this rich man come from? I was jealous. How many irons can you get with 10,000 points? Sheng Qing looked calm, but he was secretly happy. He felt so good using other people's money to show off his power! Look, those female disciples were looking at him and murmured, so beautiful!

Sheng Qing did not stop moving, and his figure moved to the next betting point. With the same 10,000 points and 100,000 top-grade items, more than a dozen betting points were all visited within a short period of time. Sheng Qing raised Bai Donglin's odds to 1.5 by his own efforts!

At this time, everyone's expression was sluggish, and they were all shocked by Sheng Qing's generosity. You know, although there are many ways for disciples of the Holy Sect to obtain points, they are all extremely difficult. In addition, the usual cultivation consumption is also very high. Those who have 5,000 points are all rich! The expressions of more than a dozen disciples who opened the market changed, feeling that something was wrong. Would Tu Ya, the damned one, not play a fake game?

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Tu Ya, who crossed his arms over his chest, frowned. His feet were numb from standing so much. He couldn't help but ask, "Bai Donglin, can we start?"

Bai Donglin's expression slightly changed. He silently watched Sheng Qing place his bets, nodded with satisfaction, and said to Tu Ya: "Brother Tu Ya, look at how much fun everyone is having. How about we add some spice to the fun, too?"

Bai Donglin looked happy. How could he not be happy when a large amount of free spiritual stones were about to be deposited into his account? He even changed the way he addressed Tu Ya, the instigator.

Tu Ya's face turned ugly. He had no control over what other disciples did, but he attached great importance to this duel. In his opinion, what Bai Donglin said about licking the prize was an insult to this sacred duel.

"What do you want?"

"Ten thousand points, start the fight immediately!"

"good!"

Tu Ya's eyes were burning with anger. He had been ranked second on the list for five consecutive years and had saved a lot of points. Although 10,000 points was a lot, it was not too expensive. He just wanted to have a good fight! Bai Donglin was a little surprised. He didn't expect Tu Ya to be so rich. It seemed that he had bid too low. However, he knew when to stop. This was already very good.

The two looked at each other, and their minds communicated with the Jidao Bracelet at the same time. A red light flashed, and a wave descended from the Tower of Babel, covering the two and disappearing instantly.

Several huge light screens appeared all around, and the picture flashed. In a desert world with rolling yellow sand, Bai Donglin and Tu Ya stood in the void, staring at each other from a distance, with a fighting spirit in the air.

"It's started! The duel has begun!"

"Close the plate!"

The noise in the hall gradually died down, and many disciples looked up at the light curtain with serious expressions. The disciples who had placed heavy bets in particular were rubbing their hands nervously.

In the small world of Babel Tower, Bai Donglin was a little confused. Should he kill Hao Nan in one second, or put on a show? If he revealed his strength too much, would it scare these disciples? Then no one would dare to challenge him in the future.

Tu Ya's strength is not as good as Shen Wuque's. He is just okay. It is not an exaggeration to say that he can be crushed to death with just one finger.

Forget it, I might as well give it a try. Maybe someone more silly will come to challenge me in the future, and I can make some extra money then.

With his mind racing, Tu Yai managed to escape being killed in an instant.

(End of this chapter)