The person who spoke was Wang Defa, the supreme elder of Lingyun Pavilion.
"What is this old guy up to?"
Qin Lang thought in his heart.
No one else dared to gamble.
This old fox offered to gamble.
He must have bad intentions.
Perhaps there is some trump card among the disciples of Lingyun Pavilion.
Qin Lang glanced at the arena.
None of the five disciples of Suoxian Sect could fight against the people from Lingyun Pavilion.
So what does he want to bet on?
"Who do you want to bet on?"
Qin Lang asked vigilantly in his heart.
Wang Defa smiled slightly.
He pointed casually.
"Xuanwu Hall's Jiang Li versus Suoxianmen's Nalan Yanran. I bet five billion on Jiang Li's victory."
Jiang Li is at the ninth level of Purple Mansion.
Nalan Yanran is at the fifth level of Purple Mansion.
In terms of cultivation, there is not much difference.
Nalan Yanran is a disciple of the Locking Immortal Sect, so Qin Lang must have given her some treasure.
Wang Defa believes that Nalan Yanran can win.
He chose Jiang Liying.
Just because no one wants to gamble with Qin Lang.
In order to make Qin Lang happy, he catered to Qin Lang.
Only then did he take the initiative to propose a bet.
The purpose is to give Qin Lang 5 billion.
"I refuse."
Qin Lang said directly.
He thought Wang Defa dared to take the initiative to propose the bet.
Maybe there is some preparation.
Maybe Jiang Li has a treasure sent by Lingyun Pavilion in his hand.
Otherwise, how could Wang Defa, this old fox, take the initiative to give money?
Lingyun Pavilion has evil intentions towards Suoxianmen.
Wang De was stunned.
"Refuse? Don't, Junior Master. How about you pick one? Any one will do."
If I don't gamble, I won't be able to give spirit stones to Qin Lang legitimately.
How can he show goodwill?
Qin Lang glanced at Wang Defa.
This guy must be up to something.
Dare him to choose which group.
Maybe this old fox has some treasure in his hand that can provide remote help.
Oh!
Want to make 5 billion from me?
dream!
"Stop talking. I won't bet with you, but others can."
Qin Lang said indifferently.
Wang Defa smiled bitterly with helplessness.
I am not even given the chance to give money.
Could it be that Junior Master-Uncle saw through his thoughts?
Of course it is.
Junior Master is such a kind person.
He would refuse any spiritual stone that was offered to him on his own initiative.
In this world, the only one who can do this is probably my junior master-uncle.
Qin Lang's refusal.
Wang Defa guessed that Qin Lang saw through his purpose.
But others don't think so.
They thought that Qin Lang was scared.
Qin Lang definitely has no confidence in Nalan Yanran, who is at the fifth level of Purple Mansion.
She refused because she thought she couldn't beat Jiang Li from Xuanwu Hall.
Many sect leaders and elders were tempted.
But they were also a little afraid, afraid that if Qin Lang lost and refused to admit his mistake, they would be helpless.
"Uncle Junior Master, since you don't want to bet with Lingyun Pavilion, how about betting with my Fire God Sect?"
The leader of the Fire God Cult, Flame Demon God, was injured by Qin Lang and has gone back to recuperate.
The current leader of the Fire God Cult is an elder of the Cult.
His strength is also at the fourth level of Return to Void.
Others don’t know why the Flame Demon Lord didn’t show up.
He knew it.
In terms of cultivation, he is not as good as Qin Lang.
He also had no way to avenge the sect master, the Flame Demon Lord.
But he can make Qin Lang look bad!
As long as I win the bet against Qin Lang, so what if Qin Lang cheats?
He didn't do it for the spirit stones, he just wanted to embarrass Qin Lang.
Give the Flame Demon Lord some vent for his anger.
"The Fire God Cult?"
Qin Lang looked towards the elder of the Fire God Sect.
This red hair and red beard seem somewhat similar to the old man he beat that day.
"Which group do you want to bet on?"
Qin Lang looked at him and asked.
A triumphant smile appeared on the corner of the Fire God Cult elder's mouth.
"Let's bet on what Lingyun Pavilion said before, that your group of Nalan Yanran from Suoxianmen will also be worth 5 billion against the group of Jiang Li from Xuanwutang."
Wang Defa's behavior gave him confidence.
So he took this gamble.
Qin Lang glanced at him.
"Of course you can, but let me make it clear first, the ring has the final say on what happens in the ring. Anyone here who dares to interfere, hehe..."
As he spoke, he held dozens of Danwen-level pills in his two hands.
Dare to interfere in the competition?
I'll kill you with pills!
Everyone felt a chill run down their spine.
Although they were not afraid of those dozens of second and third grade Danwen-level elixirs.
But they were afraid of Qin Lang's unfathomable cultivation level.
"Don't worry, Junior Master, if anyone dares to interfere on the high platform, Lingyun Pavilion will be the first to disagree!"
Wang Defa has regarded Lingyun Pavilion as a subsidiary sect of Suoxianmen.
He was the first to respond to Qin Lang's words.
Led by Wang Defa.
Others also echoed.
"Okay, I'll bet you five billion, and I, Nalan Yanran from the Locking Immortal Sect, will win!"
Qin Lang said proudly.
Nalan Yanran has the sword pill he gave her.
Doesn’t that thing allow a sword cultivator to become a sword immortal?
You cannot fight enemies beyond the fourth level.
Then she will greatly disappoint Qin Lang.
"Little Master, it's great!"
The Fire God Cult elder laughed happily.
Qin Lang, you are still too young.
After a few words, he agreed.
The fifth level of Purple Mansion, beat the ninth level of Purple Mansion.
If you don't give Nalan Yanran the fourth-grade Danwen-level elixir, you will be unable to do anything to Jiang Li.
Jiang Li is the second disciple of Xuanwu Hall.
His cultivation is quite good.
Moreover, he has made great achievements in alchemy.
Fight with her?
She could even take drugs and exhausted Nalan Yanran's spiritual energy.
The Fire God Cult is sure to win this bet!
Everyone was a little envious.
Five billion, just give it to the Fire God Cult like that?
Where did that old idiot Xuanwu Patriarch go?
Isn't he the team leader?
Even if he doesn't come, it would be nice to send an elder to participate, like the Flame Demon Lord did.
Isn’t there an Elder Wei Suo in Xuanwu Hall this time?
How come the sect leader and the elders disappeared at the same time?
A five billion bet.
Become the focus of the audience.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Nalan Yanran and Jiang Li.
On the ring.
Jiang Li looked at Nalan Yanran gloomily.
"Someone from the Immortal Locking Gate!"
She said through gritted teeth.
That day, the Suoxianmen brought shame to her.
Later, Patriarch Xuanwu and Elder Weisuo went to take revenge.
Unexpectedly, Elder Wei Suo died.
The next day, Patriarch Xuanwu simply abandoned her and fled with serious injuries.
He also reminded them not to offend the Suoxian Sect.
Jiang Li didn’t know what Old Ancestor Xuanwu had experienced.
But she hated the Locking Immortal Gate.
She wanted to torture Nalan Yanran to death.
The sect leader said that we are not allowed to offend the Suoxian Sect.
But in the arena, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are in the hands of God.
Either you die or I live.
Kill the people from Suoxianmen on the arena.
No matter how powerful the junior master from Locking Immortal Sect is, could he disregard the rules and attack a junior like her?
"Nalan Yanran, you are at the fifth level of Purple Mansion, you must not admit defeat..."
Jiang Li looked at Nalan Yanran with gritted teeth.
She wanted to vent all her anger towards the Locking Immortal Sect on Nalan Yanran.
Nalan Yanran was stunned.
I was thinking, are the people from Xuanwu Hall so confident...
The same character as Zhang Rongwu.
But he is only four levels higher than her.
She still wasn't worried.
Ye Wuyi had never discussed with her before.
Without releasing water.
Nalan Yanran was almost able to fight Ye Wuyi to a draw.
Jiang Li, who is at the ninth level of Purple Mansion, is still very confident.
When Jiang Li saw Nalan Yanran didn't say anything, he thought she was scared.
"You're unlucky to meet me!"
Her eyes narrowed.
Don't give Nalan Yanran the chance to admit defeat.
Holding the magic formula in his hand, twelve ice cones attacked Nalan Yanran.