Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 888 Bet
Under everyone's speechless eyes, Mo Chen finally walked towards the Wuhun Pagoda.

Dongfanghong didn't stay any longer, and turned into a streak of light, rushing into the Wuhun Pagoda first.

Mo Chen stepped into the Wuhun Pagoda, and the pitch-black passageway winds its way up. When he stepped into the passageway, the scene around him suddenly changed, dazzling light shone from all around, and the whole space turned into a vacuum, without anything, Only Dongfanghong was floating there, watching him anxiously.

"Young Master Chen, let's rush through the barrier." Dongfanghong said anxiously.

Mo Chen didn't pay attention to Dongfanghong, but his brows were slightly condensed. This Wuhun Pagoda is full of ancient charm, and it seems to have existed for a long time. I don't know who refined it, and where did the Wuhun Palace come from.

To be able to condense all the rules of the nine realms is difficult even for a peak soul emperor. Could it be that this martial soul tower was built by a strong divine way?

Shinto, it only existed 10 years ago. Could it be that this Wuhun Pagoda was also an artifact from 10 years ago?
"Young Master Chen?" Dongfanghong continued to shout, and only then did she bring back Mo Chen's wandering thoughts.

Mo Chen came back to his senses, gestured to Dongfanghong, and then stepped out. The dazzling light around him immediately began to dissipate, as if the tide was ebbing, and the surrounding scene changed again. Birds were singing and flowers were fragrant everywhere, and there was a universe inside.

Soon, the two of them stepped on the ground, surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers blooming in full bloom, as if extending to the end of the sky, making it impossible to see the edge.

And in the center of the sea of ​​flowers, there is a huge stone tablet, engraved with a few large characters: On the first floor, pick three kinds of raw materials for Wuhun medicine, if you make a mistake, you will be out.

"Interesting." Mo Chen looked around. This floor is full of first-order raw materials, and there are no second-order items. It is a test of the martial soul master's ability to comprehend first-order martial souls. It is still a test to choose three kinds of medicine raw materials out of thousands of materials. The basic knowledge of Wuhun master.

But all of this, how can it be difficult for Mo Chen and the two of them.

With a flash of Dongfanghong's feet, she quickly picked three kinds of medicine ingredients, and the whole space began to change, and a strange force wrapped the two of them towards the second floor.

"Huh? If one person completes the task, can two people pass the level?" Mo Chen was a little curious, he obviously didn't move, it was just that Dongfanghong completed the task, but he also passed the first level.

Dongfanghong explained: "The Wuhun Pagoda is changing rapidly. Everyone experiences different tests, but the difficulty is the same. Some levels can be worked together, and some levels can only be relied on by oneself. This is why people from all banners are Acting together, the main thing is to save power for the main people at the joint level."

These news were all passed down by those who entered the Wuhun Pagoda in the previous generation.

Mo Chen also understood that in each level of the Wuhun Conference, only the best person's score is calculated and used to rank, and the Eight Banners of the Soul Palace, each banner has only one seeded contestant, and the rest are to pave the way for the seeded contestants.

If I knew it earlier, I would have asked Shui Yanlan to prepare more thugs, so that I could bring in two more apples to eat.

Soon, the two of them came to the second level, surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, and there was no one. It was obvious that those who entered had successfully passed the second level.

Those who can enter the Wuhun Tower, whoever is not in the realm of high-level Wuhun, can almost pass through the lower six floors as long as they are not sloppy.

This level is a test of individual strength. With the strength of Mo Chen and Dongfang Hong, they passed the level easily. The two of them passed five levels in a row, and reached the sixth floor.

And those who entered first have already reached the seventh floor and are heading towards the eighth floor with all their strength.

Outside the Wuhun Pagoda, the crowd watched nervously, closely observing the movements within.

This is not only a contest between the youths of the Soul Palace, but also their immediate interests. After all, many people have made bets, and whoever wins is naturally linked to their interests.

"Everyone, place your bets quickly. Once you enter the eighth floor, you will be closed. If you want to make money, you have to wait until the next round. The more you bet, the more you win. Getting rich overnight is not a dream, it depends on whether you dare It’s a bet, come and place a bet, the opportunity is not lost, and the loss will never come again.”

On the periphery of the crowd, those handicaps were shouting.

"I pressed 5 million stones for the red flag."

"I also embossed the red flag."

"I press the yellow flag!"

There are countless people betting, but the most are Zhenghuangqi and Xianghongqi. At this moment, people with Xianghongqi and Zhenghuangqi have already reached the seventh floor, ahead of the rest of the flags. Once they enter the eighth floor, they will almost throw off the rest flag up.

In their view, the champion of this competition should be between the yellow flag and the red flag.

Xue Zijie looked at the people in the seats, and said with a smile: "Everyone, everyone else has started, shall we also play?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people of the Eight Banners on the seat showed a knowing smile.

If it is a competition, there will be an opening, and Wuhundian is no exception.

Moreover, the Martial Soul Conference is related to the resource allocation of each banner for hundreds of years in the future, and it is related to their prosperity or decline. Many sub-banners will bet secretly. Well, if you win the bet, you can also win some resources to last longer.

If they fail to win a good ranking, resources will be limited in the next few hundred years, and sub-flags will gradually decline. If you lose the bet, you will lose the bet.

Of course, unless there is a huge gap in strength, each banner branch will probably put all their eggs in one basket, so there is no need to open the market. For example, in the last Martial Soul Conference, Lin Tianying beat all the heroes, and almost all the banners would beat Lin Tianying to win the championship, so there is nothing to open the market.

But this time is different. When the flags are displayed, they seem to be evenly matched. It is really hard to choose who will win the championship in the end.

Chu Yi said with a smile: "There is a huge gap in strength, and no one dares to open the market. This time, the strength is evenly matched. I am afraid no one dares to open the market at will. After all, this handicap is extremely difficult, and you are all rich people, so just make a move." Tens of billions, if you lose, even if you win the first banner, you will probably vomit blood after losing."

"It's actually very simple. We don't need to open the market alone. Why don't we bet in units of [-] million, and only bet on winning or losing. The winner will share the loser's primordial stone according to the proportion of the bet. This way of playing is much smaller. .” Xue Zijie laughed.

"This method is good. There is no fixed opening person. There are only two winners and losers. The losers are divided according to the betting ratio. Everyone's losses are not big."

Chu Yi Twenty nodded slightly, and then he pointed his fingers, and a water curtain appeared above the seat. He wrote down Chu Feibai's name, and said, "If that's the case, then I will support my ten bets first." The words "Yi Twenty Ten Notes" appeared after Chu Feibai.

Ten bets are one billion yuan, and it is definitely not an ordinary primordial stone. The Eight Banners are playing must be top-grade primordial stones.

Chu Yi was the first to place a bet, and there was a sound of exclamation from the crowd, and they all secretly thought that the Wuhun Temple was rich, and it would be worth a billion top-quality Yuanshi for casual play, which is definitely equivalent to some small sects for several years. hard work.

If this is placed in the lower three domains, several overlord-level forces will definitely be smashed.

All of them focused their attention on the seats of the Eight Banners. Their handicap was just a small fight, and the talents of the Eight Banners were the main event. They all wanted to see what kind of figure the bet would reach this time.

Perhaps, it will be amazing.

"Hmph, ten bets, XHQ is really grand."

Xia Houjin snorted coldly, as if this person was born to be a bully, he also waved his hand, dropped Xiahou Dun's name, and said: "This seat is for Xiahou Dun, thirty bets."

Whoa!
Xia Houjin's actions immediately caused a small uproar. Thirty notes, but 30 billion top-grade primordial stones, piled up enough to form a mountain, can crush countless people to death.

"This method is good. Whoever wins the bet will get his name." Leng Anran also said, "Since that's the case, how can I not support my son? Put a white flag, ten bets, and beat Leng Hao. Then press Lin Fengying twenty notes, Dongfang Yu twenty notes, Mo Chen twenty notes."

Leng Anran's bet was like a stone falling into the lake, causing ripples and the whole scene was in an uproar.

Four people, [-] bets, and his son only bet [-] bets, obviously not optimistic about winning the championship, and the remaining three may be the favorites to win the championship.

"Lin Fengying and Dongfang Yu can understand, but they can beat Mo Chen in the martial arts competition. Could it be that Mo Chen's martial arts is also very powerful and has the strength to compete for the championship?"

"Fart, you can beat Mo Chen in all the martial arts, but it's hard to say the way of martial arts. Maybe Leng Banner is targeting the No. 1 human youth, and wants to bet on Mo Chen's strength. In case he wins If you do, you can share other people's chips, and maybe you can win a little bit."

"It makes sense, the Eight Banners will more or less suppress their own people, and then put the big head on those who have a chance to win the championship, and then crush two unpopular ones, maybe they can really make a lot of money."

"It's exciting, I really answered that sentence. I have food in my hand and don't panic in my heart. You look at each of them. Every time you make a move, there are tens of billions, which is enough for us poor people to live a few lifetimes."

……

"Haha, I don't even have confidence in my own son. Doing this will chill his heart." Xia Houjin immediately sneered.

Leng Anran smiled indifferently: "Press this point first, how do you know I won't raise later?"

"If you want to bet, you have to hurry up. Once someone rushes to the eighth floor, this game will be sealed." Tuoba Hong said, and then waved his hand, leaving his name behind Lin Fengying, plus three Ten notes.

"I don't bring much money, so I'll just gamble on one. I believe Cao really won't blame me." Tuoba Hong has identified one, a loss is a loss, and a profit is a big profit. This is obviously a real gamble. Christian character.

"I don't have much money, so let's place Lin Fengying's thirty bets." Fang Qingya also said.

In an instant, Lin Fengying became the biggest favorite to win the championship. In an instant, there were nearly a hundred bets, which was tens of billions of top-grade primordial stones.

If you are lucky, you overwhelm others, and you get an upset, then you can make a lot of money.

"My lords, can we make a bet?" Someone at the scene couldn't help but ask. If you are lucky and really bet on the team, even if you only have one bet, you can get a lot of money.

Of course, the starting point of the Eight Banners handicap is extremely high, the starting price is [-] million, such a threshold is destined to be affordable by the rich, and there may be some crazy gamblers who like to win or lose.

Xue Zijie said: "Of course, the opening of the market is just to create excitement. If everyone is interested, you can do what you can."

"Okay, I'll make a bet on Lin Fengying."

"I bet on Dongfang Yu."

"Damn, I'm going all out. I'll bet on the unpopularity today. If I lose, I'll file for bankruptcy. If I win, I'll go to Miss. I bet three times on Mo Chen."

After all, Mo Chen has the title of the No.1 youth of the race, and he can earn some popularity to some extent. Of course, he is the kind of gambler who earns money based on upset.

More and more people participated, and those who lacked funds often made a bet in groups of three or four. Soon, the water curtain was densely covered with fonts, but apart from the Eight Banners seed players, the winners no one.

(End of this chapter)