Reincarnation Guest of All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms

Chapter 208
West Continent, in a busy city, at this time Wanmanlou was wandering in this busy city very leisurely,
In a blink of an eye, it has been three months since Wan Manlou arrived in the Western Continent, and it was only when Wan Manlou realized that what he said outside the sea was true, that the Western Continent did not have the prosperity of the cultivation world at all.

On the west road, there are countless kingdoms, dividing this large continent.

At this time, Wan Manlou has already traveled to the five kingdoms on the West Road, most of which are mortal kingdoms.

There are not many monks that Wanmanlou can see, and their cultivation base is not high. Wanmanlou's cultivation base in the later stage of foundation establishment is already one of the best.

There are also very few places where monks gather, and often less than a hundred monks gather to trade with each other. Most of them are low-level monks. If you go to the building, you will be called seniors.

Of course, this is only the edge of the Western Continent, and it is normal that the quality of monks is not high.

At the same time, this is also a benefit for Wanmanlou, at least the cultivation level of the monks is not high, Wanmanlou is at least safe here!

Wan Manlou is not eager to meet high-level monks, he just came to see the customs of different lands, broaden his horizons, travel, and break through by the way!
It's good to travel around these fringes of the Western Continent, and although there are not many monks in this continent, the lives of mortals here are indeed very rich. After Wan Manlou integrated into it, I also felt a trace of reality!
In the blink of an eye, it was January again, and Wan Manlou traveled all the way, because he gradually walked into the deeper depths of Xida University.

Zhao country.

At this time, Wanmanlou came to the center of the Western Continent - Zhao Guo.

After all, it is the center of the Western Continent. The number and quality of monks are not comparable to other small marginal countries.

At this time, Wanmanlou once again saw a large market that he hadn't seen for a long time. This market was called Kunlun, and the actual controller was the Kunlun Sword Sect on the nearby Kunlun Mountains.

In the square city, there was a lot of traffic and it was very lively. Wanmanlou also saw a lot of monks who built foundations and golden cores.

Wanmanlou walked lightly among the squares and cities, admiring the prosperity of the squares.

Not long after, a huge ring attracted Wan Manlou's attention, so he stopped and rushed towards the range of the ring.

At this time, the arena was surrounded by countless low-ranking monks. At this time, everyone was very quiet, silently listening to the narration of a middle-aged man above the arena.

"Some of you are coming to our Kunlunfang City for the first time, maybe you don't know the rules in this arena, so I will tell you about it!"

"This arena is called the Sword Asking Arena. Cultivators under the Foundation Establishment can go up to this arena to fight with swords."

"Take one hundred low-grade spirit stones, and then you can go on stage. Two people in the same rank will fight, and if you win a game, you will get one hundred low-grade spirit stones..."

"Of course, if you can win ten games in a row, my Kunlun Sword Sect will reward you with three Foundation Establishment Pills and accept you as an inner disciple at the same time!"

Hearing this, countless monks in the field suddenly exclaimed!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wan Manlou was a little surprised.

This Kunlun Sword Sect knows how to do business, but it's the same as the black boxing in the first life, it's all profiteering!
And this Kunlun Sword Sect only provides a venue, and the rest of the expenses are not covered. Of course, if someone can win ten games in a row, such an outstanding talent, it would be good to buy three Foundation Establishment Pills!

Hearing the words of the middle-aged Taishang, hundreds of monks slowly began to sign up. Most of them have some confidence in their own strength, and they don't value a hundred spirit stones or the promise of building a foundation. After all, it was just a mirror image.

They're looking at the opening bet, yes.

There is a gamble set up by the Kunlun Sword Sect next to the sword-questioning platform. All contestants like them can participate, but they can only win by buying themselves!

Since he has confidence in his own strength, he naturally dares to buy himself a victory. A win is only a hundred, and a win can be thousands.

Not long after, several servants began to wander among the spectators below, charging.

Watching people compete also requires money - ten spirit stones.

Some low-level monks saw that they wanted to give spirit stones, so they left naturally.

Wanmanlou didn't have one, and a mere spirit stone was nothing to him, and he was indeed very interested in this competition.

Although it was only a competition for low-level monks, Wan Manlou also wanted to experience it, just to see the difference between the monks in the inland and the monks in the sea.

Not long after, the disciples of the Kunlun Sword Sect finished clearing the arena, and there were still thousands of monks waiting for the competition on the stage.

Most of these people bet on the gambling table next to them. Wan Manlou didn't bet. If they won too little, why bother?
If you win too much, Kunlun Sword Sect will definitely not turn a blind eye.

Why offend such a local snake, besides, I am an alchemist, and I don't lack mere spirit stones.

Gradually, there were already three competitions on the field, most of them were monks with high-level qi training. Wan Manlou watched their competitions, and he would compare them with overseas monks in his heart.

Gradually, Wan Manlou discovered that one of the problems of the inland monks might be due to environmental problems. Their methods were not too vicious, at least a little less vicious than those thieves at the Qi training stage overseas.

Of course, Wan Manlou also discovered that the foundation of the inland monks is very solid, the control of spells and the timing of battles are all qualified, but the inland is not as bad as the overseas environment, and there are not many ruthless ones.

Not long after, the competition reached the ninth round. At this time, an indifferent man walked gently onto the ring, and the enthusiasm in the audience was even greater!
The middle-aged man on the ring also said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "The one who is playing now is the Blood Eagle, who won nine games in a row before the Blood Eagle."

Everyone in the audience started talking about it, and Wan Manlou heard a rough idea. This person on the stage should be regarded as a very famous monk. He is famous for his fierce shots. He once won nine games in a row, but finally lost because of the spiritual power in his body. Come on!

At this time when he came on stage, the monks in the audience bought it most, and at the same time, the odds of the blood eagle were also reduced to the lowest in the gambling market.

Naturally, they also believed that it was impossible for the Blood Eagle to lose the first game.

Blood Eagle's opponent was a middle-aged man with an ordinary face. At this time, the middle-aged man's face was a little pale. Maybe he didn't expect that he would want to meet Blood Eagle in the first match.

Moreover, Blood Eagle was famous for his fierce attacks, his strikes were either fatal or injurious, it was normal for this middle-aged man to behave like this.

Wan Manlou looked at the two people on the stage, and originally just glanced around, but suddenly saw something, and his eyes froze for a moment.

The corner of his mouth raised, and he murmured, "Blood Eagle? How many days do you bleed every month? Interesting!"

The man on the stage had a bitter face at this moment, looked at Xue Ying, and said: "Blood Eagle, I am no match for you, please be merciful!"

As he spoke, he bowed his hands and saluted.

Then he opened his mouth and said, "I've done it!"

A ground stabbing technique was thrown towards the blood eagle, and the blood eagle did not resist and directly stabbed the man with a sword!

Seeing this guy's performance, Wan Manlou immediately felt that he had a good idea. The people here are indeed decent, and they even have to say something before making a move!
This can't help but make Wan Manlou more interested in the fierce blood eagle, this is simply a sheep among the sheep, and this blood eagle is still a Kunxiu!
Yes, although he looks like a man, but he can't hide it from Wan Manlou's eyes, this blood eagle is definitely a girl!

The two on the stage fought each other for several moves, the man was gradually lost, and the bloodstains on his body left blood, which swept down on the ring.

Wan Manlou saw the blood eagle's attack and nodded slightly, but his moves were ruthless, and his moves were all life-threatening.

It is possible that this man should have practiced the method of body forging, otherwise he would have died long ago, even if he hadn't finished, he would have been severely suppressed by the blood eagle at this time!

Wan Manlou judged that if he did not use three moves, this guy should be invincible.

Wan Manlou guessed right, another move, the blood eagle found a weakness in the man, and stabbed directly with his sword.

The man couldn't dodge in time, and fell directly on the edge of the ring. The blood eagle approached with a sword and stepped forward. It was the victory and defeat!

In a blink of an eye, the man caught the blood eagle with one foot and tripped him directly under the ring.

The referee next to him immediately ruled that the Blood Eagle lost!

The man suddenly showed a look of horror, and at the same time, with a three-pointed simplicity, he said in a simple manner: "I lost, it's my luck!"

The blood eagle in the audience heard the words, turned around and left without saying a word!
The development of the matter was obviously out of everyone's surprise. The audience in the audience also thought that Blood Eagle was really unlucky, and at the same time, he was also unlucky. He bet on Blood Eagle and lost a lot.

Wan Manlou was also a little surprised, just now he thought that the victory and defeat had been decided, but he didn't expect a sudden change!So he carefully recalled the battle between the man and the blood eagle just now.

Thinking about it this time, I immediately discovered the problem. The guy used his simple and honest appearance to deceive everyone, especially his pale face, and his words afterwards.

Great acting!

Good actor!
Afterwards, in the battle against the Blood Eagle, although this guy was always at a disadvantage and seemed to be on the verge of falling, he didn't suffer too much loss, and he seemed to be able to do a job with ease in his clumsiness.

Of course, there is the last stumbling block, which is simply a stroke of genius!

Wan Manlou smiled slightly, and said to himself: "Am I being slapped in the face? Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? Interesting!"

"It seems that apart from the she-wolf among the sheep, there are also wolves in sheep's clothing after all!"

(End of this chapter)