Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 108 Betting on the Nine Layers Building

Dialect, who was practicing in the cave, didn't know that he had been betrayed again. He heard a wave of spiritual consciousness outside the cave. It was not malicious, but just a message. Dialect stopped the exercises, stood up and left the cave.

In front of him was a young man with the cultivation of the [-]th level of Qi Refining. Seeing the dialect coming out, he cupped his hands and said, "Senior, is your surname Yan?"

"Well, who are you?" Dialect was a little surprised when the other party came to inquire about the alias he had used several times.

"By the order of Master Jin Lingzi, you are allowed to challenge Brother Poison Luo. Two days later, you will be able to fight on the peak fighting platform. There should be no delay in this fight. If not, you will not be allowed to enter Guiyun Town for the rest of your life."

"En? Please ask you, who is the real Jinlingzi?"

"My master, Zhenren Jinlingzi, is a disciple of Master Tianfeng. The master has returned to the sect. My master is now in charge of guarding Guiyun Town."

Fang Yan was surprised when he heard the words, he had never heard of Jinlingzi, but Tianfeng had heard of it, it was the Jindan cultivator in Guiyun Town, Du Luo actually had friendship with them, forcing himself to challenge?If you don't agree, you have to leave Guiyun Town. Apart from here, you have no place to hide, and you will be killed by Poison Luo sooner or later. If you win by yourself, how can you escape, unless?
Now is not the time to hesitate, Fang Yan knew that if he refused, he would be driven out of Guiyun Town immediately, and then Du Luo would chase and kill him.

Thinking of this, dialect immediately said: "Okay, I see."

The young man didn't seem to expect Fang Yan to agree so readily, he stared at Fang Yan for a few times, and then left with his hands in his hands. Fang Yan saw that he was ordering two other people at the corner, who should be monitoring him.

Dialect originally respected the owner of Guiyun Town very much, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that. Even though the young man didn't say much just now, Fang Yan still heard something, Guiyun The town is not the gathering place for casual cultivators that dialect used to think. At least this Jindan monk Tianfeng is an elder of a certain sect. own people.

One day later, Ji Feng returned to Guiyun Town, Fang Yan discussed with Ji Feng for more than an hour, and Ji Feng and the five left Guiyun Town with the scar.

Dialect came out of the cave, and the two people monitoring Fangyan immediately stared at him.

Fang Yan stretched out his hand to say hello to the two of them, and then slowly walked up to the peak and entered the Linglong Pavilion. No matter what kind of power it is, there are no fake things here, but he came here to find a few things that he can use.

Two hours later, Fang Yan came out of Linglong Pavilion, went to Judan Pavilion again, and then returned to his cave.

Those two people followed Fang Yan until Fang Yan entered the cave and stayed at the corner again.

After entering the cave, Dialect still activated the protective formation, sat down alone, and did not continue to practice, but took out a jade slip in his hand, looking for something, not showing a thoughtful expression.

After a long time, Fang Yan seemed to have made some kind of decision, and put the jade slip into the pot of heaven and earth with a flip of his hand, and began to cultivate with mana.

Tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle, Fang Yan's heart is at peace, and he runs the Xingyun Art over and over again, feeling the comfort of growing mana in his body.Xingyun Jue is worthy of being a high-level mental method. It is several times faster than Qingyun Jue to refine mana. If you continue to practice, Dialect is confident that you will reach the top level of foundation building within ten years. Such a fast cultivation speed, no matter which sect you belong to He's a genius, but if he can't pass tomorrow's test, Dialect will never have this chance in his life.

I don't know who released the news. Tomorrow, a monk who established the foundation will challenge the monk Xudan, and the monks in Guiyun Town almost fell into madness.

"Brother Song, have you heard that there is a foundation-builder cultivator challenging Xudan cultivator to fight tomorrow?"

"No way, are you crazy, monk Xudan?"

"Brother Song, I've heard about it too. I don't know if it's the daring one. Brother Xudan can slap us Foundation Establishment monks flat with a single slap."

"I don't know who has eaten the dragon's heart and the phoenix's guts, but dared to challenge the Xudan cultivator."

"The Jiuchonglou over there opened the market. If the kid wins, you will lose one hundred."

"What? One hundred for one. You went to press?"

"I bet, but I bet on Xudan Sheng. Although it's only [-] to [-], it's a steady profit, isn't it?"

"I have to press it quickly. I just exchanged a few fourth-order monsters for spirit stones. I planned to buy a handy magic weapon. After tomorrow, I might be able to upgrade the magic weapon to a higher level."

These are monks who intend to make a small fortune.

In another restaurant, two young monks were also discussing this matter, but they were fantasizing.

"When will I be able to reach Xu Dan?"

"You, another few decades, if you can live until then."

"Madman, he must be a lunatic, dare to challenge Xu Dan."

There are also those who support dialects.

"Maybe he has a high-grade treasure in his hand, or even a top-grade treasure. Otherwise, how can he challenge the Xudan cultivator."

"Well, I think it's the same. If you're not sure, isn't it obvious that you're going to die?"

"In any case, we must go to see what happened tomorrow."

In the whole Guiyun Town, the boss of Jiuchonglou is probably the most angry at this time. Looking at the tens of millions of proofs of the Xudan cultivators in his hands, and looking at the only [-] proofs of winning the dialect, the dignified foundation building high-level The monk regretted it so much that he wanted to cry. Why did he come up with such a bad idea? If he couldn't pay the compensation this time, he would offend almost all the monks in Guiyun Town. In the future, he wouldn't have to think about opening the Nine Layers Building.Even if you pay one hundred for one, you need millions of spirit stones. His shopkeeper for several years has done nothing. Even so, he dare not take away these batches of spirit stones. Now I don’t know how many people are staring at Jiuchonglou.

Dialect came out of the cave, and there was already a person waiting at the door, it was the young man who informed Dialect that day.

"Senior Yan, please." The young man made an empty hand to let Fang Yan go first, and he followed behind a step behind.

Along the way, Dialect also heard many people's comments, and turned around and asked: "My fellow Taoist, I wonder if the gambling they are talking about is talking about me?"

"Well, that's right, it's about you."

"Someone opened the market, betting that I win and lose one hundred?"

"That was yesterday's odds, today one pays one hundred and fifty."

"What about drug addicts?"

"Two hundred to one."

"So low? Is there anyone still betting?"

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Yan, many people gambled."

"Oh, it seems that I lost the bet? Fellow Daoist, can I go to the Jiuzhong Building first."

"Okay, as long as you come to the fighting platform at noon."

Hearing the dialect, he immediately knew that this young man was going to spend the whole morning with him, and he didn't mind. He walked slowly towards the peak, and saw many people walking towards the Jiuzhong Building along the way. When they arrived at the Jiuzhong Building, Fang Yan heard many monks swearing and didn't know why.

When Fang Yan came to Jiuchonglou, a monk just came out and saw him: "My friend, there is no need to go. Jiuchonglou does not accept gambling money. I exchanged my things for Lingshi overnight." Regardless of the dialect's reaction, he cursed and walked away.

"No more?" Dialect understood a little bit, but he still stepped into the Nine Layers Building.

A steward saw the dialect coming in: "I'm sorry, fellow daoist, this building won't accept this fight. If you want to gamble, fellow daoist, wait until the next time. I'm sorry."

"I bet the Foundation Establishment cultivator wins. Don't you accept?"

"Gambling to build a foundation?" In the past two days, few people won by pressing the dialect. The tens of thousands of spirit stones were also invested by dozens of low-level monks who wanted to make a fortune. At this time, those people did not know where to hide and regretted it. Yes, in fact, each of them is only a few hundred spirit stones.

Hearing that the dialect wanted to bet on the establishment of the foundation, the steward immediately said: "Go, I don't know how much you want to bet."

"How much can you pick up at most? If you can't decide, let your boss come out."

"En?" The steward stared at the dialect for a few times, as if he was about to cause trouble, he said wait a moment, and then walked upstairs.

Soon the boss of the Jiuzhong Building came down from the stairs: "Fellow Daoist, do you want to press the foundation to win?"

"Yes, what are the odds now? How much can I bet"

"One hundred and fifty for one. You can press as much as you want."

"Would you like the treasure?"

"Baby?" The boss of Jiuchonglou thought for a while, the bet on the magic weapon was not in accordance with the rules, but then he nodded and said, "Yes, but the price is [-]% lower than the market price."

"Yes, here are 15 spirit stones. This is a middle-grade treasure, three low-grade treasures, and these magical artifacts. Let the boss estimate the value."

All these things were obtained from that elder brother. Fang Yan had already sold many things that he didn't need, and there were dozens of corpses of fourth-level monsters. It's something that this elder brother has been saving for a long time. These monsters alone have hundreds of thousands of spirit stones. These magic weapons are kept in dialects for future use, but it's useless to keep them on your body for a while. If you lose, you will just be poisoned. Luo just searched and went back, and simply took them all out at once.

As for the few dialects of the jade slips, I did not show them.

"Ah?" The boss of Jiuchonglou, who was originally depressed, suddenly smiled, and hurriedly checked the dialects. As long as it is not a treasure with special functions, the price is very open. Soon, the boss of Jiuchonglou completed the appraisal of these items. .

"Fellow Daoist, these things have a total of 30 spirit stones, what do you think?"

Dialect knew that the price given to him by the boss of Jiuchonglou was not low: "Okay, just do as the boss says."

"Wait a minute, I'll give you proof." The boss of Jiuchonglou made a formula with both hands, and put several mana into a jade slip, and then handed it to Fang Yan.

Dialect took it and checked it. There is no problem. The proof of 45 spirit stones: "Boss, then I will leave. If I win, I will still have these magic weapons."

(End of this chapter)