Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 885

With the help of this inexplicable organization, in the following days, Dialect really saves a lot of trouble, and there is no need to spend time and energy picking opponents by themselves every day. They will select two or three qualified opponents for Dialect early on. The opponents in the gambling fight are a little different from the past in that each game has a lottery, and the value is not low, but the monk Situ has never shown up again, and the monk who is often summoned is not himself. Let the dialect want to investigate the fluctuation of the fairy breath on him again, but there is no chance.

When the dialect wins more than [-] or [-] games in a row, and then [-] or [-] games in a row, no matter how low-key it is, it is hard not to attract attention. There is not much connection with Tianxingzong, but no one recognized him, and no one connected him with Tianxingzong. However, many people with good eyesight vaguely guessed that the strength of dialect is not limited to Yuanying, but has always been Since then, the strength of dialects has been limited to that of Nascent Soul, even if they have suspicions in their hearts, they can only guess secretly.

After all, someone came forward. After the dialect once again defeated a Nascent Soul junior, a cultivator under the fighting platform shouted: "Cultivator Wuna, you are clearly distracted, but you are here to bully the junior?"

"Distraction cultivator? It's actually a distraction cultivator?" The voice was extremely loud, and many spectator cultivators who hadn't retreated heard it, and there was an uproar in the ring for a moment.

"Cultivator of distraction? I heard that this monk has won nearly a hundred games in a row. It's no wonder if he is a distraction."

"Come here to gamble with distraction, isn't it like coming to snatch spiritual things?"

"In the past, it's not that the monks who were overly distracted acted like this. How could these distracted seniors value these gambling prizes? With their strength, it's faster to go to the ancient battlefield at will than this."

"It's hard to say, maybe this senior has such a bad taste, but I'm very happy. The few people he won recently are all guys that I don't like."

"Are you jealous that others are stronger than you, or is it because your Fairy Furong or Fairy Feng followed one of them?"

"Hahaha."

The few monks who were staring at the situation on the platform discussed for a while and then they didn't know where to go. Just as they laughed, they heard the masked winner on the stage say: "Fellow Daoist, what advice do you have? Could it be that I broke the rules of the central arena?"

The tone of the dialect is flat but straightforward and unceremonious.

"It seems that you have admitted your distraction practice. I wouldn't care about others, but you can't bully my disciples like this." Before, with a thin figure, gray clothes with a few stains, a messy bun on the top of the head, and a few strands of hair hanging messily on the cheeks, it seems that it has not been taken care of for a long time. Among the monks, there is such a Sloppy people are also rare.

"Your disciple?" After inquiring about this sloppy Taoist, he looked at the monk who had just been defeated by him. Although he was wearing a mask like himself, he still didn't believe in the dialect. This monk was clean from top to bottom. He is neat, like Mr. Pianpian, while the other is very sloppy. If they are really master and apprentice, the contrast between the two is too great.

It's just that dialect soon knew that what this sloppy Taoist said was true, and everyone around the stage had already spoken out without him speaking out.

"Sloppy Taoist Zhang? That's the sloppy Taoist Zhang? Isn't that Mr. Pian on the stage?"

"Young Master Pian? The suave and romantic Bai Huamu's Young Master Pian?"

"If it's not him, whoever it is, it's no wonder that even defeat has such a demeanor."

"That cultivator has caused trouble now. Among the sects, Emperor Wu Tianxing Sect is the one who protects the weak. Among casual cultivators, this sloppy Taoist Zhang is not much inferior. We will have a good show later."

"Hush, let's listen to what the two distracted seniors have to say."

Amidst the voices of the crowd, the neat monk who had just been defeated also stopped his exercises, stood up, bowed to the sloppy Taoist and said: "I have seen the master, why did you come here. "

"Hmph, if I don't come, how would I know that my apprentice has been bullied?"

"Don't blame this senior, it's the disciple's own decision. In fact, before accepting this bet, disciple already knew that this senior was distracted."

"Huh?" The sloppy Taoist gave a slight pause.

For his master's temperament, this neat young master is very familiar with it. When even whispered the reason behind the incident, many audiences under the stage stared at the stage. After saying something, the expected fierce collision did not appear. After a while, the anger on the sloppy Taoist's face gradually calmed down, and then he looked at the winning monk who had not moved and was waiting on the side of the fighting platform.

"Fellow daoist, a certain generation of disciples thank you, but it doesn't mean that fellow daoists can bully my disciples like this." Looking at the masked dialect on the opposite side, he said slowly, although his tone was much calmer, he still expressed displeasure show.

Hearing the words of this sloppy Taoist, the dialect did not have the previous rudeness. It only said that the sloppy Taoist protected the younger disciples so much, and the neat monk was so respectful, which made Fang Yan feel a little bit good. The sloppy Taoist's voice After falling down, the dialect also cupped his hands and saluted immediately and said: "Zhang Daoyou, I think you will understand the meaning, but it is a bit biased for Daoist friends to say so."

It may be a little unreasonable to fight with the Nascent Soul cultivator with distracted cultivation base, but it is a rare learning opportunity for many Nascent Soul cultivators like dialect. After all, even the elders of the same sect, there are not many distracted monks who would feed the younger disciples in this way, and the only ones who feel dissatisfied are those monks who originally planned to make a fortune by gambling. Reason for trouble.

"What does he know? Unless you have a bet with me, no matter whether you win or lose, the matter is over." The sloppy Taoist said very unreasonably.

"Huh? I don't recognize things like bullying juniors, but since fellow Taoists are interested, I will accompany you. I have something to do today. If you agree, what about tomorrow?" Dialect heard the sloppy Zhang The intention of the Taoist is not to stand out for his disciples, but he clearly wants to take this opportunity to fight with himself. After dozens of days, he has been fighting against the Nascent Soul junior. Although he can completely control it, he has lost a lot of actual combat Nervous and urgent, Fang Yan also intends to make a few gestures with fellow Taoists of the same level in a few days. Now that the sloppy Taoist has this intention, Dialect immediately agrees. As for a little early, it is nothing.

"Okay, tomorrow is tomorrow. Tomorrow I will be waiting for fellow daoists in this central arena. It's better not to miss the appointment."

"No appointment? Haha, don't worry, Fellow Daoist Zhang." After leaving a message at the end, Fang Yan jumped off the fighting platform and walked towards the gate of the central arena. They all showed some respect, and stepped aside to reveal a passage.

Seeing the dialect flashing away, the master and apprentice on the fighting platform also jumped down. Obviously, this sloppy Taoist is still a celebrity here. Along the way, monks bowed their hands to say hello from time to time, but the sloppy Taoist ignored it, but he The disciple bowed his hands again and again and returned the salute.

Many monks watching the battle also dispersed one after another, still talking about tomorrow's gambling scene, which is just a gambling battle between two distracted monks, but they are not people like them who can casually watch the battle, unless they have a deep background and Or be willing to pay a large ticket fee, otherwise it can only be a guess.

Among the many monks, there was still a monk who was muttering to himself. After a while, the surrounding monks became less and less. This monk picked up a message jade talisman in his hand and sent out a message. If the dialect was repeated, he might be able to discover The jade talisman in his hand was very similar to the one left to him by the monk Situ. If nothing else, this monk Nascent Soul was also a member of that inexplicable organization.

(End of this chapter)