The Strongest Sect Master In Cultivation World

"Down! Down! Down!"

The friars who supported fakefozong stared at the shaky Jiang Hu in the field and cheered excitedly.

Obviously, Jiang Hu's trembling state won't last long.

Maybe it will be suppressed by the pagoda in the next moment!

Therefore, these fakefozong's henchmen are waiting to see the God Zong eat flat.

Those Arhats and garans of fake Buddhism are still dignified.

However, the corners of their mouths showed a bright smile.

Because they know that fakefozong will win!

Hehe, fight with us?

I don't know what to do!

"Well, Jiang Hu, I told you to pretend to be exhausted, not to make your eyes stare like a frog. In addition, your shaking frequency should be slowly accelerated, and your legs should be bent a little more. Ah, yes! That's true."

Jiang Ling shakes her legs and uses the method of sound transmission to teach her acting skills to Jiang Hu.

It turned out that everything others saw was false!

"Gu Lang, take a good look and learn."

"See, those Buddha power and Buddha light have been transformed into spiritual power without obstacles and absorbed by your senior brother. His strength has been improved to a small level, and he has reached the sixth level of the reign of emperor Qianyuan in the Taiqing Dynasty."

"So, these bald people are really good people with selfless dedication!"

Gu Lang looked admiring. He was surprised at the talent of his senior brother.

Some people also have infinite admiration for master's extraordinary wisdom in playing tricks on the enemy.

The only thing left in his mind was this idea: "our God sect is really too arrogant!"

Jiang Hu asked in a weak voice, "master, I have almost absorbed the Buddha power, and I will soon show my feet..."

"Won't you slow down?" Jiang Ling interrupted his complaint, "the opening of jiuyouque hasn't been finished yet. Hold on for a while."

Gu Lang looked at the master's sight.

In the distance,

Elder martial brother jiuyouque turned into a fat man with golden storage rings on his ten fingers.

With a two meter long gold chain around his neck.

I almost wrote the upstart on my face.

Nine youque shouted loudly, "it's open! It's open!"

"It coincides with today's battle between fakefozong and tianshenzong. I open a villa here!"

"Muscle barbarians vs. Fuhu Luohan."

"Muscle barbarians insist on less than 3 minutes, 1 compensate 1.2!"

"Hold on for 10 minutes, 1 pays 1.5!"

"Hold on for 20 minutes, 1 pays 3!"

"Hold on for 30 minutes, 1 pays 5!"

"Insist on 60 minutes, 1 compensate 20!"

His words fell into the ears of the people and immediately brightened their eyes.

Originally, this kind of fighting method has attracted countless attention.

Now there was such fun again, and a group of monks came at once.

"The odds are so low?" Some people are very dissatisfied.

"Fool! Mosquito legs are also meat. The actual odds are also very high. Don't you think he can carry it for an hour, and then you take 20 times the spirit stone?"

An old man touched his beard with a smile on his face and pointed out the mystery.

Yes!

As soon as everyone heard it, their hearts were hot.

A little makes a mickle. A bargain is coming!

"Wait a minute, will you be greedy for our spirit stone?" A thin man said cautiously.

"Cut! I don't care about your little money!" Nine youque stretched out fat fingers like five radishes, and the storage ring on each finger glittered in the sun.

Almost blinded everyone.

Oh, it's the stupid son of the landlord!

The people's faces showed a suddenly enlightened look.

"I can't last three minutes if I buy 100000 muscle barbarians!"

"I'll buy 500000!"

"Give me a whole 800000!"

“……”

These people scrambled to make an underground bet for fear that they would not be able to take advantage of it if they were late.

In a short time, more than 500 million spirit stones have been harvested!

Gu Lang in the distance saw that people were stupid.

what the fuck!

You can still play like this!

Ninety nine percent of these bets are fakefozong's lackeys.

They are 100% sure that muscle barbarians won't last long.

Now someone came to give money, and they were very happy.

Only Gu Lang understood that these people simply gave money to the God sect for nothing!

With a smile on her face, Jiang Ling turned to Gu Lang and said, "how much private money do you have?"

"Er, ten million or ten million..." Gu Lang hesitated.

"You boy, absolutely still have it!"

"20 million..."

"And!"

"Well, I actually have 30 million private money. I really don't have it. This is my wife Ben..." Gu Lang scratched his head with embarrassment.

This 30 million spirit stone is definitely a huge sum of money.

"Well, you buy it. Your senior brother can't last three minutes." Jiang Ling said with a smile.

"Ah???" Gu Lang doubted whether he had heard wrong.

"That's right."

"But elder martial brother is pretending! He can hold on like this for a month and a half. Finally, he stopped because he was hungry and wanted to eat."

"Didn't I lose money? More than 30 million!"

Jiang Ling said with a smile, "yes, it makes you lose money!"

"Think about it. If you throw out 30 million with pride, will those who are still waiting and watching be moved?"

"They'll bet with you!"

"I'll ask senior brother jiuyouque to give you 60 million spirit stones later."

Gu Lang's face showed a suddenly enlightened look.

When he heard the back, he smiled happily.

"Master, actually, I have 50 million private money!"

"Good boy! Go quickly!"

Gu Lang turned a corner and changed his appearance.

He held out his chest and belly, bumped into more than a dozen dog legs of fake Buddha, and came to the elder martial brother's booth.

"Pa!" He threw out five storage bags in a row and shouted: "this muscle barbarian knows at a glance that he is a guy who can only practice hard, let alone carry the pagoda for three minutes."

With that, he pointed to the river tiger in the field, shaking and trembling all over his body.

"Even a minute is enough!"

"This is 50 million spirit stones." He casually opened the bottom of a storage bag, and the clattering colorful spirit stones covered the ground, emitting a charming light!

"Later, we'll turn 10 million spirit stones into 60 million spirit stones!"

Everyone looked at the shining spirit stone on the ground and listened to such bewitching words.

Their eyes were bloodshot and their hearts beat like drums.

One million is 200000 more!

Ten million is two million more!

The opportunity for development is at hand!

Don't you see that others are thousands of spirit stones and throw them down without blinking!

Bet!

Bet on pawning your underpants!

These lackeys have ten thousand confidence in fakefozong and don't worry about losing at all.

Immediately, they all took out the storage ring and storage bag.

"I'll give you two million!"

"I'll pay five million!"

"Can these eight level magic tools be worth money? Just change eight million spirit stones!"

"I have a ten level array from the secret of the sect. I can pawn ten million!"

These people give money if they have money and magic weapons if they have no money.

Without magic weapons, who can't point the skill?

Someone copied the skill on the spot.

For a time, a sea of people almost squeezed Jiuyou finches into meat cakes.

"Don't squeeze! If I squeeze again, I won't take the bet!" Under some threats, the of these people calmed down a little.

Finally, jiuyouque urgently dispatched more than 100 disciples to count the spirit stones, evaluate the value of magic tools and secret scripts, and register the odds.

The nine youque is worthy of being an old fox who has lived for tens of thousands of years, and suddenly became standardized.

Rough count, the Lingshi bet added up to 6 billion!!!

Even Jiuyou finches feel dizzy when they see this number.

what the fuck! These bald donkeys are the God of wealth!!

……

"Down! Down! Down!!!"

The gamblers waved their arms and made deafening cheers.

It's the same as at the beginning, but the voice is ten times louder, with the enthusiasm of getting rich