You Can't Imagine The Speed Of My Cultivation

this moment.

Countless Han State Immortal Cultivation Academy disciples all looked at Jiang Fan speechlessly.

Although Ling Xuanxuan is the third direct disciple of the Sword Academy and your Jiang Fan's junior junior sister, you can't just bet on Ling Xuanxuan's victory just because of this.

Qi Refining Eighth Stage hits Foundation Establishment First Stage.

Unless Ling Xuanxuan can be as evil as Yue Qingying and comprehend the Sword intent during the Qi Refining period, otherwise it is simply impossible.

Betting on Lingxuanxuan's victory, isn't this just giving money to others?

These are 13,000 low-rank Spirit Stones.

Even with the benefits of Han State Immortal Cultivation Academy's direct discipleship, it would take five months to save enough.

Prodigal girls!

Oh... no, it should be the prodigal man!

Even if your daughter-in-law is Yue Qingying, she can't be such a prodigal.

"Jiang Fan, you... are you sure you want to bet on Ling Xuanxuan?"

Fatty stared blankly at the pile of Spirit Stones in front of him, wondering if he heard it wrong.

He, Mo Xiaopang, has been in the arena for many years, and he is also someone who has seen big scenes.

Jiang Fan wanted to bet 13,000 low-grade Spirit Stones, and Mo Xiaopang was not intimidated.

only……

What Jiang Fan bet on made Mo Xiaopang a little confused.

Although Ling Xuanxuan's odds of winning are 1:10, anyone who is not a fool can tell that the odds are just a make-up.

But Jiang Fan just bet on it.

What the f*ck is this?

"That's right, I beat my little junior sister to win, what's the problem?"

Jiang Fan glanced at Mo Xiaopang, "You don't dare to pick it up, are you afraid that you won't be able to afford it?"

"Are you kidding, I, Mo Xiaopang, will be afraid? Since you dare to bet, I dare to take it!"

Mo Xiaopang directly accepted 13,000 low-grade Spirit Stones from Jiang Fan.

There is a special monitoring system for arena competitions, and no one can rely on external forces, let alone cheating.

He really didn't believe what kind of tricks Jiang Fan could play.

These 13,000 low-grade Spirit Stones are almost a guaranteed profit. How can Mo Xiaopang refuse?

"Second senior brother, should you think about it again, I'm afraid I won't be able to beat you."

Ling Xuanxuan tugged at Jiang Fan's arm, almost crying.

The second senior brother made such a mess, which made her feel big.

If she loses, God knows if the second senior brother will ask her to pay her 130,000 Spirit Stones.

Even if she is the eldest lady of the Ling family and has a mine at home, she can't stand the torment of the second senior brother.

"There's nothing to think about. You are my little junior sister. If I don't support you, who do you support?"

Jiang Fan waved his hand, "You are Yue Qingying's junior junior sister, you have to have confidence in yourself. Back then when your senior sister Qi Refining Eighth Stage, dealing with Wan Chao's Foundation Establishment First Stage was like swatting flies. "

"..."

Ling Xuanxuan felt very tired.

I know that the senior sister is amazing, but the problem is that I am not a senior sister, can you stop using me like a senior sister?

However……

Just when everyone thought Jiang Fan was having a convulsion, there was a look of doubt in someone's eyes.

This person is Ye Ming.

For Jiang Fan, a direct disciple of the Sword Academy, Ye Ming can be said to know better than anyone present.

In Jiang Fan's eyes, Spirit Stones are like his lifeblood.

As long as the Spirit Stones are in the hands of Jiang Fan, no one can take a single one out of his hands.

He would rather believe that the sun will come out from the west tomorrow, and he would never believe that Jiang Chen is willing to lose these more than 10,000 inferior Spirit Stones!

Tricky!

There must be something tricky in this!

Jiang Fan dared to bet, nine out of ten he has absolute confidence in this match.

Must follow a wave!

"Two thousand low-grade Spirit Stones, bet on Ling Xuanxuan to win!"

Ye Ming felt ruthless in his heart, went straight forward, and threw two thousand low-grade Spirit Stones at Mo Xiaopang.

"..."

Everyone looked at Ye Ming with foolish eyes.

Although it is a very normal phenomenon to gamble and bet and drink soup after the big players.

But even if you want to talk to a big family, you have to choose a normal one.

If you follow Jiang Fan's ass, why don't you lose all your underpants?

"Ye Ming, you dare to bet on your Senior Sister Ling to win, you have foresight."

Jiang Fan looked at Ye Ming who stepped forward to bet, and couldn't help giving Ye Ming a thumbs up.

Ye Ming patted his chest, and said righteously: "Second Senior Brother, as a disciple of the Sword Academy, it is my duty to support Senior Sister Ling!"

"..."

Jiang Fan's head was covered with black lines.

No wonder I failed to catch this guy last time.

This guy... his brain is indeed much better than before.

"Tsk... so it's for flattery."

When everyone heard Ye Ming's words, they couldn't help showing contemptuous expressions on their faces.

Both Jiang Fan and Ling Xuanxuan are direct disciples of the headmaster of the Sword Academy.

Ye Ming followed suit and made a bet, obviously wanting to gain favor, hugging their thighs.

...

The news of Jiang Fan's bet quickly spread in the arena and reached the ears of Wan Chao on the other side.

"Jiang Fan is such a fool, he actually bet 13,000 on Ling Xuanxuan's victory."

Wan Chao couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Isn't this a gift of Spirit Stones to Mo Xiaopang?

If he had known that Jiang Fan had so many Spirit Stones, he should have made a bigger bet with Jiang Fan.

"Senior Brother Wan, since Jiang Fan dared to bet so many Spirit Stones, I'm afraid the matter is not simple, you better be careful, Senior Brother."

Behind Wan Chao, the shrewd younger brother couldn't help reminding him.

"How difficult is it?"

Wan Chao glanced at him with displeasure, "What? You think I can't even handle a Qi Refining Eighth Stage girl?"

"Senior Brother Wan..."

The little boy had just opened his mouth when Wan Chao interrupted him directly, "Okay, go to Mo Xiaopang and bet me 5,000 low-grade Spirit Stones, and I will win with 10 points!"

"Senior Brother Wan, we only collected 5,000 low-rank Spirit Stones, which are used to gamble with Jiang Fan."

The other younger brother said weakly and authentically.

"are you a pig?"

Wan Chao slapped him on the head, "Daddy won't lose, do you still need to give Jiang Fan Spirit Stones?"

The two younger brothers didn't dare to say anything more, so they hurriedly bet on Wan Chao.

Not long after Wan Chao asked the two younger brothers to bet, another match on the arena came to an end, and a mechanical voice resounded over the arena.

"Wu Guang wins this game, and his points are +3."

"Next match, Wan Chao vs. Ling Xuanxuan!"

Without any hesitation, Wan Chao flashed his figure and rushed towards the central arena.

the other side.

Ling Xuanxuan also had a bitter face, and under Jiang Fan's urging, she bravely boarded the central stage.

Wan Chao stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Ling Xuanxuan condescendingly: "Little girl, you are not my opponent. If you are sensible, you can admit defeat."

"I also want to admit defeat, but Second Senior Brother insists on me fighting. If I don't fight, Second Senior Brother will definitely punish me."

Ling Xuanxuan looked at Wan Chao weakly, with a pitiful look, "Wan Dage, can you let me do one move, one move will be enough."

When Ling Xuanxuan spoke, she felt a little uneasy.

Is the second senior brother's method really reliable?