In a secret room in a vast and extremely luxurious manor in Nanmen City. "Hmph, you just mess around all day long. Look at your cultivation level. You're still fighting with others. You really pissed me off." An old man with a sullen face was scolding a young man in front of him, but he didn't mention the death of another disciple. This young man was Fan Gaocai, and needless to say, this old man was his father Fan Fenghua. "Hehe, father, it's okay, it's just a small foundation-building cultivator. Don't worry." Fan Gaocai said nonchalantly, and suddenly his eyes turned and continued. "I just saw Zhao Xiaosi die at the hands of others, and I couldn't bear it, so I took the initiative to fight. Otherwise, how would others look at my Taiyi Sect, right?" Fan Fenghua heard it and had to shake his head helplessly. But it was true that he, Fan Fenghua, had a son in his old age, a Yuanying cultivator, but his son had good qualifications but didn't want to practice, which was a headache for him. After beating and scolding him several times without any effect, he felt sorry for him and let him go. He just thought that his son was still young and ignorant, and he would be fine when he grew up.
He also scolded him for some domineering rumors, and didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was just youthful frivolity. "Don't underestimate the enemy when you fight tomorrow. This is the last time. If you fight with others again, I will not let you go easily. Get out!" Fan Fenghua scolded him, waved his hand with a headache, and drove him out. The next day, the duel between the son of the leader of Taiyi Sect and others became a hot topic, and basically all the cultivators who paid attention to the movements of all parties knew about it. Many cultivators came to the duel field early in the morning, and there were also many people in uniform clothes from various sects. In the huge martial arts arena, the audience seats were already crowded and lively. There were those who came to watch, those who had a grudge with Fan Gaocai, and those who came to see the joke. The happiest party was Taichu Sect, as most of the ticket revenue from the duel would go to their own sect. They even opened a special betting site to bet on the outcome of the two. Of course, the fact that such a big commotion could be created was also largely due to the Taichu Sect's instigation. In their eyes, no matter who died, it was a good thing. It would be even better if a certain goal could be achieved, and even the sect leader was alarmed. At this moment, two old men with a strong aura came out at the same time on the large viewing platform, one of whom was Fan Fenghua. "Shi Hetong, why are you here too? Do you want to see a joke?" Fan Fenghua was seen chatting and laughing with the other party with a fake smile. "Haha, see what Brother Fan said, I just happened to be here this time. I heard that my nephew was dueling with others, so I just came to see." "Now my Taichu Sect is in charge of Nanmen City, and it can be regarded as half the owner of this place. Please come and sit down!" The person who spoke at this moment was Shi Hetong, the head of the Taichu Sect. "Hmph, it's good that it's not. I didn't expect you to be so idle. Don't think I don't know what you are thinking."
Fan Fenghua sat down after hearing this. An invisible vortex also quietly involved Ning Ping, who knew nothing. ………… While it was lively outside, Ning Ping was also led by the guard named Wang Xing yesterday to the passage of the duel field again. "By the way, senior, there is a betting outside to bet on the victory or defeat between you and Fan Gaocai. It's very lively now." Wang Xing also chatted with Ning Ping because he was bored. "Oh? There is such a thing." Looking at the crowds outside, Ning Ping returned absent-mindedly. So Wang Xing started talking. It turned out that in order to make the duel more popular, the Taichu Sect even opened a betting handicap for this duel. This was about the younger generation of the master of a sect, and it easily aroused the enthusiasm of the monks in the whole city. However, the gap between the two was large. Most people bet on Fan Gaocai to win, while almost no one was optimistic about Ning Ping. At present, Fan Gaocai only won half of the time, while Ning Ping won up to three times. With the participation of gambling, the mood of attention has also risen. Hearing this, Ning Ping also had an idea in his heart. "Can I bet on myself to win?" Wang Xing was slightly stunned after hearing this, and there was a little weirdness on his face. He said softly: "It should be possible." But looking at his appearance, it seems that you are afraid that you have the life to buy but not the life to spend. "Can you buy as much as you want?" Ning Ping showed a happy expression and added. "Then, then I have to ask." As he said this, he raised his hand to a bracelet on his wrist and said something slightly. After a while, he must have received a response and listened carefully. "Okay, but you have to pay the spirit stones in advance. I'm going to hand it over." He added: "Are you sure?" Ning Ping was immediately happy when he heard it: "If I'm not sure, these spirit stones won't be mine anyway, right?" Wang Xing smiled awkwardly when he heard it: "That's right, how much do you need to buy yourself." Ning Ping pondered for a moment, "Then 200,000 spirit stones." Originally, he wanted to hide his shortcomings, but thinking about the danger, he simply went for a big one. "Two to two hundred thousand, senior, you are not kidding, are you?" Wang Xing was immediately surprised when he heard such a large amount of spirit stones.
"No kidding, the spirit stones are here, you hurry up." Ning Ping said as he handed over a storage bag filled with spirit stones. Wang Xing took it in a daze, and then after checking it, he was even more surprised. The other party was not joking. "I advise you to buy some from me." Ning Ping suddenly leaned over and whispered mysteriously. Wang Xing raised his hand again in a daze to communicate. Ning Ping saw it and was also surprised. "It said there was no problem, and the certificate would be sent in a while." "What is the thing in your hand for?" Ning Ping asked curiously when he saw that the matter was almost the same. "Oh! You are talking about this, this is a sound transmission bracelet, used for communication, similar to the sound transmission talisman, but more convenient." Wang Xing showed his wrist and put it in front of Ning Ping, so that he could see clearly. Ning Ping took a look and saw that there was a formation restriction on the bracelet, which was indeed somewhat similar to the aura emitted by the sound transmission talisman. He found that there was also a spirit stone inlaid on one side, which seemed to provide energy for this sound transmission bracelet, and the design was very exquisite. "This is very convenient. As long as both parties leave their own unique spiritual marks, they can contact each other freely at any time in the future." "Not bad, I'm sorry to make you laugh." Ning Ping praised sincerely. While the two were chatting, another guard ran over breathlessly. "Brother, two vouchers, keep them." The guard handed over two pieces of paper after saying that. Wang Xing took it and handed over the storage bag with spirit stones after taking a look. He also handed a piece of paper in his hand to Ning Ping. Ning Ping saw that it was a voucher with 200,000 spirit stones to buy his victory. He saw the note in Wang Xing's hand from the corner of his eye and smiled slightly. It was written on it that it was to buy his victory, 100 spirit stones.