No one knows what Ning Fan did at Shiguan. As Ning Fan and Bai Feiteng's battle period approached, many older masters began to rush to the Guique Sect, waiting for this rare duel between masters.

Across the outer valley of the Guique Sect, a purple jade platform floating in the sky, was built by Guiquezi for this duel.

This purple jade empty platform is very similar to the Tianli Sect hanging jade platform back then. This also marks that after the destruction of Tianli, the Guique Sect officially became the number one demon sect in Yue Kingdom.

There are older masters such as Bai Zun and new young masters such as Ning Fan. The Ghost Que Sect's momentum is at its peak.

The flowing lights broke through the sky. The old monsters, each walking on the sky. People with rich families, may come from fairy clouds, and the famous old monsters of Jindan, took a boat to travel grandly.

Maintaining the order of Guique and receiving guests are the five hundred Eagle Guards of Guique Sect. Each Eagle Guard has a cultivation level above the sixth level of Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima, and his face shows a faint look. He rides on the flying eagle monsters, flies to the sky and hides the ground, and receives guests from Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pima Pi

The commander of the Eagle Guard, Ying Yang, is responsible for receiving those with status.

Yingyang, a middle-aged man wearing black armor and scars, rode in a silver condor three meters long and was sailing in the sky.

Often, when you encounter a master who is flying, you will immediately face it, but your expressions and attitudes vary according to the other party's cultivation level.

Ying Yang is an elder in the late stage of the Ghost Que Sect Rongling, and is also the commander of the Eagle Guard, and he has his own arrogance.

He only greeted the master Rongling, and only greeted the master of Jindan with a smile. However, Ying Yang's attitude was even more respectful to those "Top Ten" figures in Yue Kingdom and even more noble ancestor figures.

"Master Yingyang, I'm lucky to meet, and I'm the elder of the Ziguang Sect, Song Xing."

"It turns out to be Elder Song Xing, fortunately... " Ying Yang smiled and didn't laugh because Song Xing was just an elder in the middle stage of Rong Ling.

"I am Qingchengzi, a casual cultivator, and I have seen Commander Yingyang..."

"Oh? It turns out that it is a fellow Taoist Qingcheng. Come with me and enter the Ziyu Kongtai!" Ying Yang's tone was slightly soothing, because Qingchengzi was an old monster in the early stage of the Golden Pill. Although he was a casual cultivator, he should not be underestimated.

"I am Mrs. Yunhua, I'm here to go to the Guique Sect's grand event."

"Hiss! I didn't expect that the wife had come to my sect to watch the battle. She was in a desperate situation and was guilty of being guilty!" Ying Yang looked respectful, and occasionally, with a fever, she shaved hard on Mrs. Yunhua's body and swallowed her saliva.

Mrs. Yun Hua is known as the most beautiful woman in Yue Kingdom. Although her cultivation is only in the late stage of Rongling, there are few male cultivators who can remain as motionless as a stone in front of her. Moreover, her husband is the famous ancestor of the Huoyun Sect in Yue Kingdom... Beauties and old monsters are a tradition in the cultivation world, which is not surprising. Her identity makes Yingyang dare not neglect.

The only thing that puzzled Yingyang was why the dignified Mrs. Yunhua would be in a swaggering place like the Guique Sect... You know, the ancestor Huoyun is actually very scrupulous and will never allow his wife to be spyed by any man. Mrs. Yunhua has always been forbidden from leaving Huoyun Sect.

Since Mrs. Yun Hua came, it must be the order of the ancestor Huoyun... The ancestor Huoyun had something important to let her do, and no one could know about this matter, even the senior leader of the head of the Huoyun Sect...

"Bah, why do I care about so many other things? If I get involved in unnecessary trouble, the consequences can be imagined..."

When Ying Yang thought of the terror of the ancestor Huoyun, he was shocked and immediately turned his gaze away from Mrs. Yun Hua.

Time was half a month later than the gambling time, but the main owner did not show up, and the guests were happy to wait. Anyway, the monks did not lack a few days, a few days, or even a few shorts.

And so many old monsters gather, it is natural that exchanges cultivation experiences are inevitable. Perhaps, many old monsters will attend grand occasions for this simple purpose.

"But there are so many old monsters in this generation..." Ying Yang shook his scar face and exclaimed. And immediately, a misty figure appeared behind him out of thin air, and said indifferently.

"Of course! These masters are naturally here to support me!"

This sound, without any warning, made Yingyang's vest cold and immediately turned around. He felt relieved when he saw the person who was talking. It was extremely dangerous to be violated by someone in the cultivation world. Even in his own sect...

"Yingyang, I've seen Bai Zun!"

Yingyang's eyes swept across Bai Feiteng's body, revealing a hint of heat.

Bai Zun's cultivation has improved again. He can hide his own perception and easily invade his back. He is afraid that his cultivation has already touched the bottleneck of the late stage of the Golden Pill...

"No gift... Is Ning Fan here?" Bai Feiteng narrowed his eyes and looked old-fashioned.

"No, no...Elder Ning seems to be still in seclusion..."

"Hmph! A guy without politeness! He actually asked his senior to wait for him!"

Bai Feiteng frowned and was dissatisfied.

He deliberately came out of seclusion half a month later, so that Ning Fan would wait for him for half a month for a gambling appointment to polish Ning Fan's aura. He never thought that Ning Fan was so arrogant that he would come out of seclusion even later than himself...

"Yes, yes... Elder Ning is so rude that he dares to let Bai Zun wait..."

Ying Yang laughed apologized and said to Bai Feiteng, so he naturally said whatever he said. But as soon as this said, a sense of crisis that was more sharp than when Bai Feiteng appeared, came from behind him.

In an instant, not only Ying Yang, but also Bai Feiteng showed a slightly shocked look, because even he did not feel how or when the person came!

"Oh? Commander Yingyang seems to have complaints about Ning..."

A young man in white clothes and black cloak appeared behind Yingyang without any warning!

There was a faint smile on his face, but when he met his eyes, Ying Yang's mind trembled and an illusion arose, as if only Ning Fan had a thought, he would die!

"Elder Ning...Elder Ning, Ying Yang said nothing! Please forgive me for your sins!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Scared! Very scared! This is the first time Ying Yang has approached Ning Fan close to him, and he just felt how terrible Ning Fan is!

It turns out that Ning Fan’s reputation is not groundless, but real strength is exchanged for!

"Haha, why is there any crime? Commander Yingyang doesn't need to panic... Bai 'Senior', depending on your situation, it seems that your magic power has just come out of seclusion and its magic power has not yet recovered. It seems that it will take several days to adjust its breath. Younger Ning Fan is waiting for the "You" drive on Ziyu Announcement Platform... I like your name of the Demon Lord very much."

Ning Fan bowed his hand slightly, and his body shook, then flew away. Bai Feiteng and his face suddenly looked extremely ugly.

How could he not hear it? Ning Fan's words were sarcastic. The irony was that he was disrespectful to the old man and even said bad things to his younger generation behind his back...

"Hmph, you can only be arrogant for a moment. During the gambling battle, I will let you understand the consequences of offending seniors!" Bai Feiteng said hatefully.

And the moment Ning Fan appeared, Mrs. Yun Hua, who was originally lazy to talk to everyone on the jade platform, suddenly raised her eyebrows and was slightly surprised.

"Is this son really the same as my husband said, and that's... so, let's complete my husband's mission."

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"I started a bet, I started a bet, I bought it and left..."

On the purple jade empty platform, a young man with a beggar looks wild and unruly, making a big gambling game.

On the empty platform, many monks were idle while waiting to watch the battle, setting up stalls and using useless magic weapons and elixirs to exchange items with others.

But it was the first time that this beggar was placing a gambling game.

This young beggar man had a messy hair like weeds, ragged clothes, and although his body was dirty, he had a handsome appearance, a sloppy beard, and had a bit of masculinity.

When he heard that this person was gambling, many boring monks gathered around to see what this person was gambling.

"I've started gambling, I've started gambling. Fellow Taoists, take out your fairy jade quickly and fight for the big ones..." The beggar was afraid that others would not hear it, so he increased his voice. On the purple jade empty platform, there were immediately a few old monsters with unpleasant expressions on the face.

"What kind of cultivation is this? I'm here to attract attention..." An old monster in the late stage of Rongling said sternly.

"Starting the early stage of Rongling... Do you want to kill it?" Another middle stage of Rongling magic cultivator said lightly.

"Forget it, the ghost sparrow land, don't cause trouble..."

The beggar young man seemed to have no idea how much trouble he caused by making loud noises, but he still had an indifferent expression.

Many masters have aroused gambling. This kind of thing that can only be seen in the mortal world is also an experience.

"Haha, fellow Taoist, since you are gambled, you don't know what to bet, how to bet?" Many old monsters asked with a smile.

"Oh, haha, I forgot... Today I'm 'Shu Buyun' here, and what I bet on is naturally improvisational things. I bet on that white... Bai... Well, Bai Zun, how about fighting with Ning Fan!"

hiss!

The old monsters changed their brilliance. The beggar in the early stage of Rongling who had no idea of ​​their origin was so bold that he dared to bet on the battle between Ning Fan and Bai Zun.

Regardless of the odds, just betting on people will offend people if they win or lose.

Forget it, let's listen to the odds of this person.

The old monsters raised their necks and waited for the beggar's subsequent text, but after the beggar said this, he hummed a small song and stopped talking.

"Ahem... Fellow Daoist, you forgot to talk about the odds, let me wait for how to bet..." an old monster reminded.

"Oh! I forgot, and I forgot... Sorry, I don't have a good memory, I laugh at you, and I laugh at you... By the way, what are you betting on, I forgot..."

"Aren't you setting up a village to gamble on the battle between Bai Zun and Elder Ning!" an old monster said unhappily.

"Oh! So that's it, it's rude and rude... Let's do it, write the bet and odds on the signboard, so that you won't forget..."

The beggar slapped the storage bag and took out an old wooden sign with various bets written on it... It seems that the beggars often bet on various places...

He also pointed like a knife, and with his magic power, he cut off a layer of characters on the surface, took out a pen, dipped it in saliva, and had no ink, but could write on wooden signs.

"Hiss! This wooden sign, yes, yes... is the nanmu tree that lasts forever!"

"Oh! This is the 'Divine Stroke', but there is no new word for ink. It is said that only the people from the Rain Palace can hold it. What is the identity of this beggar? Is it the God Guard of the Rain Palace?"

But I saw the beggar twisting his magic pen and writing a few crooked words on the wooden sign.

Ning Fan wins, one loses one.

Ning Fanping, one compensation of one hundred.

Ning Fan lost, and he lost one thousand yuan.

After writing a few lines of words, the beggar seemed to be extremely satisfied with his font, nodded and put all the old gambling monsters aside.

Forgot, and forgot... He forgot again, he was setting up a bet.

And the other old monsters took a breath when they saw the odds of the bet.

hiss!

Is this stall owner a crazy person? How could he set such odds?

Bet Ning Fan wins, bet on a piece of fairy jade, and only wins will the return of a piece of fairy jade.
To be continued...