The sword cultivator was about forty years old, with his straight and elegant facial features, which made people feel good at seeing it. This person is Zhang Zixing, the great elder of the Tai Chi Sect. It is said that this person entered the Tao with swords and was the only one who cultivated sword energy in the Central Plains cultivation world.

As for the female cultivator in white dress, it looks so ordinary from the outside. You should know that in the world of cultivation, female cultivators are not ugly. Even if they are ugly, they have to make themselves beautiful.

This female cultivator is not the case. She is the Master Nirvana from Jingxinyuan, who is dedicated to practicing and ignores trivial matters. Moreover, Li Si heard that Master Nirvana hates men very much, and seems to have been abandoned by men before practicing Buddhism.

The Master Nirvana seemed to feel Li Si's gaze and turned his head slightly to look at Li Si. After a pair of eyes, before Li Si showed any expression, the Master Nirvana turned his head back in disgust.

Uh! Seeing this woman's eyes, Li Si really believes that this woman really hates men!

Just as Li Si was thinking about it, Feng Xiaoyao on one side had finished reading the jade slip that was passed to Li Si, and threw it to Li Si with a bad look. Seeing that the people in front of him were all in this expression, Li Si was a little curious, and immediately immersed himself in the jade slip and started to look.

After a while, Li Si frowned and pulled his spiritual sense back, and silently handed the jade slip to the next monk. Not long after, all the monks saw the jade slip, and everyone's face was not very good. After reading it, a few people snorted coldly.

"Hmph! What a big tone, let us give up half of the Central Plains to them. They think they can beat us firmly? They are not afraid of making their tongues go wild." A man in green robe with a pale face said coldly.

"Yes, what does it mean that as long as half of the land is given up, we can turn swords into jade? Even if we drag them down a little bit, we can slowly waste them to death." A cultivator in a blue skirt said with a sneer.

"What fellow Taoist Yu said is bad. You are not bad at some sects far away. It doesn't matter if you fight a protracted war, but we sects near the border cannot afford to delay." Another middle-aged monk with a stern face glared at the previous female cultivator in displeasure.

"Isn't this for everyone's sake? You can build it again if the sect is gone, but you can't be reborn if you die." The cultivator in the blue skirt said with a smile, not afraid of the middle-aged monk at all.

"Hmph! You said it easily, we..."

"It's enough. Whether to fight a protracted war has been decided long ago, so there is no need to discuss it anymore. What we need to do now is to deal with the army of monks of the Liaoji people, not to let you quarrel here or have internal strife." The red-haired old man turned a deep face when he heard this, and suddenly spoke a few words.

I heard the old devil of Wanhuan Sect speak. Although they were dissatisfied, they also shut up obediently. After all, they still speak with their strength in the world of cultivation.

"Actually, there is no need for the dispute between several fellow Taoists. We have studied it a long time ago. This time, the army of Liaoji cultivators came to the crowd, and the momentum was very fierce, and it was impossible to fight a protracted war. If it were not for the concentration of most of the power of the Central Plains, it would be impossible to stop the other party. It would be impossible to rely on the power of one sect and one sect. At that time, it would be almost impossible to consume it first. So this war must be fought, but we have to discuss it again how to fight." Zhang Zixing from the Taiji Sect also looked solemn.

When he heard this, the other monks whispered and stopped arguing.

"But what do those Liaoji people mean? Just fight, why do you have to engage in a bet first, and you dare to make such heavy bets. Can they get so many expensive materials? Can they just be so confident that they can win?" A bald monk suddenly asked with a flash of eyes.

"I know this. Although their grassland cultivation resources are poor, most of them are commonly used raw materials and spirit stone ores. There are many rare materials in the Liaoji grassland, and there are even a few more abundant than our Central Plains. It is not surprising that they can produce so many materials." The old man sitting not far from Qin Demon Head seemed to know a lot about the people of Liaoji and explained it.

"So that's it." Everyone sat thoughtfully, with a look of contemplation on their faces.

Which of the people here is not a scheming person? Naturally, they know that since the Liaoji people proposed this gambling battle, they must have implicit some tricks, and they couldn't help but think about the inappropriateness at the same time.

Li Si was also a little puzzled. The challenge book just now was very clear. This bet battle was held in front of both sides, and it was impossible to use any tricks.

One thing is that the challenge book says that these ten bets must be held together, and even if the monk is defeated, he will not be allowed to escape and can only die on the spot.

In addition, both sides need to send monks to set up a closed space barrier to hold it. During the betting war, people will also be sent to supervise the magic circle to prevent the other party from doing anything.

"It's good that this is the case. If we can destroy a few more high-level Liaoji monks before the army fights, it will definitely be of great help to us."

One person said something possible, and the other person immediately sneered and retorted: "Hmph, I'm afraid the Liaoji people have the same idea!"

"Swish! I think you're just thinking too much. What's the point of thinking about? The Liaoji people should listen to them if they want to bet and fight? I don't think there is any need for this at all. If we still follow our own arrangements in seven days, it's useless. No matter how tricks the other party has, it's useless." This was actually the Demon Qin of Wanhuan Sect, who said disdainfully.

"It's a pity that although Fellow Daoist Qin makes sense, we have to participate in this betting battle, and I want to win the game." Zhang Zixing sighed and said helplessly.

"What? What does Mr. Zhang mean? We cannot listen to those people from Liaoji." Qin Demon frowned and said with some dissatisfaction. Some of the other monks nodded, expressing their agreement with these words.

"Hey! We naturally know that there is something strange about it, but when the Liaoji people attacked all the way, they captured many cultivators from our side. Moreover, there are disciples from all sects and sects. After hearing the envoy, there are as many as thousands of people in this group." Zhang Zixing said with a gloomy face.

"What do you mean? Can they dare to kill them if they don't accept gambling? If so, the Liaoji people wouldn't be afraid of us taking revenge?" Qin Demon Head was shocked and blurted out.

"The messenger didn't say it clearly, but they were all different in their meanings. He said that as long as we win every game, we not only bet on these materials, but also added more than a hundred captured monks." Zhang Zixing sighed and said.

When the monks present heard this, they looked at each other. Although there seemed to be not many of these more than a thousand monks, most of them were low-level monks. But if anyone really suggested not to save these people, they would immediately become the target of public critics.

These monks themselves are nothing, but they represent extremely many families and sects. In particular, many of them were captured because of the battle. If they were not rescued, the morale of the army would be greatly reduced before the war began. Low-level monks were heartbroken, and many of them would not fight to the death again.

Feng Xiaoyao sighed: "I didn't expect these Liaoji people to use such tricks. This move is really sinister. In this case, we even know that it is inappropriate, but we have to jump in."

Feng Xiaoyao's words also understood, and the others were also helpless in their hearts, secretly calling the Liaoji people cunning.

"It seems that everyone has understood that if we don't take this bet, we have to go ahead. We don't have to worry about any secret losses. If there is anything wrong, we will directly stop this battle. Of course, because this is a death battle, whether we are willing to fight is entirely up to all fellow Taoists to participate. The three of us will not force it." Zhang Zixing glanced in the hall and said solemnly.

"Volunteer?" Everyone heard a strange look on their faces, and sneered in their hearts, then their eyes flashed and silent. No one was stupid!

It is said that this battle is very strange, but there is no one and no one is willing to fight to the death.

You should know that when you reach this level of cultivation, who can't survive after hundreds of years of hard practice, how can you easily take risks?

Li Si looked calm and had no intention of making a move. Although he didn't mind putting some effort into this battle, he had to do so without endangering his life. The last battle in Yuelongshan almost killed his life, and he didn't want to experience it again.
Chapter completed!