I am farming in the fairyland

Chapter 231

"Cong Jing, in your opinion, who might win?"

Cong Jing squinted at the head of the sect, "Didn't you see it all, why bother to ask me?"

The handle is clear but he just smiles and doesn't say a word. Just because he sees the meaning, he naturally has to discuss and share it with others.
He squinted a pair of fox eyes, and there was an unstoppable smug look in his eyes.

Fortunately, Xie Feixuan was "robbed" into the Misty Sect, otherwise such a good seedling would surely have gone to another sect at a lower price.

Cough, in fact, he followed Liu Yixiang and chose to join the Misty Sect.

The heads of the present and the elders of the various sects have such vicious eyes.

Naturally, they could see that the young man seemed to be frozen for a while, unable to move, but without thinking too much, he must be the final victor.

After all, age and experience are there.

It's just because the "Ice and Snow Realm" that Wen He set up before consumed too much of her aura, not to mention that she never stopped outputting aura to the transparent silver thread.

Losing is just a matter of time.

And that kid from Misty Sect is different, his spiritual root is Thunder Spiritual Root, and the one with aura attribute is violent.

The thunder aura is extremely destructive, even if he is now frozen by ice crystals, as long as he is given some time, the gloomy thunder aura can shatter the ice crystals, and these ice layers cannot trap him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Misty Sect is about to lose."

It was a male cultivator who spoke, and his eyes were full of admiration.

Obviously, he prefers Wen He to win, there is no particular reason, it's just because she is good-looking.

"It might be, look carefully," said the cultivator pouted at the boy inside the ice crystal, motioning him to look.

The monk who spoke earlier looked at him blankly, not understanding why.

"If Wen He is sure to win, why is she still shooting ice needles? What's more, you have seen the fight just now. To maintain such a large field, the spiritual energy consumption must be terrible."

The other person naturally saw it too, but he still didn't feel that Xie Feixuan could win, and there was a hint of blind admiration for Wen He in his tone.

"I thought Wen He would definitely win."

"Your words are too one-sided. You can't insist on thinking that she will win just because she looks good! Many things are full of uncertainties."

Obviously, this person is not interested in beauty, but only pays attention to the comprehensive strength of Wen He and Xie Feixuan in all aspects.

The other person was not very happy in an instant. He thought it was none of his business who could win?Out of nowhere, he intervened, and insisted on making him think that Wen He's win was not a big deal.

It's not that he said, this person is full and has nothing to do.

I didn't want to talk to him at first, I planned to watch the beauty's battle quietly, but I never thought that the person would start chattering again.

The monk who thought that Wen He would definitely win became impatient in an instant. He had been with him for a while, so why didn't he know that this man was stubborn.

The two had a dispute, in short, each had their own reasons, and neither could convince the other.

The two people who had a dispute were the monks of Xuantianzong. When Mo Xue heard that, his face immediately became uneasy.

Suddenly discovering the secret realm, there is not much time to prepare, and the preparation is inevitably rushed, ignoring the temperament of these disciples.

Such a wonderful duel is not good to watch, and then compare their own shortcomings to learn from each other's strengths, but they are so good, they are actually concerned about who looks good and who has a better chance of winning.

Their faces were red from the fight, and they were only a little away from a fight.

……

The monks around naturally also heard the dispute between the two, and Qu Porridge rolled his eyes, and his mind suddenly became active.

Qu Congee's gaze slid across the edge of the ring very secretly, with some resentment in his eyes, he glanced at Liu Yixiang.

It's all her fault. I don't know if it's the god of bad luck possessed or something else. Ever since I met her in the Qilian Mountains, I've been unlucky.

Misfortune is the second most important thing, it's a trivial matter that caused her misfortune, and it wouldn't cause her heartache, at most it's just a little bit of embarrassment in her heart.

What really made her heart ache was that Liu Yixiang teamed up with the yellow-haired dog to strip her "naked", except for the underwear, there was really nothing left.

He is even more shameless than her, and he doesn't even leave a shoe for her. I have never seen such a person in my life!

It's really heartbreaking.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have risked being suspected by others, and her appearance didn't match the actions she made, to set up this bet.

She hurriedly squeezed away from the senior brother who kept calling "Sister Congee Congee" and ran to the place where the dispute started.

"How about it? Do you want to bet with me on who will win?"

Ok?
The two who were arguing were stunned, but after calming down and thinking about it, her proposal was really good!

The two looked at each other with unhappy expressions, and both felt a pang of anger in their hearts.

Just gamble, whoever is afraid of whom!

Just betting that Wen He (Xie Feixuan) can win, so that he can still win this person's treasure, it can be regarded as a sigh of relief.

"bet!"

The two said in unison.

As soon as the voice fell behind, many monks squeezed in from the direction where the two were standing, "Take me, take me, take me, I'm coming too!"

It was not yet the turn of these monks to compete in the ring, the dispute between the two and the girl who intervened later, they did not hide their words from anyone, and when they heard the word "gambling", their minds became active immediately.

Although they can't tell who will win the situation with their eyesight, but it doesn't prevent them from betting who will win!

If luck is good... I really guessed it right, it's also a windfall, isn't it?

"Shh-"

"Be quiet."

Qiu Hao and Mo Xue were really laughed out of anger, what's the matter, they thought they couldn't hear because they talked softly, or something?

I wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it, I finally gave up.

They saw that only a few people beat Xie Feixuan to win, most of them were Wen He.

The look in his eyes is inexplicable, and he will not easily participate in it after suffering a loss.

……

Looking at the dark figure, Qu Congee laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, and he was pissed off!

The girl smiled and said, "That's it, I'll give you a thousand low-grade spirit stones here to see if you want to win against Wen He or Xie Feixuan.

The odds for beating Wenhe are 1:2, and the odds for beating Xie Feixuan are 1:5.For example, this sister bets on Wen He with a spirit stone. If Wen He really wins, you can take back two spirit stones. If she doesn't win, then the elder sister's spirit stone can only be returned Oh, I am~"

The girl blinked with a hint of playfulness.

"If Xie Feixuan wins, if he really wins this battle, then you can get back five spirit stones..."

The odds are based on the odds she set up based on the disputes between these people and knowing who they are more optimistic about.

Not long after, a shadow fell on the face of the girl with Jiujiu head. She raised her head in doubt, and after realizing that it was a monk of the Shinto sect, she lowered her head as if she didn't see it.

The girl wanted to add something, but was interrupted by an impatient voice.

"Okay, okay, hurry up, I don't need you to explain, I know, you can say a few more words later, they are both over."

Qu Congee paused as he took the small wooden table out, and the impatient words came from the Shinto cultivator who just walked over.

The girl's face turned cold. She didn't have much feeling for the monks of the Shinto sect in her heart, and she always looked at them with a normal heart.

During the competition, what they did made Qu Porridge feel disgusted as if phlegm was stuck in his throat.

If the tone of the cultivator of the Shinto sect is more courteous, for the sake of the white spirit stone, it is not impossible to let him participate.

But the impatient tone just now made her change her mind suddenly.

She doesn't want the monks of the Shinto School to participate, it's really funny, if you don't want to hear her explain the rules of the game, then don't participate.

I am impatient to listen to her, but I still want to participate in the gambling game. She is not his aunt, but he is used to it!
Qu Congee raised his eyelids expressionlessly, "I'm sorry, the number of people participating in the game is full, and I'm also playing small games here, and I can't accommodate so many monks to participate."

Although she didn't say it clearly, anyone could hear the girl's unwelcoming tone.

As if he couldn't hear the partial Shinto monk, he took out thirty low-grade spirit stones from his bosom and threw them on Qu Porridge's body.

He said condescendingly, "Press Wen He to win."

I don't know if it's true or just pretending.

Qu Congee turned his body sideways, let the Lingshi fall to the ground, and didn't talk to him.

He took out a wooden table from the storage bag, randomly picked up a small stone on the ground, and made a shallow scratch on the small wooden table.

Write the names of the two on both sides, and the gambling table will be completed.

The girl stepped on the spirit stone that fell on the ground, and said with a smile: "Fellow daoists, you can suppress whoever you want, and if you decide to leave, you can't go back on your word."

The monks around Qu Congee chatted and laughed as if there was no one else around, and the boss didn't speak, so they naturally didn't hesitate to pay attention to the monks of the Shinto sect.

They really look down on the Shinto sect's way of dealing with people, and they are not dead parents, who are they showing their faces every day?

Obviously, the actions of the Shinto sect made the monks of several other sects feel bad about them, and there was a faint meaning of uniting to reject the Shinto sect.

After a while, the half of the small wooden table that belonged to Wen He was filled with spiritual stones.

Shendao sect monk Mu Lin clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead bulged out, almost unable to suppress the violence in his heart, he almost couldn't help but overturned the gambling table.

He took a deep look at Qu Congee, as if he wanted to keep her face in his heart.

Mu Lin sneered, took a big hand over the Lingshi on the ground, patted it with his hand, and backed out.

Qu Congee felt Youdao's cold eyes lingering on her for a while, who else but Shinto sect monks?

The girl sneered in her heart: With his appearance, she felt disgusted even by taking a look at him. What are you doing with Joe? She really considers herself a character.

She didn't regret that she had offended the monk of the Shinto sect, she had her confidence, so it was impossible for her to be afraid of him.

There was so much commotion under the arena, even Liu Yixiang was distracted by the game of gambling, even though she was concentrating on watching the competition between the two.

She didn't notice the episode between the Shinto cultivator and Qu Congee, otherwise she might really not be able to help laughing out loud.

The monks from the Misty Sect's outer sect set up a gamble for her, but she was so absorbed in her cultivation that she didn't even know about it.

It was later that she learned about the game from Wu An. You must know that she regretted it very much at that time, and missed a chance to earn Lingshi for nothing.

When we meet again this time, we can't miss it!
Thinking of Wu An, Liu Yixiang's heart fluctuated a little, wondering if he returned to Linshui Village safely, and whether his family was in serious trouble.

Otherwise, she really couldn't imagine Grandpa Wu's expression when he learned that his grandson was injured.

Liu Yixiang is really envious of Wu An.

Thinking of the old man who gave her warmth, she couldn't help but pray in her heart that they didn't have any serious problems.

……

Liu Yixiang's mind moved slightly, calling for Dahuang in the communication of thoughts.

The big dog, who was about to fight the little frog, was following behind Ganqing, and stopped his movements immediately.

A gleam flashed in the dog's eyes, and he immediately ran towards the game.

Liu Yixiang was a little thankful, luckily she didn't bring Da Huang to the ring to participate in the competition, otherwise she must have missed the opportunity to earn spirit stones for nothing.

The competition is still going on, as long as you are in the ring, you are not allowed to get off the ring easily until the competition is over.

Of course, except for the monks who finished fighting first.

Liu Yixiang finally had no regrets in her heart, she looked away.

……

A bright yellow line squeezed away the crowd around the gambling table very nimbly, holding three hundred low-grade spirit stones in its mouth.

After running the imperial object technique, the spirit stone landed steadily on Xie Feixuan's side.

This is exactly what Xiangxiang told it in the mind-to-heart connection to let it suppress Xie Feixuan's three hundred low-grade spirit stones.

After putting down the spirit stone, use the spirit energy to form a line of small transparent characters in mid-air: Press Xie Feixuan.

The corner of Qu Congee's mouth twitched. She caught a glimpse of the yellow-haired dog from the corner of her eye just now. Thinking of the feeling of her leg being bitten by it, her calf began to ache inexplicably. She almost couldn't hold back and screamed loudly.

I thought it recognized her, and it turned out that it was here to press the spirit stone, so I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Rhubarb suppressed the playfulness in his eyes, Zhou Qu must not have guessed that it already knew who she was, right?
Ok……

This kind of feeling that everyone is drunk and I am sober is really good.

"Hey! It's really strange! Spirit beasts have also come to participate in the game."

Some monks were extremely surprised and pointed at Rhubarb.

The big dog turned a deaf ear, hesitated for a while, took out two hundred low-grade spirit stones and put them on Xie Feixuan's side.

It saved these two hundred spirit stones, but of course it saved more than that.

It still understands that wealth should not be revealed, so it naturally has to keep a low profile. What if it is robbed?
And it will be pressed twice, naturally because it knows Xiangxiang's temperament, and it will definitely not give it any spirit stones won from the gambling table.

It was a Lingshi that Xiangxiang wanted to take away for various reasons, and it was bitter tears to say it. There was no other way but to press another copy.

……

From the top of his head down, Xie Feixuan's entire body was covered with a layer of ice crystals, including the ring where he was standing, which was also covered with a layer of ice white.

The ice layer under his feet was even thicker, so thick that he couldn't handle it for a while.

That's not the important thing, the ice layer is the thickest on the tip of the toe, but he doesn't care about it for now.

There is no need to spend a lot of spiritual energy to save the legs, what he has to do now is to break through the ice and get out of it.

It's better to look for the flaws in the ice crystals above the waist, break through the ice layer with a tiny spiritual energy, and drive the feet out of the ice.

Save time and effort.

Seeing that he was frozen, Wen He couldn't be more calm, without showing the slightest complacency, it seemed that such a situation was within her expectation.

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