Chapter 32: The woman hiding in the corner eating biscuits

  Sunlight shines through the cloud protection layer built by the Sky City onto the arena, warm and bright. Net

  Everyone's vision has reached an excellent level, and the construction level of Sky City has won admiration from countless people on the scene.

  After this game, the influence of Sky City on the mainland of South China will definitely reach an unimaginable level.

  This stadium is really shocking, its advanced nature can definitely rank first in the South China land, and it's much stronger than the second place.

  If you can live in a house sold by Tianyu City, it must be a very prestigious thing.

  Before the martial arts tournament even began, enthusiastic spectators were already thinking about how to buy a set of mobile strongholds produced by Tian Kong Cheng - such as Gu Mingyue's large-scale brocade ship or more affordable floating houses.

  Everyone has a great recognition of the level and ability of Laputa in their hearts.

  One drunk stood under the floating stage, wearing a red satin cassock, but not at all eye-catching, with strange people around him everywhere.

  A boxing ring may not look very big from the audience seats, but standing under it and looking up is a completely different feeling.

  Each arena is fifty meters in length and width, and when two people stand on it to fight, the space is absolutely sufficient.

  It hasn't been Yizui's turn yet, each match is a live draw on site, one person goes up to the stage after another, and the next round of eliminations begins after one round ends.

  So many people are watching, it's completely fair and just, Dayong Temple wants to make a move, but they have to deceive the talented ones.

  The floating arena in the air, each with an elder of the Great Male Temple, all of whom were foundation-building cultivators. With a single glance, it seemed that these people had been brought out to provoke Huashan.

  Ke Xiao was drunk and didn't take these dozen elders seriously, believing that Yi Deng would be even more disdainful at this time. The Dahong Temple, which has never had great ambitions, is only worth this much.

  The audience was already full at this time, and as soon as the game started, the odds were opened, betting on the outcome of each match.

  The people who were good at calculations invited by Da Xiong Temple were desperately calculating the odds, and most of the spectators with some assets kept placing bets.

  The game ended quickly, almost like a flash, with great ups and downs that were quite thrilling.

  The floating arena in Laputa greatly accelerates the progress of the martial arts tournament, allowing spectators to watch a dozen or so thrilling matches at the same time, and betting also becomes incredibly fierce.

  The disciples of the Taiyuan Temple rushed about in the corridors of the spectator's seats, placing bets and making wagers, busily enjoying themselves. Some who were lucky even won several times in a row, their assets increasing several fold in a short period of time.

  But with gains come losses, and some people are unlucky enough to lose all the crystal stones they've worked hard to accumulate, and can only sigh in frustration. For a while afterwards, life will be a bit more difficult, but it's still possible to get by, at least some jobs come with food and lodging included.

  Yi Zui found Yaoyao's seat in the audience, which was neither very front nor very back.

  The circular audience seats, the closer to the front, the higher the price, just like the most front-facing private rooms, which are a symbol of wealth, and the price will not be cheap.

  But being too far back is also too humiliating, one drunk feels that it's absolutely wrong to save money for a sea old monk, a sea old monk cultivates so high and has such strong strength, the speed of earning crystal stones is absolutely not what he can imagine.

  So Yaoyao bought this ticket which is very much in line with Zui's heart.

  It doesn't seem like that Gu Mingyue, who actually spent a lot of crystal stones to buy a private room. And as for Jin An, now it seems that apart from having higher cultivation, he is really useless in every way, and didn't even notice when his divine sense was scanned.

  One drunkenness has self-confidence when oneself reaches the peak of Dan Tian, single-handedly defeating Jin An.

  If Jin An knew Yi Zui's thoughts at this moment, he might be so angry that he would get internal injuries. Since running into Yi Zui, it seemed like he had never gained the upper hand, having only the cultivation of Yuan Ying but unable to strike back, feeling very stifled.

  Moreover, Gu Mingyue would not know that she had already left an impression of being extravagant in Yi Zui's heart.

  This impression was a combination of her large-scale brocade ship magic treasure's conclusion.

  She was actually very wronged. The Guo State was already wealthy and this little show of hers only maintained the dignity that the royal family should have had.

  Besides, Jin An is a Yuan Ying cultivator, and Guang is also a Yuan Ying cultivator. With this identity, enjoying such a life is just ordinary, let alone luxurious.

  In the audience, Yao Yao saw a drunk looking at her, smiling sweetly, and from a small plate on his right hand, he picked up a candied fruit and put it into Cherry's small mouth. The cuteness was beyond words, making the drunk want to rush over and kiss her fiercely.

  A large hand waved at her right side, and only then did he notice that the one sitting on Yiyao's right side was actually his eldest disciple, Fǎbǎo.

  This kid is quite wealthy, many of the disciples of the Law Enforcement School are sitting in relatively backward positions, and they actually spend money lavishly, without knowing thriftiness.

  But just as he was about to leave, his sharp eyes caught sight of the winning ticket still clutched in the monk's hand, and his face turned black with rage - this little scoundrel wouldn't have bet all his savings on a win, would he?

  It's indeed not a wrong guess, Fahai is extremely confident in his powerful skills against Shifu, and even Lu Ruilian, the Yuan Ying cultivator, can be killed with one move. Winning this martial arts tournament is just a matter of course.

  He sat beside Yao Yao, on the one hand to curry favor with his teacher's wife, who was now handing Yao Yao a small plate of honeyed fruit.

  To say nothing of other things, Fa Bao is quite diligent and loyal, truly a rare and excellent disciple.

  On the other hand, Faba wants to see a clearer win, and if he wins, his assets will triple immediately!

  Taking advantage of the spare time, I took a rough glance at the audience seats while getting drunk.

  One lamp is placed in the most front free package compartment, if not sitting, just sit in some positions in front of YAOYAO, with him presiding over it, believing that there will be no problem during the viewing process.

  The disciples of Mount Huashan were mostly seated relatively close together. Looking at the positions in the middle and back, those disciples of Mount Huashan basically all saw it.

  As soon as he saw the expressions on those people's faces, he knew that once he went on stage, many of Mount Huashan's disciples would bet on his victory, especially the disciples of the Fa Zong sect, who had a treasure to lead the way and were all eager to try their luck.

  One was drunk and looked very carefully, but missed one person.

  Yinuo was sitting in the back row, although it was further back, but the seat price was cheaper, and the audience seats were higher than one row, so he wasn't afraid of being blocked by people in front.

  She was disguised as a somewhat rustic village girl at this time, paired with that linen garment, it really looks like, although, however, the male sitting in the back was still attracted to her.

  Everyone sitting here is not wealthy or very frugal, and they don't think much of the beautiful wife. But at this time, Yinu's appearance is still decent and the village girl with a good figure is very popular!

  But Yino's two bright eyes had always been on Zui, and she hadn't noticed those people.

  When Yizui took the stage, the disciples of Mount Hualian were all excited. Yizui's expression on his face had already clearly told them that the guy in front of him was not his opponent at all.

  Those who are quick will succeed, while those who are slow will lose. The clever disciples of Mount Hua seized the opportunity and staked everything on Yizhen's body.

  To outsiders, it was just a polite smile at his opponent, but the disciples of Mount Hua knew that this was a pressureless smile.

  Due to long-term training, they are used to serious and solemn expressions when facing strong opponents. This smile is like cheating, telling them: Hurry up and place your bets, don't miss out on the opportunity, once the game starts, there won't be time to bet anymore.

  At this time, getting drunk was indeed the case, drawing a good lot, and the opponent was still a foundation-building cultivator.

  There are not a few such contestants in each session, as long as they participate, they will receive rewards. If they die unfortunately, the rewards will be doubled and compensated to their relatives, which is considered to be forced to risk their lives.

  In an instant, the total amount of Crystal Stones won by Mai Yī Wēi reached a staggering level.

  After all, there were still some people in the arena who could probably sense the difference in strength, and with one glance at Drunken's cultivation, it was clear that he was above the Condensing Pulse stage.

  Wearing a red brocade kasaya, with a very long sword on his back, this dress is obviously the attire of an expert, and it's more than enough to deal with a foundation-building cultivator.

  But the disciples of Mount Huashan were quick to act, and the odds were good, mostly with a payout ratio of 12:10, with a profit margin of 20%, while those who acted slowly might have been 11:10 or even 21:20.

  For Mount Hualian, the people of Da Xiong Temple are watching closely at all times. Soon someone asked Master Fangzhang, especially Yideng, who sat in the audience seat without sitting in the free box.

  I didn't expect that one move wouldn't work, but then he spent 500,000 gold coins to buy a top-grade crystal stone, which is ten times the price of a drunkard.

  Zhī wén què háo wú yā lì, tài du zhěn wěn de dā dào: "Ràng tāmen jǐng rán xià zhù, gū jiǎ zhè yī bǐ luō wán tāmen kěndìng huì chèn zhe péi lǜ hái méi yǒu biàn mǎi yī zuì yíng dé dào zuì hòu de bǐ sài, bì jìng shì sān bèi de lì rùn ā."

  When it comes to triple profits, Zhiwen is laughing in his heart. Now let them be proud for a while, the one from Tiankong City will come and want to win the final victory, which is just a fool's dream.

  An elder of the Da Xiong Temple announced the start of the competition, and that monk from Zhu Ji immediately charged forward with his sword, its momentum fierce, clearly with a do-or-die attitude, he was there to stake his life.

  One intoxicating moment, without dodging or evading, he stared intently at the sword. In his eyes, although the sword's momentum was fierce, its speed was too slow, making him feel as if he had waited for a very long time for it to arrive.

  A hand stretched out and grasped the sword.

  That foundation-building cultivator only felt a slight lightness in his hand, and the sword had already arrived in Zui's hand. The sharp sword couldn't even cut through the skin on Zui's hand.

  Just as he closed his eyes and waited for death, Zuo suddenly stopped short of killing him, didn't even destroy the sword, but instead casually tossed it back into its scabbard.

  The meaning of one drunk is very clear: you are too weak, not my opponent, leave you a life, go down by yourself.

  That Zhuji master bowed and jumped off the stage, the audience cheered, even if the odds were low, it was still a profit.

  Is there anything more wonderful than earning crystals with just a blink of an eye?

  And the disciples of Mount Huashan were afraid that if they showed their strong strength, the odds would be lowered. They bought all the crystals and won the first round, winning the final victory, which was exactly as predicted by Zhiwen.

  He went up to the stage for the second time, but encountered a butcher. Zui thought to himself "I have a heroic heart, I can kill or spare" and decided to let him go, but the man refused to leave.

  After all, the more games they win, the more prize money they get. In the end, he got drunk and kicked the person in the butt with one foot, causing a burst of laughter and scolding from the audience.

  Unconsciously, I looked up and it was already noon. Two rounds of competition had been completed in the morning.

  When he jumped off the stage, he caught a glimpse of a village girl in the back row looking at him with a smile in her eyes, and those eyes were very familiar.

  Those bright eyes on such a face are undoubtedly incongruous, and at first glance, I felt a hint of unnaturalness. My gaze swept over her, only to discover that this village girl was actually Yīnǔ - no wonder those eyes seemed somewhat familiar.

  He fell down, and when he came to his senses and looked around, Yinnu was sitting in the last few rows. At this time, he had already come down from the ring.

  On the spectator's seat, there were disciples of Taiyu Temple shouting for lunch, while Inu, dressed in linen clothes, lowered her head, opened her pink lips and nibbled on the dry and coarse biscuits in her hand.

  A drunkenness yet felt in his heart a slight twinge of pain, the woman hiding in the corner gnawing on a flatbread left an indelible impression on him.

  Her previous dissatisfaction with Yinnu's arbitrary decision to put all 30,000 crystal stones on him had vanished into thin air; she was not that kind of woman after all.

  Silently hiding in the corner, gazing at herself, cheering herself up in her heart, and nibbling on a cookie, the small figure gently knocked open the door to a drunken heart, suddenly feeling that Inu had become much more vivid.

  At least, it won't be an instrument.

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