C165 Bet
C165 Bet
In half a day's time, all of the disciples had finished dealing with the battle. The two hundred eighty-three victors stood to the left of the stage with their heads held high and their chests puffed up!
The majority of the remaining losers had already left, leaving behind only a small portion. They dejectedly stood to the side, ready to continue observing.
"Not bad, this year's disciples' standards are all very high! The winner group, you used your strength to prove your worth! "There are 284 of us now. Continuing the previous round of rules, we will now draw lots!"
Nanyun looked at the winners' group and said with a smile.
This time, 90% of the victors were Mu Xingfeng. There were only a dozen or so outstanding outer sect disciples left, Chen Fan and Ye Luoluo included. It could be said that their achievements were quite impressive.
"This time, Junior Brother Chen, you won't have the chance to make it!" I hope that you can join my team. At that time, I will be able to experience your powers! "
Xia Xincicada gently smiled as he folded his fan. After he finished speaking, he walked to the metal box in front of him and continued to draw lots.
At this moment, the sect staff had already swapped out the balls in the iron chest. As the Heart Cicada unfurled its jade hands, the balls shattered and a faint golden '12' slowly appeared.
"Number one hundred!" Ye Rolo also went up to draw a number.
After the remaining winners' group was finished, Chen Fan also walked up. As the disciples held their breath, he slowly selected a number.
"Number 13!" Chen Fan looked at the glowing golden figure in his hand.
"What a pity! The numbers are so close, but they're actually being divided into two rings! " Xia XinChan had a face full of regret. She wanted to fight against number 11, but number 13 Chen Fan was not with her.
"Hu!"
In an instant, the entire arena was filled with sounds of relief. When the disciples saw the numbers in their hands and realized that they weren't fighting against Chen Fan, they all let out sighs of relief.
"Who's Number 14?" The relieved disciples all turned their heads to look at each other, curious about who had drawn number fourteen.
"Yes …" "It's me, I got number 14!"
At this moment, a voice as soft as a mosquito slowly sounded out from the crowd. A youth with a thin stature and short eyebrows slowly raised the number in his hand. His voice was trembling as if he was about to cry.
"Alright, # 1 to # 40 enter the arena!" When Nan Tianguang saw his own disciple, Mu Xingfeng, acting so weakly, his expression was somewhat unhappy.
Chen Fan jumped up onto Ring Seven with a single step. He looked at the thin youth with a sullen face, then unwillingly climbed up onto the stage.
"Let the duel begin!" With an order from Nantian, the battle on all the rings instantly began.
"I surrender!" As soon as he finished speaking, the thin youngster opposite Chen Fan raised his hands up in the air and surrendered. He was afraid that if he was even a second too late, Chen Fan would swallow him whole.
It wasn't just Chen Fan who frowned when these words left his mouth. Even Nantian's expression turned ugly as he coldly said, "Stage seven, victor is Chen Fan!"
"Hu!"
The skinny young man let out a long breath and climbed down from the stage without looking back. He didn't dare to stay on the stage for even a second longer.
All of the disciples looked at him sympathetically without a trace of mockery in their eyes. After all, in the legends of the sect these days, Chen Fan had become a cold-blooded, ruthless, and bloodthirsty demon.
At this moment, on the Cloud Platform suspended in the sky, the elders of Bai Xiang, Liu, and the others were carefully observing the situation of the battle below.
Bai Xiang Liu had been keeping a close eye on Chen Fan's situation. When he saw that Chen Fan had won without a fight, he immediately chuckled and said, "I never thought that this boy's reputation in the sect is already so great. This disciple of Mu Xingfeng doesn't even have the courage to compete!"
"Truly infuriating this old man, is losing without a fight something that we cultivators should do!?" when we go back, we must take care of these unfilial disciples! "
In the front row of the wooden peak, a white-haired old man dressed in dark green and embroidered with golden herbs said angrily.
"Gu Yun, you don't have to be so angry! In my opinion, knowing that you can't do it is the wrong thing to do! How about we make a bet and see what Chen Fan's ranking in the central arena is like!? "
Those words were not from Bai Xiang and Liu Ming. Instead, it was from Ah Chu, who was sitting beside him. He was smiling as he spoke.
It was a custom for the senior executives of the sects to place bets on the disciples they favored every year.
However, ever since A'Chu joined in, none of the elders who had bet with her could win. In the end, no one dared to bet with her anymore.
Gu Yun was so angry at A Jin that he blew his beard and glared at him, but he didn't dare to say anything further.
"It seems that Mu Xingfeng is still as decadent this year as before. He will only be at the bottom of the five great peaks!"
"If we were the disciples of Jinxing Peak, we would never be so weak. To think that we would lose without even fighting. We would lose a lot of face!"
"As expected, Mu Xingfeng can only compete with the outer sect disciples' trash in the central ring every year. When it comes to the hundred round, it will be time for the final round!"
The other elders from the other peaks looked at Gu Yun with a look of schadenfreude and ridicule, as if they were all ready to watch a good show.
The faces of Gu Yun, who had been squeezed into a corner, turned ugly. The elders of Mu Xingfeng, who were standing behind him, looked displeased as they gritted their teeth and said:
"Alright, I'll take this bet!" I bet Chen Fan won't be the first in the central ring! Just take this Sky Vine as the bet! "
After he finished speaking, Gu Yun took out a long green vine with a pained expression on his face. The long vine was broken in half, but the withered vine was emitting a faint Heavenly Energy!
"Alright, then I'll bet that Chen Fan will definitely be first in the contest area!" Since you have taken out the 'Sui Tian Teng' divine item, I will bet with the 'Purple Gold Pill'! "
A Jin's whole body was purple and full of spirituality. On it, there were nine golden dragons entwined and fist-sized Yuan Dan came out.
"Purple-golden pill is a magical item that can help a person reach the Aurous Core stage. It's commonly known as a fake pill! For those old cultivators who are unable to cultivate to the Aurous Core stage, this is a supreme divine item. Just how certain are you that Chen Fan will be able to win? "
Gu Yun gritted his teeth as he spoke. He was the kind of old man who was already old. To him, the Purple Gold Pill was an incomparably tempting item, even more precious than the immortal medicine in his hands!
"Of course, although Chen Fan's cultivation base is a bit low, I still have confidence in him!" There are still people who don't want to bet, hurry up and bet, then buy it off! "
A'Chu's face broke into a smile. He looked around and said slowly.
All of the Elders who met her gaze turned their heads away. They knew that once A'Chu smiled, it was usually the time to take his life.
"Humph!" You may not know this, but in my line, there was a genius disciple who had been training in the secret realm all this time. Chen Fan might not even be able to defeat Xia Xincicada, but if he fought the dogwood, then Chen Fan would definitely lose! "It seems like your Purple Gold Pill cultivation is mine!"
Gu Yun said coldly with a face full of anger.