Immortal World Supplier

This group of monks from Huatian City made a crazy huge bet that also attracted the attention of others.

"Hoo hoo hoo... This 300 million spirit stones, all-out Fang Qi wins, yes yes yes... The battle is about to start, it's too late..."

A tall and strong figure suddenly rushed over frantically, threw out a storage ring, with an elated expression on his face.

Finally... finally caught up! Almost... the almost fight began.

"Sir, there are too many spirit stones and the amount of bets is too high. We need to pay a 10% overflow tax to increase the price. You are not trading maliciously... I don't know if you can accept it..."

"Acceptable, acceptable, handle it for me quickly, don't talk nonsense!"

The tall and strong man's eyes are about to pop out, and now he is racing against time! For a second...that's all good!

"Okay... okay, handle it right away..."

"Sir, the process is successful. After deducting the 10% overflow tax, you have bet 270 million spirit stones. The odds are 1 to 3.6. If the bet is successful, you will get..."

"okay……"

The tall and strong man got the betting voucher, heaved a sigh of relief, then turned and left. As for the rest, can he control it?

"Boss, boss... your speed... is really fast, but you can't get rid of me, Yong Wudi!"

The man who rushed in just now was Yong Wudi.

He also heard someone say that he saw Fang Qi in the arena, so he rushed over to join his boss.

But after coming here, I found that the boss and a young master of the Qingtian Sect were involved! The battle is about to start, and the market is still opening..."

Immediately, Yong Wudi couldn't bear it anymore, who would dare to confront his boss!

A must-win situation! He simply put all his wealth into it, and that's why the scene just now happened.

"You guys know Jill! Do you know who's up there? It's my boss! The number one genius in the cultivation world! The number one expert in the cultivation world! The bullshit Qingtian sect, all the members are not enough to beat my boss!"

When Yong Wudi heard that several monks around him were still talking about how awesome Wan Xinghai was on the hundred-year-old merit list, he immediately became angry.

Dare to question his boss? Looking for death?

He held back his silence just now, because he was afraid that if these people all bet on his boss, then his betting odds would drop.

But it's different now, his spirit stone has been bet, and he can pretend to be x to his heart's content.

"Little brother, don't say it too early. Sect Master Wan Shao is also a young genius who is well-known in Shahai City. The elders of the Tianmeng have praised Sect Master Wan Shao's combat power and cultivation, and praised him as a young genius who is rare in a thousand years. !"

"Although the fellow daoist who fought against him is rich and powerful, he doesn't necessarily have strong fighting power, right?"

"Yuanying's six-level cultivation base vs. Yuanying's Dzogchen... Hehe...Little brother, you have lost a lot! Three hundred million spirit stones are going to be thrown into the water! Hehehe..."

Passerby A laughed and commented that he voted for Wan Xinghai just now, so he naturally wants to help Wan Xinghai speak.

"100 million spirit stones, 1 to 1 odds, Fang Qisheng, you give me 100 million spirit stones, then what kind of bullshit young suzerain wins, I lose 100 million spirit stones, how about it? Do you dare to bet?"

"The odds of handicap are not so high! Do you think there are too few spirit stones? That one billion? Ten billion? I will still accompany you!"

"What do you think? Ah? Didn't you support that young suzerain? Why didn't you speak?"