Chapter 443

Looking at the appearance of the blood dragon and horse, the second old man's beard was crooked.

The most essence of the snow dragon fish, the crescent meat, was taken away by Lin Yun. At present, most of the snow dragon fish in the pot, even the meat and soup, was swallowed by the blood dragon horse.

"You bastard, are you going to eat the pot?"

Looking at the blood dragon and horse gobbling down, and looking at the empty iron pot, Lin Yun smiled helplessly.

Whoa!

Lin Yun, who put down the pot, suddenly felt unbearably hot all over his body, and his blood was churning. Injuries in the body recovered frantically at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The initial cultivation of the tenth level of Xuanwu was completely stabilized in a short period of time.

But the heat was unbearable, and his body seemed to be on fire. When he saw the wine jar on the ground, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"stop!"

The fat old man's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted to stop.

But where did Lin Yun care so much, he picked it up on the spot and poured it into his throat, a chill soaked in coolness swept through his body.

I felt relieved and couldn't help but look overjoyed.

Putting down the empty wine jar, his originally pale complexion was rosy, but he felt refreshed and refreshed.

With a satisfied smile on his face, Lin Yun said with a smile: "Thirteen Master, what kind of wine is this, let's have another jar."

Master Thirteen stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Another jar? Didn't you see that some old guy was about to vomit blood? Hahaha."

Lin Yun's face changed slightly, and when he looked carefully, he saw that the fat old man's face had completely turned black.

"Bring it!"

The fat old man grabbed the wine jar unceremoniously, only to see the empty wine jar, not a drop left.

"Pavilion Master, I'm sorry, next time there is a chance, I will give you ten altars."

Lin Yun, who felt that something was wrong, smiled shyly.

"The old man took ten years to brew a jar of Hantan Fragrance Dew, what do you pay for it?"

The fat old man was furious and said indignantly.

"That's enough, a jar of wine is just broken, what's the matter. Xiao Linzi, you can try it now with a punch."

Master Thirteen reprimanded and said to Lin Yun with a smile on his face.

A punch?

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, then clenched his fingers tightly, and his whole body instantly boiled, and he punched out of thin air.

Bang!

Suddenly, a loud noise resounded in the forest of buried swords, and as far as the fist light came, a sword bamboo that was basically broken in half. It was uprooted on the spot, and under the impact of the fist, it shook into powder and disappeared with the wind.

"Middle stage of the tenth level of Xuanwu, how is this possible?"

Lin Yun was taken aback, and was quite horrified by the power of this punch.

He had just been promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu, and he ate a piece of meat and drank a jar of wine. The cultivation base has been promoted to the late stage of the tenth level of Xuanwu. This feels like a dream, and it is really unbelievable.

"Hehe, why is it impossible?"

The fat old man snorted coldly with a sullen face: "The most essential crescent meat on Xuelongyu, the Hantan Fragrance Dew that this old man spent ten years brewing, has been eaten and drunk by your kid, what's impossible? This is enough. Comparable to others, five years of penance."

"Don't think too much, get a good night's sleep first. In the picture of the sword burial, you are afraid that you will die and never rest for a moment."

The Thirteenth Master looked gentle and laughed softly.

"Sleep? Sleeping for what..."

Before Lin Yun finished speaking, he felt a burst of drunkenness, and he slowly descended in a dizzy state.

The moonlight fell, the night was dark, and the little stars in the night sky fell on the sleeping boy. Thirteen Master and the fat old man, looking at the sleeping boy, their expressions gradually softened.

After all, it's just teenagers.

"After the Dragon Gate competition, you and I are going to leave. If you can see this little guy on the top of the list before leaving, you will have no regrets."

Thirteenth Master's weather-beaten face showed a look of hope, which seemed particularly relaxed at this moment.

"Do you think that's possible?"

The fat old man found a stone pier to sit down at will, looked at the young man, and asked softly.

"Who knows? At least, he is much better than you and me back then."

"Even if he barely won the first place, I'm afraid some people may not give up, but these guys dare to kill even Xin Jue..."

Compared to Master Thirteen, the fat old man's face was slightly more dignified.

"Really? Then, don't blame the old man for tearing his face!"

The turbid eyes of the Thirteenth Master flashed a frightening cold light.

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Yun, who woke up, returned to the peak of his energy, and took the blood dragon and horse to bid farewell to the second old man.

The Dragon Gate Big Competition will start today.

It was not yet dawn, and the four conveniences of Longmen Square had already gathered, with countless figures of warriors.

And in an inn called Xianyunlou not far from here, there are also many figures gathered, in addition to the sect disciples, there are many loose cultivators to join in the fun.

In addition to the fact that Xianyunlou is indeed an excellent place for off-court battles, there is also a major reason for its popularity. Betting points.

That's right, Wanbao Pavilion and other chambers of commerce jointly play the game, and the betting point is in this Xianyun Building.

First, in the center of the main hall on the first floor of Xianyun Building, there is a huge stone table. The table is carved with many bird and beast patterns with exquisite craftsmanship.

On the table, there is a group of 32 players who will compete against each other.

If you like someone, you can bet on the spot.

In addition to this, there are bets to predict the quarter-finals, top three, and top spots.

"The odds of the eldest prince Qin Yu are actually getting lower and lower. It seems that Wanbao Pavilion and other chambers of commerce are optimistic that he will defeat the son of Guan Shan from the Shence Camp."

"Yeah, the odds of Mr. Guanshan in the quarter-finals were originally one to two, but after meeting Mr. Feiyu, the odds skyrocketed to one to four. You said it's scary or not... The odds of the top spot are even higher, and it's actually there. One to six."

No matter when, in the situation of abandoning the competition, the biggest favorite of this year's Dragon Gate competition will always be the first prince Qin Yu.

Even if he runs into Guan Shan, who is also one of the Hachiko, the odds are still not rising, and his popularity will always be so high.

But even so, there are still some people who choose to vote for Master Guan Shan. In their opinion, Guan Shan's position as the leader of the evil spirits cultivated by the God Strategy Camp may not have the power to fight Qin Yu.

Moreover, his odds are so high that once he wins, it will be the biggest upset.

The remaining Bai Lixuan vs. Zuo Yun, and Young Master Yanxin vs. Tang Yuan's popularity also remained high, and the number of Lingyu bets was rising steadily.

Seeing that, the Dragon Gate Competition is about to begin.

More and more people came to bet, and they all wanted to make a good bet at the last minute.

"The odds of Lin Yun vs. Young Master Ye are actually one to ten. The homonym of ten means death. Does Wanbao Pavilion think that Lin Yun will surely die?"

"Hehe, the odds are also interesting."

"Lin Yun also performed well in the group battle. He swept all the way, and the odds dropped a lot. But I didn't expect that after meeting Young Master Ye, his odds skyrocketed again. It's amazing to say it."

Looking at the stone table, Lin Yun's odds against Young Master Ye, everyone was talking about it.

This year's Dragon Gate Competition, Lin Yun can be said to have attracted much attention, and his performance can be regarded as living up to everyone's expectations.

At the first stop, he killed Luo Yuhang with one sword, then swept all the way, defeated Tongyuan with dragon and tiger fists, and then counterattacked, and defeated the dark horse Wu Mohan of Hunyuanzong, which was impressive.

pity……

Many people shook their heads and sighed, but unfortunately, he encountered Young Master Ye in a different team battle.

In addition to the odds of different teams, the top eight, top three, and the top of the list, Lin Yun's odds can be described as appalling.

On the stone table, he and Guan Shan Gongzi were considered brothers and sisters, and the odds for both were miserable. However, if Master Guan Shan was here, he would feel a little gratified. After all, his odds were only nine times higher.

However, Lin Yun reached ten, and even the odds of the top one broke ten.

It can be said to be one of the best, and it's hard not to pay attention.

At this moment, a figure pushed through the crowd, came to the stone table, and took out hundreds of second-grade Lingyu on the spot.

Whoa!

Hundreds of second-grade Lingyu, which is a large amount, immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"All in!"

Seeing him push fiercely, he piled all the second-grade Lingyu on Lin Yun's identity card.

"Hey, brother, Lin Yun's odds are 1 to 10, he will definitely lose, you are giving money to Wanbao Pavilion for nothing." Someone saw this scene, and immediately burst out laughing, pointing: "I I advise you to put the pressure on Young Master Ye Ye, although the odds are small, you will win money anyway."

"Hey, young master's money, invest it as you like."

Needless to say, this young man is naturally Lin Yun, who made a small profit from betting before.

Right now, the war between different groups is about to start, so naturally, it will not be missed.

"Hmph, idiot. So many spiritual jades are sent out in vain, it is stupid enough, I will bet against Ye Gongzi 120-grade Lingyu, and Lin Yun will die!"

Just at this moment, a cold snort sounded, and Xuan Tianzong Tongyuan appeared.

He took out a hundred second-grade Lingyu and placed it on Young Master Ye, looking at Li Wuyou with a mocking expression.

His appearance caused quite a stir.

After all, although he lost to Lin Yun, he also showed his formidable strength in that battle, which left a deep impression on people.

In the eyes of many people, if it wasn't for Lin Yun, he would have no accident in qualifying in the eighth group.

"Who am I? It turned out to be my brother's defeated general. Why, don't you think the face you lost three days ago wasn't big enough? You've lost all your defeats, and it's just a laughing stock when you're still on stage to talk about it."

Li Wuyou sneered and retorted.

"Am I wrong? What if he beats me? When I meet Young Master Ye, I can't escape death."

Tong Yuan's eyes flashed with obliteration, and sneered.

"Betting on Lin Yun, three hundred second-grade Lingyu."

Just as the two faced each other, a clear voice came over, but it was Liu Yue from the camp of the gods.

With her icy face and expressionless face, she took out 300 spiritual jade and placed it on Lin Yun. Then, on Young Master Guan Shan, he placed a bet on a hundred second-grade Lingyu, and all of a sudden, the bet amount for both of them skyrocketed a lot.

Especially Lin Yun, the spiritual jade he bet on rose to four hundred spiritual jade out of thin air.

It was already considered a huge sum. After all, ordinary people came here to bet on first-grade spiritual jade, and second-grade spiritual jade was quite rare.

"Betting so much, is it possible that you little girl likes my brother?"

Li Wuyou raised his brows and asked with a smile.

"Mind your own business."

Liu Yue glared at the other party and snorted coldly.

Many people in the imperial capital knew about his grievances and entanglements with Lin Yun, and Li Wuyou's question really aroused many people's hearts of gossip.

"It's so lively."

A bald head suddenly appeared in the crowd, and when everyone saw the appearance, their faces showed extreme surprise.

The bald-headed monk was carrying a pot of wine in his hand, his facial features were a bit too handsome, and there was a spring breeze-like smile on his face, which was instantly recognizable.

"Young Master Liushang!"

It was the leader of the last Longmen Grand Competition, who mysteriously retired this year. He took a sip of his wine and smiled and said, "I'll make up the numbers too."

click!

With a flick of his finger, a flawless spiritual jade shone with a stream of light and flew out of his hand.

As soon as this Lingyu appeared, everyone was shocked again, a third-grade Lingyu!

Second-grade Lingyu is quite rare, and can only be seen in the hands of wealthy families and sect disciples, while third-grade Lingyu has never been seen by many people in their entire lives.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, this Lingyu jumped over the battle between Lin Yun and Young Master Ye, jumped over the top eight, jumped over the top three, and finally landed heavily on the top of the list.

Top of the list!

The crowded crowd in the main hall of Xianyunlou suddenly took a breath of cold air, this young master is really self-willed.

Even Liu Yue and Li Wuyou didn't bet on the top spot, not even in the top eight. He actually dared to bet on Lin Yun's third-grade Lingyu at the top of the list.

"It's the top of the list. The odds of 1 to 11 are rare for a hundred years." Liu Xun narrowed his eyes and laughed softly.