Xing stood beside him, her eyes practically glued to the screen.
" Lin Yuan, you can even make money off this?"
"It's a rare and exciting competition; wouldn't it be a shame not to let everyone participate?"
Lin Yuan smiled and pushed the betting terminal to the center of the table, and immediately people crowded around.
The betting terminal lit up, and the betting amounts on both sides kept changing. Lin Yuan looked at the crowd that was gradually gathering around and simply asked the staff to open another window so that no one would be left out of the queue.
The Second Elder saw this scene from afar and couldn't help but twitch his lips.
How could the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall use even a friendly sparring match between his own people and others as a basis for betting?
However, he soon forgot all about it.
He discovered that the people who came to watch the martial arts competition today were all quite extraordinary.
Not far away, Yu Yuanzhen, the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, was sitting in the audience, with several family elders beside him.
On the other side, Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect also arrived, with Sword Douluo Chen Xin, dressed in white, sitting next to him.
Looking further ahead, it turned out that the Pope Hall had also sent people. Pope Bibi Dong was sitting in a specially arranged seat, and was talking quietly with a red-haired woman.
The woman appeared very gentle, with a faint smile on her face and elegant manners. She was holding a teacup and talking to Bibi Dong.
Beside the red-haired woman sat a black-haired man wearing glasses.
The man listened calmly to their conversation, occasionally nodding slightly, appearing no different from an ordinary person.
But when the Second Elder tried to sense the other's aura, his expression suddenly changed.
I can't see through it!
Even with his Titled Douluo cultivation level, he couldn't see through this man's strength at all!
The Second Elder immediately became alert.
Today, the martial arts arena is filled with powerful figures. Whether it's Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, or Pope Bibi Dong, he can sense the Soul Power aura emanating from them.
But that black-haired, bespectacled man alone gave him an inexplicable sense of danger.
Among all the powerful figures present, the one who seemed most dangerous to him was actually that seemingly ordinary man!
The Second Elder dared not investigate further and silently withdrew his gaze.
He continued looking around and soon noticed several people dressed in strange clothes.
One of the blond youths was dressed particularly elegantly, with an exquisite coat draped over his shoulders and sunglasses perched on his nose, casually flipping a chip between his fingers.
The young man had a smile on his face the whole time, seemingly quite interested in the competition, and was accompanied by several staff members wearing the uniforms of the Interastral Peace Corporation.
Next to the blond youth sat a burly blond man. He was holding a drink and looking towards the training ground, with his Interastral Peace Corporation badge hanging around his neck.
The Second Elder's gaze fell on the blond, muscular man, and his brows suddenly furrowed.
strangeness.
Something seems off about the aura emanating from this burly man.
He carefully sensed it, and his expression changed slightly.
That intense beastly aura was something no ordinary Soul Master could possess.
Could there actually be Soul Beast here?
And what about those with fox ears on their heads? Are they Soul Beast or humans?
The Second Elder was filled with doubt and was about to take a closer look when his gaze was suddenly drawn to several figures above the audience seats.
The elderly men sat in a relatively quiet spot. Although their clothes were not particularly eye-catching, the Second Elder still recognized a few of them.
Golden Crocodile Douluo!
There are other offerings in the Worship Hall!
The Second Elder's pupils contracted slightly.
Even those old guys from the Worship Hall have come out?
Although he has been staying in the Clear Sky Sect all these years, it is impossible that he did not know about the existence of the Spirit Hall's Worship Hall.
Especially Golden Crocodile Douluo, who was an older generation of Titled Douluo than himself.
It seems that the Spirit Hall's emphasis on this sparring match far exceeded his expectations.
The Second Elder couldn't help but look at the gray-haired girl in the center of the training ground.
Just who is this extraterrestrial visitor named Xing?
On the other side, March 7th was leading Dan Heng to the audience seats.
Little Gold remained clinging to Dan Heng's shoulder, curiously observing the lively crowd around her, occasionally letting out a few childish cries.
" Lin Yuan! What's all the commotion over here?"
On March 7th, upon seeing Lin Yuan from afar, he immediately ran over.
"I heard Xing's going to get into a fight? What happened?"
Lin Yuan smiled and briefly recounted what had happened at the city gate, then pointed to the Seventh Elder, who was making preparations on the other side of the training ground.
"Look, it's that guy. The Titled Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect, he insists on sparring with Xing."
After hearing this, March 7th burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Is that true? Xing actually got into a fight again!"
Dan Heng glanced at the Seventh Elder in the arena, but didn't say much. He simply reached out and patted the eager Little Gold on his shoulder.
Lin Yuan pointed to the betting terminal in front of him and asked with a smile, "How about it? Want to place a bet too?"
Without any hesitation, March 7th pulled out his personal Little Gold.
"Bet! Of course we'll bet! We'll bet on the star to win!"
As she spoke, she staked all her saved Credits on Xing's name.
Lin Yuan was taken aback. "So confident?"
March 7th proudly put his hands on his hips. "Of course! Do you think we don't know how powerful Xing is? This is practically free money!"
Seeing March 7th's excited expression, Dan Heng couldn't help but remind him, "You should still set aside some money for daily expenses."
"Don't worry! We know what we're doing!"
As he spoke, March 7th looked expectantly towards the training ground.
At this moment, Xing and the Seventh Elder had already walked to opposite sides of the training ground.
The Seventh Elder looked at the audience filling the room, his expression growing increasingly serious.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Pope Hall, and even people from the Worship Hall came.
With so many powerful figures watching the battle, as an elder of the Clear Sky Sect, I absolutely cannot lose face for my sect today!
On the other hand, Xing showed no sign of nervousness.
She slung the baseball bat over her shoulder and looked at the Seventh Elder with a smile.
"Hey! Old man, don't go back on your word about the prize we agreed on!"
The Seventh Elder snorted coldly.
The next moment, a terrifying pressure at the level of Titled Douluo suddenly erupted from his body!
Accompanied by powerful fluctuations of Soul Power, nine Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!
Nine Soul Ring pulsed around the Seventh Elder, instantly enveloping the entire training ground with the aura of Titled Douluo.
The Seventh Elder raised his head and looked coldly at Xing opposite him.
"You ignorant brat! Today I'll teach you what humility truly means!"
Having said that, he stared coldly at Xing and said in a deep voice, "Show me your Martial Soul, you little brat! I want to see just what you're capable of!"
Xing scratched his head, looking troubled, and replied, " Martial Soul? But I don't have one."
The Seventh Elder was stunned, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
"You bastard!"
boom!
A chilling killing intent erupted from the Seventh Elder, locking onto Xing on the other side of the training ground.
Are you kidding me?!
Xing innocently shrugged. "No, I really don't have that."
However, speaking of Martial Soul, she suddenly remembered something.
"By the way! Isn't Ms. Ruan Mei able to create Artificial Martial Soul? Could I ask her for help to give me a golden trash can Martial Soul?"
Xingyue thought about it more and more and felt that this was a good idea, and even began to ponder what the Golden Trash Can Martial Soul should look like.
"Hehehe! Then I can sleep with the golden trash can every day! I can summon it whenever I want, and I won't even have to worry about not finding a trash can when I go out!"
Thinking of this, Xing couldn't help but chuckle to himself, completely forgetting that he was still standing on the training ground.
The Seventh Elder was so angry that he almost ground his teeth to powder when he saw the girl across from him who was spacing out and grinning foolishly.
As a Titled Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect, having already released his Martial Soul and nine Soul Ring, the other party still dared to stand there dumbfounded in front of him!
"You dare to lose focus while fighting against an old man like me! You're utterly arrogant!"
The Seventh Elder roared, and his right hand emitted a burst of black light, instantly creating a massive Clear Sky Hammer in his palm.
Immediately afterwards, he stomped his feet on the ground, leaped into the air, raised the Clear Sky Hammer high with both hands, and slammed it down hard towards the location where the star was!
"Prepare to die!"
" Sky-Piercing Strike!"