Pinnacle

"His, there are thirty thousand spirit crystals again, this is bigger than what many old disciples play!"

After hearing this number, everyone on the scene took a breath.

Usually, the disciples are in the Star Terrace to learn from each other, usually a few thousand spirit crystals do the prizes, tens of thousands are rare, and 50,000 is even rarer!

This is a terrifying number. Many disciples who are not so good at home want to earn so many spirit crystals. It is really not easy.

"Lin Yun, don't play with him, he did it deliberately, he just wants to earn your spirit crystals. I used to have energy and blood, so I took his challenge." Mo Qing pulled Lin Yun.

Ximenpu sneered: "Mo Qing, there are winners and losers in the competition. This is normal. Is it only allowed to win? If everyone wins, then who will be the loser? Besides, there will be prizes in the competitions on Star Terrace. You have to be willing to bet and give up, you dignified royal palace master, can't afford to lose so?"

"Ximending, you..." Mo Qing's expression changed.

"Lin Yun, how about it, do you want to compare? Or you can't take out fifty thousand spirit crystals? I heard Liu Changtian say that you are only an aboriginal, and it is normal that you can't take out so many spirit crystals." Ximenpu sneered.

"He turned out to be a native?"

"He turned out to be a native!"

When the surrounding disciples heard what Ximenpu said, they were in an uproar.

Everyone never expected that an indigenous person could actually enter the Heavenly Sword Sect. This is really strange.

These cultivators on the mainland naturally look down upon the natives of the three thousand small worlds.

Even Mo Qing was startled, she had never known this before.

Lin Yun still smiled: "Ximengpu, what you said just now is right. It is normal to lose or lose. Then I will compare with you. As for the lottery, thirty thousand is too little. Playing with big ones, it happens that I am short of money."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yun flipped his hand and took out the Scarlet Blood Sword.

"This sword is worth one hundred and fifty thousand spirit crystals, no problem, one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, dare you dare?" Lin Yun calmly looked at Ximen Pu.

Lin Yun now only has fifty thousand spirit crystals, and can only use the sword as a mortgage.

"Got a magical tool? He actually played such a big game!"

"He's crazy! Ximenpu is very good in terms of spirituality! Isn't he giving Ximenpu money?"

Everyone stared at Lin Yun with incredible eyes.

What a joke, 150,000 yuan, the outer disciples have never heard anyone say that there is such a big bet on the Star Terrace!

Even Ximenpu's expression changed.

His Simon family is really good, and as a genius of the younger generation of the Simon family, he is also quite rich.

But these 150,000 spirit crystals were also an extremely astonishing number for him.

He originally wanted to raise the price to embarrass Lin Yun, but now he is in a dilemma.

Mo Qing also appeared anxious.

"Lin Yun, this color is too big! Xingchentai is more divine, and Ximenpu’s divine knowledge is absolutely outstanding among the younger generation of the Anyuan Kingdom. You can hardly be Ximenpu’s opponent! And this is Your weapon, if you lose the weapon, there will be no weapon available." Mo Qing persuaded.

Mo Qing knew that Lin Yun was here to find her. She couldn't let Lin Yun be pitted!

"Friend Mo Qing, I want to try." Lin Yun still smiled.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yun looked at Ximenpu.

"Ximending, what's the matter? It's because the color is too big, don't you dare to respond?" Lin Yun looked at him with a smile.

"Haha, how dare I Ximenpu? If you want to give me a god-level weapon for nothing, would I not want it? I will make money for your weapon!" Ximenpu said with a smile.

Although Ximenpu had just hesitated because of the big win.

But in the confidence and arrogance of his genius, how can he refuse?

He has confidence in his strength!He can definitely win!

Immediately afterwards, the two went to the left side of the Star Terrace, and the administrator of the Star Terrace was an old man.

"Grandpa, this is my color head, mortgaged as 150,000 spirit crystals." Lin Yun put the scarlet sword on the table.

"Young man, are you really older than this? The old man has been in charge of the Star Terrace for many years, and no outside disciple has ever played with you! The old man has never seen it before, so you should be cautious."

It stands to reason that as long as the two parties agree on the amount, he has no right to intervene, but this figure is too terrifying, even he can't stand it.

This is a gamble!

"Thank you, grandpa, for reminding me that the younger generation thinks very clearly." Lin Yun was polite.

"Hey, okay." The old man can only nod his head.

"This is my color head, 130,000 Lingjing, plus a good top weapon!" Ximenpu took out the Lingjing and the weapon.

"Okay, the color heads of 150,000 Lingjing are already in place. Go to the left and right sides to prepare to compete." The old man said.

The star stage compares to the divine sense. Both parties do not need to be on the stage. There are two metal puppets without any consciousness on the stage. The two sides of the competition use the divine sense to control the metal puppets to fight.

Whoever has the stronger spiritual consciousness, the stronger the power of manipulating puppets.

If a puppet is defeated, the manipulator is considered a failure.

Ximenpu looked at Lin Yun: "Lin Yun, since you are going to play so big, don't cry if you lose later."

"Don't worry, I really want to cry, that person will definitely be you." Lin Yun smiled on his face.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yun and Ximenpu stood on the left and right sides of the Star Terrace.

Under their respective feet, they are all in the same formation, and by pouring divine consciousness into the formation, they can manipulate the corresponding puppets.

"They really compare!"

"Tsk tusk, this is the color of 150,000 Lingjing, whoever loses will have to die!"

"Is it necessary to say? Ximenpu is a level 9 divine sense, how many cultivators under 40 can reach level 9 divine sense?"

"Then Lin Yun, it's too pitiful."

...

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and everyone seemed very interested. After all, the color was so big.

Mo Qing could only secretly worry about Lin Yun.

next moment.

Lin Yun and Ximenpu are both infused with divine consciousness into the formation.

Lin Yun only poured divine consciousness into the formation, so these disciples in the audience could not feel the realm of Lin Yun's divine consciousness.

With the infusion of divine consciousness, the two puppets on the stage were instantly activated.

There is a circle on the stage, and which side of the puppet is beaten out of the circle will declare failure.

"Lin Yun, take it!" Ximenpu shouted.

The puppet he controlled rushed towards Lin Yun with a fierce offensive.

"That's it?" Lin Yun sneered.

At the same time, Lin Yun's divine consciousness rioted, and the power of divine consciousness madly poured into the formation.

The puppet controlled by Tai Linyun also slammed his fist and slammed it at Ximenpu's puppet.

boom!

On the ring, the fists of the puppets of both sides shook together forcibly.

The power in the fist is determined by the power of the infused divine consciousness.

After a collision, Ximenpu, who was still smiling, suddenly changed his face!

The metal puppet he controlled flew directly backwards in an instant.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the puppet controlled by Ximenpu was directly shot out of the circle.

With one move, the outcome is divided.

This is it?

The disciples in the audience are all dumbfounded!

They have not yet entered the state of watching the game, the competition on the stage is over?What a joke!