Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 138 Hype
The spectators upstairs didn't want to wait too long. Soon, a new cultivator landed on the high platform, and a new round of battle began.

As their battle heated up, more and more spirit stones were sent down by the attendants, and there was almost no room for them to pile up on the table.

Jiang Qiongxing looked at the scene of blood and flesh flying all over the stage, and the thought that this matchup was good just now disappeared: "...It's just dozens of high-grade spirit stones, is it worth gambling with your life?"

Wouldn't it be worth the loss if he was seriously injured here and would affect the Trial Conference?
"Little Qiongxing, do you think they really came here for the thousands of low-grade spirit stones?" Liang Weisheng shook his head, "The bounty stipulated by the ring master is just a small head, and the real big head is behind us."

What do you mean?
Jiang Qiongxing turned around and looked at the huge desk table that was almost piled up into a mountain of Lingshi.

"As long as the one in the brown clothes gives up and continues to defend the ring, he can take away [-]% of all the spirit stones on the table." Liang Weisheng said, "Of course, if he wants to continue and loses in the next game, he won't even get a single spirit stone."

Jiang Qiongxing looked at the huge pile of spiritual stones that was close at hand.

Most of them are low-grade and middle-grade, and there are fewer high-grade spirit stones, but the total amount cannot be supported. With so many spirit stones, even if you can only take [-]% of them, at least you can exchange for hundreds of high-grade spirit stones.

As if guessing what she was thinking, Liang Weisheng turned around and asked the busy attendant behind him: "How many spirit stones are there in total now?"

The attendant said without raising his head: "It should be thirteen thousand and four when converted into top grade..."

Jiang Qiongxing's eyes widened in disbelief.

Then, even if he can only take away 300% of it, there are more than [-] high-grade spirit stones!
"Are you envious?" Liang Weisheng smiled, "However, this kind of money is too risky to earn, so it's not bad for us to get a little bit of money."

Jiang Qiongxing looked at Gaotai again.

It was the fifth round, and the cultivator in the brown clothes was covered in injuries, as if he would fall down in a second.

"You think he can win this game?" she asked.

"That's right, don't you believe me? Just wait and see." Liang Weisheng was full of confidence.

Sure enough, as he said, although the final result was tragic, the cultivator in brown clothes still won.

The opponent fell off the high platform, and he knelt on one knee, supporting himself with a magic weapon, unable to get up for a long time.

After winning five games in a row, cheers resounded in the tall building.

After the cheers died down, a voice rang out: "You have won the reward of [-] low-grade spirit stones, do you want to continue?"

Before the people on the high platform answered, someone upstairs had already shouted: "Continue!"

"One more win!"

Facing the instigation of these people, the immortal cultivator in brown clothes was not dazzled, and shook his head slowly and firmly.

The people on the tall building suddenly let out a sigh of regret.

"Not bad, not bad," Liang Weisheng said, "Get these more than 1000 high-grade ones, and save a little bit to use them in the Golden Core Stage."

The previous ring master stepped down, and soon, two new cultivators stepped onto the stage.

Jiang Qiongxing stared at the fancy-dressed one for a while: "...how could it be him?"

Isn't that Huo Ye's friend Zhan Peng?
He is a son of a family, and he will come to the ring for this little money?

"Tsk." Liang Weisheng threw away the folding fan, shook his head, and said to the humanity behind him, "Put out my spirit stone first, and don't hold it for now."

"Yes."

Jiang Qiongxing heard their conversation and asked, "What? He has a problem?"

"Of course, my son is not sitting in the private room, and running to this ring is already suspicious enough." Liang Weisheng's voice was full of impatience, and he didn't know if it was because the other party affected him to make money. "There are always such overwhelmed guys who come out to embarrass themselves."

Like him, he is very self-aware and never seeks death.

Jiang Qiongxing looked at the confident Zhan Peng on the high platform, and said uncertainly: "Maybe he has some ability."

After all, there is still a magic weapon worth thousands of high-grade spirit stones in his hand.

"You'll know it just by looking at it." Liang Weisheng said.

Soon, the two people on the high platform moved.

It didn't take long for Zhanpeng to win.

He greeted all around unhurriedly, accepting the cheers of the crowd calmly.

After half a stick of incense, a new challenger came up.

Zhanpeng continued to win quickly.

"Do you see something wrong?"

Jiang Qiongxing was silent for a moment: "...How did he win? Why do I think I can beat him?"

"You're right." Liang Weisheng said.

"Isn't he very lucky? Even the two of them are so good." Jiang Qiongxing looked enviously at the figure on the high platform.

"Luck? This is not luck." Liang Weisheng smiled half-smile, "Believe it or not, when he finishes playing, everyone in Tanyan Town will know his great achievements of winning several games in a row."

Jiang Qiongxing could hear what he meant: "You mean, he came here specifically to hype?"

The ancients did not understand what "hype" was, but this did not prevent Liang Weisheng from understanding what she meant: "Basically, a child from a family like him doesn't care about money, but his name."

"Is the boss here helping him to fight match-fixing?" Jiang Qiongxing couldn't understand.

"Did you see these spirit stones?" Liang Weisheng was still leaning on the huge table. All the bets from the previous round had been emptied, but a pile of new spirit stones had accumulated on the table again. "Master Zhan doesn't like these spirit stones. Whatever the master can get will go into the banker's pocket. Why doesn't the boss agree?"

One seeks fame and the other seeks profit, and the two sides hit it off.

"This is really..." Jiang Qiongxing looked up at Zhan Peng on the high platform with an unpredictable expression.

In the ring, Zhan Peng has reached the third match, and without any surprise, his opponent is still very weak.

The lost opponent was dragged off the stage, and he saluted all around again.

As long as he wins one more game, he can reach the standard of successfully defending the ring for three games, but Young Master Zhan obviously won't just be satisfied with this.

Jiang Qiongxing suddenly turned his head: "Where do I sign up?"

Liang Weisheng was shocked: "What did you say?"

"Where can I sign up to fight?" Jiang Qiongxing asked again.

"No, no, I didn't ask you here to let you go up by yourself! Isn't it good for us to sneak up and earn a little money?" Liang Weisheng didn't know why she had such an idea, and anxiously persuaded, "You can't just watch him win easily and think that the opponents here are weak!"

"I know," Jiang Qiongxing stared at Zhan Peng's smug smile, "I just don't like him."

She wants to end this guy's victory.

"Even if you don't like him, there's no need to take the risk yourself," Liang Weisheng earnestly said, "People who go up have to play at least four games before giving up and continuing to defend the ring. It's too dangerous."

"It's okay, I just looked at it for a while, and I think the strength of the people here is average. If I can't beat these people, how can I get the top [-] in the trial meeting?" Jiang Qiongxing has reason and evidence, and it doesn't seem to be a moment. "Besides, I didn't mainly decide to go up to beat him."

She just wants to make money.

(End of this chapter)