The villain is going to be a giant in women's clothing [Transmigration Book]

What fell into their ears was not the woman's weak cry of pain, but the intensified sound of body collisions.

Just listening to the sound of hitting makes people feel pain in the flesh.

A female disciple had a guess in her heart, so she asked the male companion around her, and found that Chi Cheng was faintly showing signs of being evenly matched with her opponent!

How can this be?

They cast their disbelieving gazes over, only to find that Chi Cheng and the male disciple had actually wrestled steadily. Even people with no discernment could tell that the strength of the two of them should be on par.

"Impossible!" Someone whispered: "How could Chi Cheng be so powerful? If someone else had a chance, but this is..."

The reason why everyone felt that Chi Cheng was doomed to lose this time was because he was unlucky and won a top five big shot out of fifty people.

Even if he does have the ability to be in the top [-], he will probably lose miserably under this man's hands.

Everyone had the answer in their hearts. If it wasn't for the prohibition of gambling in the High Heaven Pavilion, it is estimated that there would be several big gamblers appearing in the next moment, betting on the outcome of these two.

Assuming that the gambling market really existed, Chicheng's odds were estimated to be one thousand.

There was an elder who had always been famous for his poisonous tongue standing on the stage, his eyes fixed on the two people who were fighting on the field, his lips were trembling faintly: "Genius! Genius..."

It is self-evident who this "genius" is.

The male disciple opposite Chi Cheng had also been evaluated by this elder.

At that time, this male disciple had been promoted to three ranks within a year, his cultivation had improved rapidly, and he had another epiphany.

But at this time, he was accidentally seen by the elders.

This male disciple who is well-known in other people's mouths can only get a "so-so" evaluation from the elders.

The male disciple was very unconvinced, but the elder was famous in the sect for his piercing eyes, and even if his words were harsh, none of them were wrong.

Once he said that Shi Mingzhi was "defective in yin and yang, and he might die soon", so he was so angry that Shi Mingzhi went crazy, and he directly sued his ancestors.

The old ancestor summoned the elders and wanted to punish him for Shi Mingzhi.

But after discussing with the old ancestor, the old ancestor actually agreed with his point of view, spoke good words to him in front of the pavilion master, and did not forget to send Shi Mingzhi to him, asking him to help discipline him .

It is such an elder who has hardly praised others, who actually uses the word "genius" to describe Chi Cheng at this time?

Even if other people say that Chi Cheng is a "genius", it seems exaggerated to everyone, let alone this poisonous elder who never compliments politely!

Someone next to him heard his evaluation, turned his head a little unconvinced, and argued with him: "This old man, even if you think Chi Cheng is good and like her, you can't brag about her strength! In case you praise her too much But, God can’t see it, what can I do.”

It can be seen that this brother is a real black fan of Chi Cheng, no matter what others say, he is firmly on the opposite side of Chi Cheng.

The elder frowned slightly, but after a while, he looked up at the situation in the field and laughed: "Since you don't believe what I said, how about we make a bet?"

"What bet?" Hearing the bet, the black fan got angry.

"Just bet on winning or losing this game." The elder raised his hand and nodded at the two people in the mustard space: "I'm sure Chicheng will definitely win."

The black fan followed the elder's fingers and found that the situation on the field had changed.

What looked like an evenly matched sparring scene turned into Chi Cheng dodging and male disciples chasing and slashing.

"This old man, take care of yourself," the black fan sneered, "Looking at the current state, is there any possibility of Chi Cheng's comeback? I don't know where he came from to improvise, and he learned a few tricks, which are very useful." It's pretty good... It's a pity that after a long time, I missed the show."

The voices of the two of them were not low, and people nearby could vaguely hear them.

Seeing that the elders and black fans couldn't convince each other, they also joined the camp and conquered the opposite side.

The elder grabbed the black fan and made an oath: "In this case, how about we two come to gamble?"

Heifan took a look at the elder, and saw that he was wearing all treasures and magic weapons, and there was a huge interspatial ring on his hand. At first glance, he knew that there must be a lot of good things.

His excitement also picked up: "How to gamble?"

"Just bet on the outcome of the two of them. If you win, you can choose any item from my space ring to take away; if I win, you have to kneel down and kowtow three times to Chi Cheng, saying ' Convinced my aunt'."

After the elder finished speaking, he sat back on his seat and leisurely rotated the interspatial ring on his hand.

The black powder glanced at the elder's finger, but still couldn't help asking: "Can I see what's in your interspatial ring first? If it's empty, wouldn't I get nothing?"

As soon as his words fell, the elder sneered: "It really measures the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

After finishing speaking, he directly took out a few magical artifacts from the interspatial ring.

These instruments were all radiant, and as soon as they appeared in the field, they attracted the attention of most people on the field.

The black powder's eyes were all red.

These are good things that he may never get after working so hard all his life!

So he didn't hesitate any longer.He agreed to the bet: "No problem, I'll bet!"

"Yes." The elder nodded slowly, then looked around, and asked everyone to be witnesses of this small gamble: "Everyone, I made an appointment with him. If Chi Cheng wins, he will kneel down and kowtow to Chi Cheng, saying' My aunt, I was wrong, if Chicheng loses, he can take anything from my space ring at will."

"I heard it, I heard it."

"This man is really generous, he just sent the magic weapon."

"Why didn't I bet with him?"

Hearing someone sighing, the elder moved his ears, raised his expression again, carefully looked at the situation in the field, and finally raised the corners of his lips calmly.

Then, he cast his gaze across the venue: "Since there are people who want to bet with me, let's bet..."

As soon as he said this, hundreds of people stood up and said they wanted to bet with the elder.

The elder glanced at them with a half-smile, his eyes full of sympathy, as if he could see them kneel together in a short while.

A man looked at the elder's disdainful eyes and felt very uncomfortable, so he boldly shouted: "Hey, old man, don't be too confident, remember to see if there are enough things in the space ring, if we come It’s gone, but I’m going to get it from your cave.”

The elder glanced at him indifferently, and then responded coldly: "Of course, this elder is not cheating... I just hope that you don't keep your promises."

Hearing the elder's words, these disciples couldn't help shouting together no matter what they were thinking in their hearts, vowing that they would never go back on their word.

"That's good." The elder leaned his back on the chair, and stretched out his whole body comfortably: "You all sit down, don't worry, it will be over in a quarter of an hour."

"A quarter of an hour?" The black fan who took the lead had been confronting the elder regardless, so he couldn't miss it at this time: "I think they can finish it with a hundred moves, and as for the result, it must be Chicheng who you praised so much. Fly out."

"Oh?" The elder tilted his head slowly, and glanced at the black fans, his eyes were full of condescending smiles, with a bit of uncomfortable compassion: "Young people should keep a little sense when they speak, so as not to make them come back. .”

"I'm not worried about this," the black fan taunted back: "Elder, you should think about how to keep your family from going bankrupt."

Seeing that the black fan did not repent, the elder simply stopped talking to him, but adjusted his posture and continued to sit comfortably on the chair.

In the mustard space, the fierce battle between Chi Cheng and his opponent became more and more intense.

Chi Cheng shook his hand, feeling that his nerves and muscles had been mobilized, and every wave made him both excited and tired.

It was a hearty battle.

He squinted his eyes in enjoyment, planning to go to his opponent to thank him after the game, no matter whether he wins or loses.

It's just that even if he feels a little tired, he can still cope with the opponent's attack.

But the male disciple standing opposite him could no longer hold the long sword in his hand.

He didn't know why Chi Cheng had improved so much in the past few days... When he analyzed Chi Cheng's strength with his friends, he thought it was average?

The eyes of the few of them gathered together, the deviation shouldn't be so big, right?

Just as he was pondering the changes in Chi Cheng's strength, his wrist suddenly flicked, and he couldn't resist Chi Cheng's stabbing knife.

Under the eyes of everyone, the male disciple loosened his fingers, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

The decline is obvious.

The crowd was in an uproar, and almost all the disciples stood up in disbelief, not understanding why the originally oppressive situation suddenly changed, and instantly reversed the entire battle situation.

The leader of the black fans who took the lead in shouting at the elder before was stunned in place, his eyes were frighteningly dull.

After a while, he suddenly thought of the oath he swore with the elder.

"I..." He swallowed hard, and the fingers pointing at him were shaking.

When betting with the elder before, he firmly believed that Chicheng would not be able to win, so no matter what the elder said, he waved his hand and gave it to him with full authority. Looking at Fang Qiu from a certain angle, he looked like a general returning from victory.

But looking at it now, does he still have a little general's heroism and arrogance?It's almost like a defeated cock.

After knocking out the opponent's weapon, the battle ended very quickly, almost a dozen moves, and Chi Cheng used his skill to lift the male disciple away.

The male disciple tried hard to get up from the ground, but no matter how hard he tried to support the ground with his arms, it didn't help.

Seeing that he hadn't stood up for a long time, the host announced Chi Cheng's victory.

When the word "victory" resounded throughout the arena, the peripheral audience also began their own emotional outbursts.

Some cheered and said that they believed in Chi Cheng, while others scolded Chi Cheng furiously for cheating, and some directly discovered the identity of their opponent, saying that it must be because of him that Chi Cheng was able to win.

All kinds of different remarks are combined together, like a hodgepodge, ugly and disgusting.

Some disciples who made a bet with the elder moved their bodies carefully when they saw that Chi Cheng had won, trying to escape the fate of kneeling and begging for mercy while others were not paying attention.

It's a pity that although the elder is always smiling, since he can become an elder, his cultivation is also online.

After realizing that someone wanted to escape, he restrained the smile on his face, stretched out his hand a little in the air, and directly pulled back the disciple who had already moved half of his body.

And his tone was frighteningly severe: "It's a matter of course that you are willing to gamble and admit defeat...Why, are you still planning to run away?"

As soon as the end of his words fell, the group of people was surrounded by more than a dozen disciples of the elder.

The number of disciples of this elder can be ranked in the forefront among the elders in the entire Ling Xiao Pavilion.

Those outstanding disciples of his obediently guarded these people at this moment, and when Chi Cheng came out, they escorted them to kneel down to Chi Cheng one by one.

And the disciple who was about to escape just now had his arms locked, and he was the first to start.

Seeing the humiliation and unwillingness on their faces, the onlookers all began to rejoice that they were not greedy for petty gains.

Otherwise, they are the ones standing there now.

At the same time, they also vaguely had an idea in their hearts: don't easily challenge Chi Cheng or openly question his strength, because it is very likely that you will suffer in the end.

The male disciple who was against Chi Cheng was talking nonsense before the match, wishing he could just hammer Chi Cheng into the ground.

But in the end, it was him who lost face.

Seeing Chicheng walking towards him, the male disciple thought that he was coming to humiliate him, and returned to him what he had said before, so he stepped back in a panic, watching Chance exit the mustard space.

Immediately after, Chi Cheng also walked out.

After he came out, Chi Cheng wanted to walk up to his opponent and pretend to care, but just as he raised his foot, he saw a handsome senior standing in front of him, inviting him with a smile on his face: " Junior sister, our master invites you to go over."

"Are you...?" Chi Cheng tilted his head curiously.

The brother smiled, then pointed to a place not far from Elder Liu: "My master is Elder Yan, I believe you have heard of it."

Chi Cheng was aware of Elder Yan's reputation, so after a little recollection, he responded, "Well, Elder Yan's seriousness is recognized by the entire sect."

But what did Elder Yan want him to do?The two of them do not violate the water of the river...

"It's like this, the master wants to give you a big gift, I hope you can go and get it." The senior brother still smiled innocently.

He usually has such a character, that's why Elder Yan sent him to meet Chi Cheng.

But from Chi Cheng's point of view, there must be something big waiting for him.

At this moment, Chi Cheng cast his eyes on Elder Liu for help, but found that Elder Liu did not come down to greet him this time.

He just sat on the upper floor, looking at him with a smile.

From the looks of it, Elder Yan shouldn't be malicious, right?

Chi Cheng took a small breath, then followed his senior brother to Elder Yan's side.

Elder Yan was a thin middle-aged man, although his face was slightly treacherous, but the gentle smile on his face at this time perfectly neutralized the discomfort, giving Chi Cheng a rare feeling of spring breeze.

Seeing Elder Yan, Chi Cheng stabilized his mind, and then wanted to bend down to salute.

In his imagination, Elder Yan should sit firmly on the chair, wait until Chi Cheng stood up straight, and then say what he wanted to say, and deal with him in a perfect elder style.

However, this is not the case.

As soon as Chi Cheng bent down and wanted to salute, he saw Elder Yan stepped forward to help him up without hesitation, the kindness in his eyes almost turned into reality: "Get up, get up, I can't afford your big gift."

Elder Yan... What kind of attitude is this?

Shocked by the sudden enthusiasm, Chi Cheng was in a daze, until Elder Yan pushed him down on the chair beside him, and managed to recover.

He collected himself, looked around, and found that the expressions of the onlookers were similar to his.

So he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, raised half of his body respectfully, and asked Elder Yan: "Elder, what do you want me for?"

"It's nothing." Elder Yan sat up straight, and then raised his palms: "It's just that during your competition, I made a bet with some people, and now I just want you to collect the bet."

"Receive the bet?" Chi Cheng, who didn't know the cause and effect, was a little at a loss.

Seeing that Chi Cheng couldn't figure out the situation, the senior brother who guided him over explained the situation to him in a low voice: "Junior sister, master made a bet with these people, saying that if you win, they will kneel down to you together Apologies, if you lose, they can choose anything from the master's interspatial ring at will."

"Ah?" Chi Cheng didn't expect such a big bet, and was a little confused for a while: "I...is this too exaggerated?"

If he was in the mustard space, knowing that Elder Yan had made such an oath, he would definitely try his best to win as soon as possible, instead of fighting his opponent for a long time just to hone his skills.

Before the little brother said anything, Elder Yan answered happily: "I'm not someone who bets casually. Since I'm sure you can win, you must have the capital and strength to win... Otherwise, I'm not a fool. You won’t give magic tools to others at will.”

Chi Cheng hadn't stayed in the High Heaven Pavilion for long, and had heard of Elder Yan's reputation.

One of the adjectives that came to his ears the most was "spicy".

This "spicy" is not a derogatory term, but it is indeed not a good word.

When everyone mentions him, most of them are in a state of awe.

But this person who attracted the awe of many disciples unexpectedly collapsed, pulling his face... a face of admiration?

Although Chi Cheng didn't mind others betting on him, and was willing to accept the final reward, but thinking of many men and women older than him kneeling and apologizing, he felt a little uncomfortable.

So, he tentatively looked sideways at Elder Yan: "The disciple received the elder's kindness, but...isn't this very good?"

Seeing that Elder Yan frowned, as if he was about to get angry, Chi Cheng hurriedly added: "I'm not their elder, and being kneeled here and there is a bit uncomfortable, why don't they use other things instead, give me spirit stones or cheat books? "

"That's a good idea." Elder Yan's eyes gradually brightened again: "I thought you would soften your heart!"

If he really begged to let them go, Elder Yan might still appreciate Chi Cheng, but he would never get close to him again.

Facing Elder Yan's admiration, Chi Cheng smiled slightly: "After all, it is a gift from the elder, so I naturally have to accept it carefully."

"Okay!" Elder Yan clapped his hands and laughed, and immediately followed up with the conversation: "In this case, I will give you some face... These people, as long as they can come up with something that satisfies me, I can let them go."

His words successfully brightened the eyes of some people.

These people usually portray a cold image, and they will never kneel down no matter what.

Therefore, when they heard the possibility of reining in the precipice, they all fixed their eyes on Elder Yan, and those who were even more anxious stepped forward directly, wanting to show Elder Yan the things in the space ring.

The disciples guarding the edge of the crowd quickly stopped them.

And Elder Yan ordered from outside: "Release those in front, and I'll see what you can come up with, so I can give you a baseline."

Hearing Elder Yan's order, the two disciples in the center turned their bodies sideways to let those people out.

Elder Yan sat lazily on a chair, watching them running towards him with small steps.

Chi Cheng sat beside Elder Yan obediently, with his hands folded on his lap, his eyes curiously following the footsteps of people passing by, and he looked like an ignorant girl.

Chi Cheng raised his brows upon receiving these people's veiled glances, and then stretched out his hand to push Elder Yan: "Elder, I want to file a complaint."

"What's the matter?" Hearing that Chi Cheng was going to sue, Elder Yan excitedly turned his head and looked at Chi Cheng.

And Chicheng paused for a moment, then stretched out his hand, and pointed at the disciples standing in front of Elder Yan: "He, him, and him...the three of them just glared at me."

"Okay." Elder Yan clapped his hands: "These three people, don't show me what you have brought, go back directly."

"What?" A male disciple with a more explosive temper exploded on the spot: "Why?"

After all, he stared fixedly at Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng suspected that if Elder Yan was not still on the spot, the male disciple would have charged straight up and tore him to pieces.