You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 172: Betting on Storage Magical Instruments.

Looking at the spirit stone in his hand, Liu Jiakai was a little confused.

But he subconsciously came to the gambling table and bet the nearly two thousand spirit stones on Changqing.

Yan Tunan, who was on the stage, looked at the figure slowly walking towards him, as if he was looking at a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, and his mouth was drooling.

Chang Qing walked up to the stage and said, "I am Chun Niuma, a disciple of the Yuling Sect, and I am here to challenge you, Senior Brother."

Yan Tunan glanced at Chang Qing and said, "Brother, do you know the value of the 'Thunder Stone'? I wonder what you would like to take out to gamble?"

Chang Qing pondered for a moment, took off his storage earrings, and said, "This is a storage device. Although the space is not particularly large, I think the value is enough. Can I use this as a condition for the bet?"

There was a flash of heat in Yan Tunan's eyes. Storage magic tools were extremely rare and in short supply, so they were naturally worth a piece of thunder-cutting stone.

Yan Tunan nodded and said, "Okay, this is enough."

The people on the stage became restless.

"Hiss~ Using storage instruments to gamble? This is too big a deal..."

"Is this guy a lunatic? Is there any money to burn in the bet on the storage magic weapon?"

"This magical weapon is probably worth several thunder stones. What a pity."

When the fat man who was placing the bet heard that Chang Qing had bet on another storage magic weapon, his eyes went dark and he said, "He's crazy!"

But then he gritted his teeth, put the spirit stones he had just won on Changqing again with an expression of fighting for his life, and murmured, "Senior Brother Wang must win! I'm betting all my family fortune."

As the market was about to open, Changqing's odds were even higher than the girl's, reaching nearly 1 to 11.

Many people followed suit and placed bets, thinking that the people of Changqing were stupid and had a lot of money.

"So you are my junior brother from Yuling Sect. I've heard of you for a long time. I wonder how we would compare?" When Yan Tunan heard that Changqing came from a subordinate sect of Feiyun Sect, a hint of pride unconsciously emerged in his eyes.

Chang Qing looked at the arrogance on Yan Tunan's face and felt relieved. His words made it very clear:

To despise the enemy is to despise yourself.

"Brother, how about this? You and I will each form a formation, without relying on any external objects, and only use spiritual power to build it. The time will be one stick of incense, and then you and I will break each other's formation. Whoever breaks it first wins. How about that?" Chang Qing expressed his idea.

Yan Tunan nodded and agreed: "Okay, let's compete like this."

The host outside the venue lit the incense. Chang Qing and Yan Tunan looked at each other, and their figures quickly separated to both sides of the stage.

The silk threads condensed by the spiritual power in the hands of the two people were flying, and the silk threads were shining like stars, as if the galaxy was flowing out of their hands, which was very spectacular.

Yan Tunan took out an array plate and placed the silk threads on the plate and kept weaving them together. On the other hand, Chang Qing did not see any array plate being taken out.

Because there are very few people who understand the formation, some people looked at the two busy people and were confused for a moment. The field was silent, with only the voice of an old man in his seventies echoing, constantly explaining.

This old man is also a renowned formation master, and he gave everyone a general idea of ​​the formation techniques used by the two of them.

"Constructing a formation is like embroidery, it requires a good framework as a foundation, which requires the understanding and proficiency of the formation.

Then there is the canvas, which is a blank array plate. Now they use their own spiritual power to construct an array on it, which is determined by the properties and strength of their own spiritual power.

The stitches and layout need to be balanced, and the most important thing is to match the eight trigrams and form the number of Zhoutian. In this way, a formation can be completed.

But the two were competing, and they would mix many tricks into the formation to protect the center of the formation from being broken by the other party, which made it a bit more complicated. However, there was only an incense stick of time, so I think they should all be formations of a single attribute, with only one center of the formation. "

The old man's voice spread throughout the entire venue, and many people who did not understand the formation had a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Changqing also heard it and thought the old man’s description was very vivid.

The old man looked at Yan Tunan and continued, "It seems that Yan Tunan is not just a name. Look, his spiritual power is pure and his movements are fast. Look at his techniques, he is very experienced and he sets up the formation quickly. Yan Tunan is worthy of the title of a genius in formation cultivation."

Soon, a golden array center was completed next to Yan Tunan, shining brightly.

This made everyone present marvel. After all, it was rare to see a formation master setting up a formation in front of people. It was an eye-opener for everyone.

"This is the centerpiece of the formation, and it's quite beautiful!" Many female cultivators were fascinated by Yan Tunan's handsome face, with loving eyes.

"He's handsome, and he's also very good at formations. I really want to have a baby with him!"

"Stop messing around. Senior Brother Tunan and I have already made a lifelong commitment. Forget about it."

"Nonsense, it's obviously me!!"

"Bah, he's obviously my husband!"

"My husband..."

"I am old..."

The female disciples were arguing with each other and the situation was chaotic.

......

Many male cultivators immediately cast hostile eyes towards Yan Tunan, and in an instant Yan Tunan became the public enemy of all male cultivators present.

At this time, the old man said again: "Yantunan's opponent, this... is not a little too relaxed..."

Suddenly everyone's attention was drawn to Changqing, who only had a simple formation prototype in his hand. At this moment, he was leisurely looking at Yan Tunan who was constantly setting up the formation.

"This kid, is he really a fool? He still has the leisure to watch the fun at this moment."

"He's definitely a money-giving boy. Why haven't I encountered such a person when I was on the field?!"

The little fat man wiped his face and said goodbye to his precious spirit stone in his heart.

"You're wearing a mask to cover yourself up, and yet you still want to compete with my Xiao Yanyan in formation. How ridiculous!" A woman who is as good as Li Kui said coquettishly.

The people around felt a chill and moved away.

Yan Tunan on the stage glanced in that direction and suddenly got goose bumps all over his body. The formation eye that had just been condensed in his hand almost collapsed.

After calming down, Yan Tunan realized that Chang Qing was looking at him, and immediately said, "Junior Brother Chun, are you admitting defeat?"

Chang Qing waved his hands and said, "No! I saw that Senior Brother Yan's technique is very skillful, so I wanted to see it for myself."

Yan Tunan smiled and said, "Please hurry up, brother. There is only half an incense stick of time left. Otherwise, others will say that I won unfairly."

Chang Qing looked at the half-stick of incense burning on the sidelines, let out a long sigh, and finally looked serious.

The image of Grandpa Zhao explaining the formation to me unconsciously emerged in my mind, as if he was right beside me at this moment.

The light in his hand lit up again, and the light black hair flowed and formed extremely tiny array symbols.

"Heaven, earth, thunder, wind, water, fire, mountain, and forest are the eight basic elements for constructing formations. Don't limit yourself to your own attributes, use your brain!"

Grandpa Zhao's voice seemed to ring in my ears, and his past admonitions and teachings resurfaced in my mind.

"Look!" someone in the stands suddenly pointed at Chang Qing and exclaimed.

"Fuck! What's going on? Are you hallucinating?"

"Is this true? This isn't cheating!"

The crowd suddenly became much noisier, as if they had seen something shocking.

The little fat boy was also shocked, his pupils dilated. A slight smile appeared on Ling Yu's lips. This was the Chang Qing he knew, who had always been so extraordinary.

Even the old man who was explaining the incident was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment.