After reading the game to understand the protagonist's chance, she took all of them.

Chapter 157 Long Aotian, you must win

Taoist Qinghe did not expect Nan Xianzhi to say such pleasing words in public. He just bowed and apologized to Taoist Qingxuan with a smile.

He said that his disciple was young and spoke rudely, and then he let the matter go.

"Nan Xianzhi has a bad temper. Since you have accepted her as your disciple, why don't you discipline her well?" Master Qingxuan said in a cold voice.

"Yes, yes, I will discipline her well." Qinghe smiled without saying anything and continued to laugh.

The highlight of the preparation has not yet arrived, so Master Qinghe is naturally not in a hurry.

After finishing the first game, Bai Lan saved the game on the spot, and then found a high ground to sit down.

As time passed, she counted the day's wins and losses in the ring, and then circled a dozen ring duels and time periods marked in red.

Those circled out are all typical examples of fighting skills where everyone was pessimistic about them at first, but in the end they were able to defeat those at a lower level.

There are thousands of cases of counter-killing, and Long Aotian and Bai Ling each account for half.

The halo of the child of destiny is very useful. This time, we will use their halo to make a fortune.

At that time, you only need to go back to the old way and you can make a lot of money. If any accidents occur in the middle, you will still have time to read the file and make adjustments.

Reloading the game again, the time goes back to when Bai Lan had just finished the first game.

After explaining the plan to Qi Xiaoru, Qi Xiaoru was confused: "Although, let me interrupt you, how can you be sure that they will win?"

"I have been observing these people for a long time, and they are all very strong."

"That's it?"

Facing the other party's puzzled gaze, Bai Lan continued to nod: "Have you forgotten that I can tell fortunes?"

"You can calculate this? You calculated that they will definitely win?" Qi Xiaoru was shocked.

"more or less."

Qi Xiaoru's eyes lit up: "Then can you figure out who my master is? Where is he now?"

Qi Xiaoru’s master?

......far away in the sky, yet close at hand.

The system, who was watching the fun with its sleeves tucked in, was suddenly named. Its face froze and it waved its hands repeatedly: "Host, please don't tell anyone. I'm afraid of Qi Xiaoru. The physical cultivators in your world of cultivation are all as strong as bulls. If my acting skills are exposed and she slaps me to death..."

Although she didn't understand why the Omnics were afraid of death, but...

"......" Bai Lan was silent for a moment, looked at Qi Xiaoru, and shook his head: "I can't figure it out."

Qi Xiaoru was disappointed for a moment, then nodded secretly.

Bai Lan's divination skills are so powerful, but he couldn't figure out his master's origins. It seems that his master is really a hermit master.

It seems that the destiny has not arrived yet. As my brother said, maybe I am not diligent enough in my practice?

Qi Xiaoru sighed slightly and decided to go back and practice all night instead of resting.

Looking at Qi Xiaoru's leaving back, the system finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Bai Lan shook her head and smiled. She was not idle either. She had to work at the same time as Qi Xiaoru to earn double the spirit stones.

After looking around and confirming Long Aotian's location, Bai Lan walked with a smile to the arena where Long Aotian was fighting in the distance. He took out a table and a cushion like Qi Xiaoru from his storage bag, found a corner, and placed them there.

The old grandfather in Long Aotian's mind was the first to discover Bai Lan's trace. Just when he became alert and thought that Bai Lan was going to do something secretly to harm Long Aotian.

Then Bai Lan sat down and began...

"My fellow disciples, don't miss this opportunity if you pass by. You only need ten spirit stones to place a bet. With just one spirit stone for a blood-recovering pill, you can hopefully double your earnings!"

There is no shortage of gamblers at any time, especially in a place like the world of cultivation. When the atmosphere under the fighting stage is very heated, many spectators flock over.

"Interesting! I'll bet ten spirit stones! On Li Mi!"

"I recognize that Long Aotian. He is a loser who can't even beat a chores disciple. This match is a foregone conclusion."

"That makes sense. Even if there is no such relationship, no one would be stupid enough to bet on Long Aotian. Li Mi is a cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage. He is extremely powerful and is the seeded player in this sect competition."

"I lost ten spirit stones to Wang Yuyu before, and I have to earn them back from Li Mi today! I bet ten!"

"I bet fifty spirit stones..."

Although most cultivators bet small amounts such as ten or fifty spirit stones, once the base is large, the number of spirit stones earned in the end will be considerable.

Li Mi on the stage listened to the discussions below the stage, a smile appeared on his lips, and he looked at Long Aotian opposite him, and said in a proud tone: "If you admit defeat, you can still avoid the pain of fighting. Otherwise, if you fight with me, you will inevitably get hurt."

"Hmph, there is no word 'surrender' in my, Long Aotian's dictionary!" Long Aotian spoke in a cold voice, but he was feeling a little confused in his heart.

He just vaguely heard a familiar voice from the noisy sounds around him, it seemed to be, that woman?

Not sure, listen again.

"Don't miss it if you pass by! If you ask me whether I bet on Li Mi or Long Aotian, then Li Mi is definitely better, without a doubt."

Long Aotian, who was on the stage with a fierce look on his face, couldn't help but glance sideways at the audience below.

A familiar voice, a familiar figure, doing something unfamiliar to him.

In Long Aotian's impression, nothing good will happen as long as he sees Bai Lan.

"Long Aotian, you must win. If you lose accidentally and make me pay for the spirit stones, I will have to earn them back from your storage bag in the future." Bai Lan smiled and sent a message to Long Aotian on the stage.

"you!"

She is running a gambling stall and using herself to make spirit stones!!!

Long Aotian, who had been looking up at the sky at a 40-degree angle with great imposing manner, suddenly lost his composure and became so angry that his veins popped out. He just wanted to turn around and leave.

For a moment he didn't even want to participate in the competition. He just wanted to leave Qingyuan Sect and stay away from Bai Lan.

Those were words of encouragement, but Bai Lan's sarcastic tone, as if he was coveting his storage bag, made him feel really angry.

The hand holding the sword gradually became stiff, and Long Aotian's teeth were grinding.

"Kid! Calm down, your mind is unstable again." The old man in Long Aotian's mind said in a deep voice: "Don't let the words of that witch affect your mind. Calm down and fight well. Your opponent is very difficult, but if you are cautious, you still have a chance to win."

"I know, Master..." Long Aotian gritted his teeth in hatred, but he could only suppress the anger in his heart.

"She did it on purpose. She wanted to disturb your state of mind and make you lose your mind so that you can't understand it?" The old man said helplessly: "If you continue like this, she will become your inner demon and trap you for life."

“Is this witch really my inner demon? If I had known this…” Long Aotian closed his eyes: “I won’t be disturbed by her, don’t worry, Master.”

"Even if you can't beat Bai Lan, you must strive to get into the top ten of this competition. You must participate in the five-sect joint competition after the Qingyuan Sect competition." The old man said in a deep voice: "Your goal is that piece of soul-nourishing wood, remember."

The five words "I can't beat Bai Lan" made Long Aotian grit his teeth, because the truth is often the most heartbreaking.

"Don't worry, Master. I will definitely get the Soul Nurturing Tree for you."

Long Aotian's expression turned ruthless. He tried hard to ignore the voice of Bai Lan that sounded like a devil's voice surrounding a pillar in his ears. He swung his sword horizontally and rushed towards his opponent.

Long Aotian's opponent Li Mi has reached the great perfection of the Qi Refining Stage, and it is another typical battle between a low level and a high level.

But Long Aotian is best at killing those at a higher level with those at a lower level. His biggest golden finger is the old man in the God Transformation Stage in his mind.

Now the old man's soul is in urgent need of the soul-nourishing wood to stabilize it. Since it concerns himself, the old man will naturally do his best to help Long Aotian win.

The people watching around were not interested at first and all bets were placed on the opponent, which was exactly what Bai Lan wanted.

Looking at Long Aotian on the stage with a smile, Bai Lan turned his head to look at the system beside him: "How long do you think Long Aotian's duel will end?"

"The host is in a hurry to get angry with Bai Ling next time." The system said in a sad tone.