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The cultivator listened to Hong Yulong's words and wisely left. With his mere late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, he must have consumed countless pills to reach this point. How could he possibly provoke Coco and those High Legs in the arena, angering someone? It was a matter of life and death, and he had to tread carefully on the Righteous Path.
"I won't gamble, but I can guarantee that I'm never wrong when I speak."
He was confident.
"How about we bet ten thousand spirit stones?"
He had already stated that he wouldn't gamble.
"Then how can I be sure Jiang Anbo can't win?"
"He definitely can't win."
"Then let's bet."
Changdong and his opponent exchanged heated words, clearly bored out of their minds, yet their battle escalated with each exchange.
From the very beginning, they used techniques like the Little Thunderbolt Book and Cloud Mist Technique, followed by Sword Pointing at Feather Fan. The sounds of clashing metal echoed continuously as they engaged in nearly a hundred exchanges. Yet, it was clear that neither side was gaining an advantage. Onlookers were eager to see who would come out on top.
However, Jiang Anbo couldn't shake off his unease. He vividly remembered how Zhu Lan had been defeated earlier; he couldn't forget what had happened right before his eyes in such a short time. No matter how he changed his tactics, it seemed like Mistake had anticipated every move, leaving Jiang Anbo feeling powerless and frustrated.
The spectators were murmuring among themselves, trying to discern who among the two was superior. Suddenly, one of them recalled something: "Tu Ling! Tu Ling!"
"I don't want to be seen as just another cultivator from the Jiangnan region, nor do I want to be compared to those local cultivators. Why don't I have some renown?"
"Don't underestimate me, fellow cultivator. I've only recently emerged from seclusion, so naturally, I lack fame and am not known among the Easterners."
He thought about defeating his opponent just like he had defeated that guy earlier. But he was warned that he wouldn't underestimate him like that other fellow did.
"Isn't it?"
Watching as Little Taoist gently waved his feather fan with his left leg, Jiang Anbo, who was supposed to deflect the fan with his sword, muttered a curse under his breath and then fell to the ground from Tian Zai.
Gu Ping, who was observing from the sidelines, widened his eyes in confusion, unsure of what had just happened. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was some kind of spell or a trick like the one performed by Ling Yan.
I wonder what that person’s background is.
As he watched Jiang Anbo walk away from the arena, Dong Lai, holding the spirit stones he had won, asked Jiang Anbo about it.
"I don't know," Jiang Anbo replied, puzzled as he saw Gu Ping putting away the spirit stones. "Where did those spirit stones come from?"
"I won them," Gu Ping said.
"Won them? How did you win?"
"Someone placed a bet on who would win between us. Hong Yulong said I would definitely lose," Gu Ping grinned widely.
"So you bet on that guy to win?"
"Of course! He pressured me into it, and then lost the spirit stones," Gu Ping shrugged innocently.
"That guy really has no friends."
Jiang Anbo glanced at Hong Yulong, staring intently at Tu Ling. It seemed he had figured something out.
He looked like someone from Kunlun Mountain.
The legendary Kunlun Mountain, a place said to be a peaceful realm untouched by the world, how could it possibly have disciples emerging from it?
How would I know about those things?
The Tree Ancestor knows far more than I do.
Then why can't I discern that person's origins?
He hasn't seen them either; it's all hearsay. Can't I just guess?
What he said is wrong.
Hong Yulong suddenly interjected, leaving Gu Ping somewhat puzzled.
Seeing Jiang Anbo stifling a laugh nearby, Gu Ping quickly realized that Hong Yulong was implying he had no friends. He immediately gave Jiang Anbo a playful jab, causing him to suppress his laughter and continue listening to the two discuss that person's background.
For now, Buqi, where do you think he came from? Do you think he could be my mistake?
What do you think?
Well, you won't know until you try.
Indeed, you only find out by trying.
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