Chapter 175: Gambling to Liven Up the Fun

Mo Juren, like the man in front of the team, stepped into the mist covering the entrance.

I just took a step forward, but my body felt as if it was floating up from one place and suddenly moved to another place.

This feeling was just like when he was performing the Luoyan Step, he moved from one place to another in an instant.

As expected, as soon as I entered the secret city, I felt that I had entered a huge space. Judging from the size of this place, it is absolutely impossible that I am still in the Fantasy Building. I must have moved to another place.

In the middle of the secret city was a large platform that was nearly ten feet long and wide, sunken ten feet deep, with nothing on it. Stone steps were carved out all around, surrounding the central platform in circles.

Many monks had already come in from the front. They were scattered on the stone steps, some standing and some sitting, quietly waiting for something.

After a while, Honglian and Madam Xiang also came in one after another.

Mo Juren pulled the two of them aside and deliberately drew red dots on the edges of their headgear to make it easier for him to distinguish them.

After that, he gave them a few instructions and let them move around freely in the secret city as agreed, and then gather together when leaving.

The main reason was that Mo Juren heard from many people that there would be an auction in the secret city, and there might be something he needed, so he made up an excuse to get the two of them away.

After Mo Juren was alone, since he had just arrived and didn't know anything, he first found a stone stair in the middle where there were not many people, and sat down cross-legged without saying a word.

After a while, the formation at the entrance disappeared, and the secret city was officially opened. Three or four hundred monks dressed in black came in.

Everyone looked towards the large sunken platform in the middle, and saw a presiding monk wearing the same black clothes but with a red silk belt around his waist slowly stepping into the center of the platform and announcing,
"Welcome all fellow Taoists. I declare that today's secret market officially begins!"

"First, we have the opening gambling show. Today's performer is at the initial stage of foundation building! Spirit Slave No. 5!"

Following the announcement by the red belt host, waves of cheers came from around Mo Juren.

"Good, good, good! Spirit Slave No. 5 finally shows up again."

"That's great! Finally I see the No. 5 spirit slave again. I want to bet big..."

"It's a rare spiritual slave in the foundation-building stage. What do you think? Do you dare to go up and fight?"

"That's exactly what I meant. Watch me beat up the foundation building!"

Mo Juren was surprised when he heard this. A foundation-building cultivator was actually called a spirit slave? And he even participated in the gambling fight? It seemed that the organizer of this secret market had extraordinary means.

The red belt host continued,
"Very good, it seems that Spirit Slave No. 5 has quite a few fans. Friends from the Secret City can go and sign up on their own. The fee is the same as before, ten Spirit Stones."

"I would also like to explain to the new Taoist friends that the No. 5 Spirit Slave can accept free challenges from less than five people."

"The rules are that spirit slaves can only use spells, and the challenger can only be at the Qi Refining level, but there is no limit to the means. You can freely use magic tools, talismans and spells, but you are not allowed to use poison or talismans, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!"

"Everyone who succeeds in the challenge will receive fifty spirit stones. If you lose, your life or death will be at your own risk."

Mo Juren thought, so that's how it is. With five against one and limiting the strength of the foundation-building spirit slaves, no wonder these monks around him are eager to sign up. After a while, the number of registrations was full, and the red belt host said,

"Okay, the five challengers have been selected. Please come forward and show your magic weapons so that the Taoist friends on the stage can choose one to bet on!"

On the secret market platform, the two gambling parties stood on the left and right sides, accepting the scrutiny of the audience.

On the left is the spirit slave number five, his hands and feet are tied with iron chains. Although he is dressed in black, the hood has been removed, revealing his disheveled hair and weathered face.

He closed his eyes and had empty hands, but just by standing there, he felt a foundation-building aura coming from him.

On the right are five black-clad monks of different statures, holding different magical weapons in their hands, including swords, bells, guns and talismans. They all volunteered to come on stage and dared to fight against the foundation-building monks. They were probably quite confident in their own strength.

"Okay, both sides of the bet are ready. The strength of the challengers is as follows: Challenger No. 1 is at the tenth level of Qi Refining, with a mid-level magic weapon, the Changfeng Sword, and is good at fire magic. Challenger No. 2..."

As the red-belt host introduced each of them one by one, the information of the five monks who were going to challenge was also made public.

These five challengers all have the cultivation level of the ninth or tenth level of Qi Refining. With such a lineup and five against one, many cultivators believe that both sides have a chance of winning and start placing bets.

The so-called betting is to hand spirit stones to the monks in the audience, and then mark the number of spirit stones on the identification card in your hand. After it is registered by a special person, the gambling game officially begins.

Spirit Slave No. 5 was a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Whether it was because of his status as a servant or for some other reason, he stood motionless on one side, as if he was trying to use stillness to overcome movement, and allowed the five challengers to attack first.

The five challengers on the opposite side seemed to have a response strategy in advance. They quickly attacked Ling Nu from the front with swords and guns.

One person was supporting from behind, with magic spells flying in his hands, as if he was preparing for some big move. The remaining two went around to the left and right to cooperate in the attack.

The sword-wielding monk came closer, and the magic weapon Changfeng Sword in his hand flew out with a whistling sound, hitting the face of spirit slave No. 5 directly.

The monk with a spear rushed forward a little further, and swept his spear, bringing out bursts of red light, blocking the attack space in front.

The teamwork between the two was excellent, but Spirit Slave No. 5 was not panicked at all. He stretched out his hand in mid-air and with just one move of the object-driving technique he stopped the long sword that was attacking his face, preventing it from advancing an inch.

The spiritual power of the foundation-building cultivator was indeed very different. Although his common technique of driving objects failed to directly take away the magic weapon, the sword was almost out of control.

The sword-wielding monk had no choice but to stop and cast a spell with all his strength to get his sword back.

The spear monk on the other side also returned empty-handed after a sweep. When he was exhausted, he suddenly felt a huge force from the magic weapon. He involuntarily attacked to the left side of the spirit slave No. 5. With a ding sound, he collided with the bell-wielding monk who attacked from the side.

The magic weapons of the two men made a loud noise, which made the sword-wielding monk who was close to him slow down for a moment. The long sword in front of him suddenly lost control and was driven to the right by the No. 5 spirit slave, hitting another attacker and being blocked by his armor.

As a result, the first wave of attack by the four people was instantly broken up, and they hurriedly put away their magic weapons and retreated.

Behind them, there was a sudden roar, and the four of them quickly separated to the sides and avoided it...

(End of this chapter)