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The moment he said this, an uproar broke out. Not mentioning the disciples of the other sword peaks, even the disciples of the main peaks were looking at him in surprise. "The disciples of the main peak, although dissatisfied with Lu Cangsheng's victory, were still very convinced of his strength.

There was no first place for literature, and there was no second place for martial arts. People's reputations in cultivation were all made up, not made up. They had no choice but to give Lu Cangsheng the title of number one, but they understood that they did not have the strength to change all this.

"Who is this person?" He's not even twenty yet, but he has snow-white hair. "

"This kid's name is Fan Wuji, he's a new inner disciple that challenged the Sword Tower's fourth floor."

"Passing the fourth level of the Sword Tower has good combat power. But it was only good. There are many disciples in the inner sect that are able to pass the fourth floor. "

"He's so young. At most, he's only at the middle stage of the Spirit Sea Realm. How dare he talk big?"

"He's still too young. There's almost no one in the inner court who can defeat a half-step King. Furthermore, Lu Cangsheng is not an ordinary half-step King."

These inner disciples who were watching the fight outside the combat zone were in groups of seven or eight and were discussing animatedly amongst themselves. These people actually didn't think much of Fan Wuji.

The Earth Immortal, who was the referee, once again spoke with a vigorous voice, "You youngster, why are you unconvinced that Lu Cangsheng is ranked first in the inner sect? He can use his own strength to fight his way out one step at a time. "

"Because I haven't participated in this year's inner sect competition yet." Fan Wuji looked straight into the depths of the valley and shouted.

"I remember that this time, twenty-one inner court disciples gave up. One person gave up his future because he was deemed to have given up on himself. Which one are you? " the referee asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

Fan Wuji waved his hand, and said softly, "This disciple had previously meditated and lost track of time. It was the disciple who had timed out his future. The inner sect competition was a gathering of all the inner sect disciples. If the disciples did not participate, then let Lu Cangsheng obtain the first place. This way, his name will be false. "

"Don't even try to pester me. You clearly chose to exceed the limit of your own future by choosing to give up. Today, Lu Cangsheng took first place, which brought you here late, so why is it reasonable to say that you were unconvinced? " The voice of the referee was extremely loud, like a thunderclap that shook the heavens. It was quite impressive.

Fan Wuji looked to the side and asked, "Does Lu Cangsheng dare to fight? Of course I'm late, you can refuse. But the name of your inner court disciple. I won't admit it. "

At this moment, it was a provocation, but also a scheme. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Fan Wuji invited him to battle in such an overbearing manner. If Lu Cangsheng refused, he would be able to obtain the honor of number one in the inner sect, and his reputation would be greatly tarnished. There would always be some gossip and gossip about him being afraid of Fan Wuji.

"You want to fight?" "Let's fight." Lu Cangsheng did not mince words and only faintly said those five words.

At this moment, all of the inner disciples were looking at Fan Wuji with pity in their eyes. Many of them had watched Lu Cangsheng's battle before, and some of them had even personally experienced his terror. Even those disciples that knew Fan Wuji didn't dare to look favorably on him. In the eyes of the crowd, there was no suspense in this match. Lu Cangsheng was definitely the victor.

At this time, the judge in the depths of the valley pondered for a while and said, "Since Lu Cangsheng has agreed to the challenge, then I, the referee, will make an exception and compete. If Fan Wuji won, he would be able to replace Lu Cangsheng as number one. However, if you lose, I will naturally report this to the Peak Masters, and they will punish you for disturbing the Large Competition. "

Lu Cangsheng glanced at Fan Wuji and said, "Junior Brother Fan, finish this quickly. I'm still in a hurry, so I can't waste my time on a small disciple like you."

Hearing his scornful words, Fan Wuji shook his head and sneered, "Senior Brother Lu, you just fought a fierce battle. If I were to fight now, even if I won, I would lose my reputation of being unfit to win. I'll give you two hours to rest and wait for your spirit energy to recover to its peak before you fight. "

Soon, the two of them reached an agreement. They decided to start the second round of the inner sect competition two hours later.

At this time, a few lucky inner disciples actually opened their mouths in the Sword Dueling Valley and gambled on the results of this match. Surprisingly, what they were betting on was not. In this competition, who would obtain the real victory, but rather, they were betting that Fan Wuji would be able to withstand a few of Lu Cangsheng's moves.

"I bet Fan Wuji will be killed instantly."

"From the looks of it, he should have some skill. I'll use three moves."

"Two moves. At most two moves. Even if Senior Brother Lu underestimates your opponent one move, your second move will still instantly kill him. "

Many inner disciples began to place their bets while still playing the game. There were so many disciples, but none of them were optimistic about Fan Wuji.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree.

Lu Cangsheng was the Chief of the Slaughter Sword Summit, and he had defeated several other Chief of the Sword Summit in this time's inner sect competition. On the other hand, Fan Wuji was just a new inner disciple who had not been in the inner sect for long. With this thought, no one thought that Fan Wuji would win, but it was reasonable.

All of a sudden, the inner court disciples who had run to the betting stands were filled with a dense crowd of people. When they raised their eyes to look, they were completely surrounded by a black mass of people. Just at this moment, Fan Wuji leisurely squeezed into the crowd. He quickly arrived in front of the disciples who were betting on him.

"What is it? Junior brother Fan, you come and place your bet as well. I say, you're really thick-skinned enough to actually dare to challenge Senior Brother Lu. " A shifty disciple mocked.

Another short and fat disciple waved his hand and said with a smile, "There's no difference if you bet or not. Since Junior Fan came to bet, how could we reject him? Go ahead. Junior brother Fan, you bet on how many moves you can take from senior brother Lu. Of course, you can't choose to be killed instantly. "Then you have the possibility of cheating."0

"The wager here is that I will be able to receive a few moves from Senior Brother Lu. Why isn't Senior Martial Brother Lu able to receive a few of my moves? Or rather, why don't I have a choice to bet on myself to win? " Fan Wuji stared coldly at the two of them as he asked.

"I'm dying of laughter. How many moves did Senior Martial Brother Lu receive from you? Junior brother Fan, your divine technique is the best in the world. We are all ashamed of ourselves. "Hahaha." The shifty looking disciple said and laughed in an exaggerated manner.

"There will always be victories in battle. I bet on myself to win this battle, but it's too much. " Fan Wuji lightly said.

The short and fat disciple rolled his eyes and thought for a while before saying, "Okay. Junior brother Fan, you can bet on yourself to win. And the odds were 1: 20. If you win, you get twenty times that. "I wonder how many Spiritfount Pills you placed on me, Junior Fan?"

"Spiritfount Pill?" Sorry. I don't have a single Spiritfount Pill on me. " Fan Wuji calmly said.

At this time, the short and fat disciple's expression suddenly changed, and he coldly said, "Junior Brother Fan, are you messing with us? The Spiritfount Pill is the currency used by our inner disciples. If you don't have any pills, how can you possibly place any bets? "

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