Thank You, Two Fellow Taoists!

"Xuanyin Sect?"

When Zheng Chuan heard these three words, he immediately became energized again.

He looked toward the competition platform below.

Ye Han's location was quickly found.

At this moment,

Ye Han and the disciple of the Xuanyin Sect had already begun to fight. As soon as the two of them started, the intensity escalated.

Obviously,

Neither of them wanted to waste time.

After all,

There are many more competitions ahead today. If you can save even a bit of vitality, you can increase the possibility of winning in the next competition. "Ye Han will definitely lose!"

Zheng Chuan sneered. Although he couldn't do anything against Li Xun, he was still very pleased to see the Xuanyang Sect disciples defeated by the Xuanyin Sect disciples.

It was as if he had defeated Li Xun himself.

"It's too early for you to be happy. The outcome is still undecided. Where do you get the confidence that Ye Han will lose?" Li Xun glanced at Zheng Chuan and said lightly. "Hehe."

Zheng Chuan chuckled, squinting from the corners of his eyes, very confident, and said in a deep voice: "In that case, we might as well make a bet to see who can have the last laugh? Xuanyin Sect disciples are not disciples of the Beast Control Sect. Once a person does not have the assistance of monsters and beasts, their strength at the tenth level will be reduced to 70%.

The person currently fighting against Ye Han has reached the middle stage of the Lingyun Realm. Even within the Xuanyin Sect, he is considered a minor genius.

There is a significant difference between the two and several small ones. How could they not defeat Ye Han? "Agreed."

Li Xun accepted without hesitation.

Someone was rushing to offer him benefits, so why shouldn't he?

"I have a high-grade flying magic weapon that can travel thousands of miles in a day and can withstand the attacks of strong individuals in the early stage of the Xuandan Realm. I'll use this item for the bet!" Zheng Chuan extended his hand, and a three-inch long silver-white magic weapon floated in the palm of his hand, emitting wisps of brilliance, which were dazzling.

As soon as it appeared, it attracted the attention of more than a dozen onlookers.

High-grade magic weapons weren't too valuable to them.

But high-grade flying magic weapons were different.

Among the dozen geniuses present, there weren't many who could produce such a valuable treasure. Even Ning Cheng couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Zheng Chuan.

"How about it?"

Zheng Chuan relished the feeling of being watched by everyone. He glanced at Li Xun and said proudly: "What can you come up with?"

"How about a low-grade flying spirit treasure and a spirit boat?"

Li Xun spread his palms, and a purple-gold boat appeared in his palms. The hull wasn't large, but it shone brilliantly. It had a unique aura, characteristic of Lingbao, which radiated in all directions.

"Flying Spirit Treasure!"

Countless people took a deep breath.

If Zheng Chuan's ability to produce the top-grade flying magic weapon had only surprised them, then the Yulingzhou in Li Xun's hand completely shocked them.

That was a spiritual treasure!

How many people held spiritual treasures in their hands?

Perhaps not many, but it would certainly not be a flying spirit treasure because it was too valuable!

"Excellent!"

Zheng Chuan gulped, and his eyes began to gleam. As if he were afraid that Li Xun might change his mind, he quickly said: "Let's go with this!"

"Brother Li, don't be impulsive!"

Yao Feng from Spirit Sword Valley warned in a low voice.

In his opinion, the low-grade flying spirit treasure was too valuable and could be exchanged for hundreds of cloud shuttles in Zheng Chuan's hands. If he truly lost, it would be a massive loss.

And...

The two individuals fighting below had very different levels of strength. One was in the late stage of the Yuan Qi Realm, and the other was in the middle stage of the Lingyun Realm. No one was optimistic about Ye Han.

This was almost a lost battle!

"Fellow Daoist Yao, what do you mean? Do you want to raise the bet?"

Zheng Chuan squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice.

He was genuinely worried that Li Xun might be persuaded by Yao Feng to stop betting with him.

"Since it's a bet, the stakes of both parties should be the same. How can your mere cloud-traveling shuttle compare to Brother Li's Yulingzhou?"

Yao Feng didn't back down and retorted sarcastically.

"That's what you said."

Surprisingly, Zheng Chuan didn't argue. He looked at the ongoing competition below and then at the Yulingzhou in Li Xun's hand. He gritted his teeth and removed both storage rings from his hand.

"This is all I have. Although it's still not worth a low-grade flying spirit treasure, it's still extremely valuable. What do you think?"

The last sentence fell.

Zheng Chuan's eyes were fixed on Li Xun.

Li Xun didn't speak. He first shook his head slightly at Yao Feng, indicating that the latter shouldn't worry. Then he glanced at Zheng Chuan and said lightly: "What you've done isn't enough!"

"Not enough?"

Zheng Chuan looked displeased. He turned to look at Ning Cheng, hoping that the latter could help him.

Ning Cheng didn't disappoint Zheng Chuan. He coughed softly and flipped his palm, revealing two top-quality magic weapons: a longsword and a long knife.

Each one shimmered with a cold light and exuded a compelling aura.

"What about these two items, plus me?"

Ning Cheng proposed.

"Just so-so."

Li Xun nodded, unsatisfied.

He knew that this was the limit for the two of them. Zheng Chuan had no more resources left, and Ning Cheng wouldn't spend all his assets on a bet initiated by Zheng Chuan.

With this bet in place,

Everyone in the stands focused their attention on Ye Han's battle.

At this moment,

The battle between Ye Han and the disciple of the Xuanyin Sect was drawing to a close, and the two were about to determine the victor.

"Buzz!"

The sky trembled.

The disciple of the Xuanyin Sect was extremely powerful. He acted swiftly, and a black light bloomed in his palm. The black palmprint blotted out the sky and the sun, like a dark cloud covering Ye Han. The darkness was so dense that it was terrifying.

"Buzz!"

Ye Han stood erect on the competition stage. His body was as solid as a mountain. Confronting the black palm prints, a golden brilliance flowed over the surface of his body, as if it had been forged from pure gold.

"Roar!"

With a resolute shout, Ye Han crushed the ground beneath him and swiftly charged forward, raising his fist to strike the incoming palm print.

Fist and palm collided.

It was like a needle's point against a wheat stalk!

"Boom!"

A deafening roar and a heart-stopping shockwave followed. Black mist billowed, and golden light radiated in all directions. The sheer force of the impact even affected other competitors on the stage who were engaged in their own battles.

"So powerful!"

Someone gasped in astonishment.

Although Ye Han was only at the late stage of the Yuan Qi realm, the strength he displayed rivaled that of someone in the middle stage of the Lingyun realm.

"Bang!"

The collision of fist and palm occurred once more, and this time, the sound wasn't deafening, but the power was even more terrifying. The black clouds dispersed, but the golden light enveloped the entire competition stage.

"Puff!"

With a bright red mouthful of blood, the disciple from the Xuanyin Sect was sent flying amidst the radiant spectacle, landing outside the competition stage with a muffled thud.

This left many spectators in shock.

Observing the Xuanyin Sect disciple lying outside the arena, Zheng Chuan rose from his seat, disbelief etched across his face, and he muttered in disbelief, "How is this possible?"

"Thank you, two fellow Taoists," Li Xun said with a wide grin as he cupped his hands toward the two of them.

Then,

With a swift motion of his hand, he collected all the items that Zheng Chuan and Ning Cheng had just wagered.