Chapter 1153: Bet they fail

Qingcheng was not very curious about this kind of challenge. What she was more curious about was what stage of the basic strength of the top fifty disciples had reached, and even had some expectation that if her strength was really fought, how much she would rank in.
The first five teams to play in the arena, each of which will be drawn immediately, except for the largest arena in the center of the field, there are a total of five arena in the surrounding four corners.
At this time, there was also a person under each ring, the elder of the outer door.
Qingcheng said lightly: "Master, although the rule says that you cannot hurt your name, it is inevitable that you will be injured in the fight. If you fail in the first game, and you can't fight again, you will have two chances. So what?"
Yun Yangzi's face suddenly showed an awkward smile, "I really don't know this question as a teacher..."
Qingcheng looked sideways, "Master wouldn't be, has never attended such an occasion?"
Yun Yangzi immediately nodded honestly, "Yes, that's right, Master has never looked at them, these people are so weak, what good look at them to play?"
Listening to his undisguised dislike, Lu Yan suddenly felt ashamed, and said hurriedly: "Old ancestors, in fact, the talent of these disciples is still acceptable."
Qingcheng smiled and said, "Master, you can't treat these sect disciples by your standards."
Yun Yangzi directly signaled: "Lu Xiaozi, tell Xiao Li'er what's going on."
Lu Yan's mouth was tugging, Lu Xiaozi? Although it sounds young, this name is not suitable for the people in the hall, right?
At this time, it’s not the time to talk about this, Lu Yan hurriedly said:
It’s like this. The challengers choose three opponents to challenge at a time, and then start the challenge from low to high. If it’s the first game, If you fail, there is usually no need to fight again in the next two games."
Qingcheng nodded, "Understood."
At this time, the disciples who watched the center of the field had already entered a state of white-hot. The disparity in strength was not too great, and it seemed that the outcome was difficult to say.
Long Feiye said in a very good mood: "Xiao Bai, how about we gamble on the big one?"
Yue Mobai glanced at him lightly, "Much more successful."
"Yo! You still know me! Haha! However, I don't think that I have succeeded much. Now those disciples are so stupid, and I don't know if they are cultivating or not. I still feel that they have failed a lot!" Long Feiye disgusted appearance.
Lu Yan glared at him: "How do you speak?"
Long Feiye said indifferently: "Is it not?"
After watching the scene, Qingcheng immediately said: "Count me, I win more bets."
Long Feiye was immediately unhappy, "Xiao Li'er! Why are you standing on Xiao Bai's side?"
"I only choose what I see." Qingcheng said lightly, "Yes, bet, I bet 10,000 gold coins. Just lose one."
Yue Mobai chuckled, "I also have ten thousand gold coins."
Yun Yangzi also came to be interested, "I also gambled on them to fail, a low-grade spar, old boy, do you want to come?"
Qian Jue shook his head, a little lack of interest. He was not a person who likes to be crowded. He didn't want to sit here and watch the game today, but Yun Yangzi couldn't force himself.
Lu Yan, the Great Elder, and some of the disciples who heard about it, couldn't help but have black lines appearing on their foreheads. Their ancestors were really different. I still have no confidence in them, and muttered silently in my heart toward the court: Disciple! You have to fight for Master!