The next morning, the autumn sun rose.

Today is a great day...

Lu Wei got up lazily, calmly sorted out his equipment, and after eating some breakfast, he led Heishi away from the servient room and arrived at the sword ping of Dazhu Peak early.

At this time, Jianping was wide and sparsely populated.

The autumn sun shines brightly, the breeze is gentle, and the spirit bamboo flowers are flying. In Lu Wei's opinion, it is a good weather for harvesting.

Although the traffic on Jianping today is less than when the battle between the King of Real Battles the day before yesterday, after all, some low-level gambling battles are staged every day, and the atmosphere on Jianping is also quite lively.

Look, the disciples surrounded the gambling battle platform in the center of Jianping, sometimes discussing battles, sometimes cheering, sometimes screaming in surprise, sometimes sighing...

Lu Wei gradually became a little excited and led the black stone into the crowd.

He looked at the betting battle stand at first glance.

At this moment, there were two people fighting fiercely on the betting stage.

According to the system, both of them are monks who are at the first level of Qi training.

Although both sides have low cultivation levels, the scene is unexpectedly wonderful. Flying swords dance, howling through the air, spells flash, one after another, no distinction between the top and bottom for a while...

Lu Wei gave a vague like.

Looking around, the host (referee in the field control), notary (last time was coach Xue, this time he was a young man on the second level of Qi training) and private shop (a tall and big-eared young man) were all available, with a serious atmosphere.

Due to the unexpected and exciting battle, no one found the existence of two serious disciples Lu Wei and Black Stone.

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Before the plan began, Lu Wei decided to inquire about the situation first.

Through inquiry, he learned that one of the two people in the gambling battle was named Zhang Yida. He had defeated sixteen monks who had been practicing Qi in a row on this gambling battle stage, known as the "King of the First Level".

In Dazhu Peak, the number of disciples at the first level of Qi training exceeded 50% of the total number of disciples, so the title of "King of First Level" actually has a certain value.

It is precisely in order to continuously increase this value that Zhang Yida, the "King of the First Level", accepted the challenge of his opponent without any grudges.

This time, his opponent is a new disciple, with excellent talent and proficient in actual combat. He can be said to be a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger and has no grudges with Zhang Yida. He just wants to challenge the title of "King of the First Level".

Judging from the odds offered by private dealers, the two players have the same winning rate, which can also indirectly show that this newcomer's strength is not blunder, Yida is a rival who can be fought.

The introductor has not finished speaking—

Lu Wei heard a "ah" sound, and the new challenger vomited blood and flew out of the field, covering his chest in pain, with a look of aggrieved and angry:

"I'm not convinced!"

On the betting battle stage, Zhang Yida's robe swung his sleeves, and his sword suddenly jumped up, completing the 17-game winning streak recorded by Pingdazhu Peak. In order to celebrate, he did not forget to show off to the newcomer:

"I admit that you are very capable and talented, but you want to beat me and wait until you reach the second level of Qi training."

"I didn't come until the second level of Qi training..."

Zhang Yida's words fully utilized the words "King of the First Level". Even Lu Wei, who thought he was a master of pretending, couldn't help but applaud.

"Smack!"

This pussy is not over yet, Zhang Yida looked arrogant and continued to show off:

"Now the 17-game winning streak has drawn the Dazhu Peak's winning streak record. Next, I will challenge history and will definitely break this record. I just want to ask you one more thing - who else?!"

Zhang Yida glanced at the audience, stretched out his index finger, turned around and pointed at the crowd one by one, showing his domineering expression, making people look up to it until his index finger pointed to a gray Taoist robe exclusive to the serious disciples, and the style changed:

"Huh...where did the little servile man come from?"

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The disciples were stunned and then discovered the existence of Lu Wei and the others.

Logically speaking, the disciples of Dazhu Peak are not good at servitude, but someone soon recognized Lu Wei's identity. They were the arrogant people who said yesterday that "Green chickens peck at each other, it's okay not to watch" and couldn't help but boo:

"Hey, aren't these two servants from yesterday? Why do you have the face to come?"

"I seemed to hear a mate yesterday saying "Great chickens peck at each other, it's better not to watch it, so if you come again today, don't watch the gambling battle... are you here to ask for a fight?"

"Times have changed. Since our sect prohibits internal fighting, even the mere servants have become arrogant. How dare they insult Li Yifeng and Senior Brother Zhenpang from yesterday? Isn't anyone taught this idiot a lesson?"

Lu Wei was not fluctuating in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.

He never expected that his fierceness was questioned as a fox and a tiger's power that was born because of the prohibition of internal fighting in the sect...

A group of idiots, if the Songzhumen could not prevent internal fighting, labor and capital would have been invincible long ago!

Black Stone is not so sure.

Amid the scolding of the disciples, Heishi couldn't stand any longer, his legs were trembling, and he had already felt a desire to retreat in his heart.

First, he was humiliated once yesterday, and he really didn't want to encounter something more humiliating than yesterday; second, he was seriously skeptical about the trick Lu Wei told him to make money, which was simply unrealistic.

The reason why he followed Lu Wei to Dazhu Peak was purely because he was afraid that something would happen to Lu Wei. Seeing that something was wrong at this moment, he immediately grabbed Lu Wei's corner and urged Lu Wei to leave.

Lu Wei smiled slightly.

Pat Black Stone's shoulder to show relief.

Everything is under your control.

Now the public opinion is targeting him unanimously, but instead gives him a long-planned opportunity to counterattack. So he took the opportunity to take off the space ring on the middle finger of his right hand and said arrogantly:

"Okay, since someone wants to teach me a lesson, I will give you a chance... I, Lu Wei, here to announce that I am willing to apply for a bet battle with the resources in this space ring and accept any senior brother who is on the first level of Qi training."

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A gust of cold wind blew.

Jianping solidified instantly.

After a while, there was an uproar.

All the disciples recovered and laughed and scolded:

"Haha, I heard it right?"

"A mere choreographer actually wants to go to the betting platform of Dazhu Peak?"

"A bastard, how can you, a servant, set foot on the betting battle table? Get out of here!"

Lu Wei was having fun when he heard this.

He was afraid of the indifference of "no matter how you pretend to be unmoved", but he liked to see the other party being angry. Therefore, in the face of the words of the disciples, his heart was not fluctuating, and he was even a little excited.

So he continued to raise hatred and responded with a provocative tone, "Get out of here if you don't know":

"No one pushes it, how can I get out?"

"puff--"

The disciples looked red and laughed and cried. Facing Lu Wei's shameless provocation, although the disciples became angry, no one really dared to take action.

Why is this?

It turns out that in Songzhumen, hurting someone for no reason is a serious crime.

Not to mention hurting people, a tragic disciple was even driven away by a disciple of Dazhu Peak. He took the opportunity to "hit the car" and sued him all the way to coach Xue of Dazhu Peak. In the end, not only did he receive a considerable amount of compensation, but he also kept his disciples who drove him in a tight lock for three days.

Under such strict rules, the disciples dared to be angry and not dared to take action. Even Zhang Yida, the king of the first floor on the stage, shrank his hands and feet, and did not want to cause trouble for Lu Wei.

This is also why Lu Wei repeatedly pretended to be beaten but no one hit him.

Lu Wei looked confused.

In desperation, he had to spit on the ground:

"Mom, a bunch of cowards."

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But there is always an exception to everything.

When Lu Wei was feeling desperate, an old voice floated from the swordplain:

"You should die and not live."

The voice is old and vigorous, exuding awe-inspiring power.

Everyone looked in the sound—

An old man walked out of the crowd, covered in bones, walking tremblingly, looking like he was about to part ways, but his facial features were full and he always revealed a solemn and vicissitudes of life.

"So it's Senior Brother Wu!"

Everyone was excited when they saw it.

Their fear of not touching Lu Wei does not mean that Senior Brother Wu does not dare to touch. After all, Senior Brother Wu is old and the elders are respected. He has worked hard on Dazhu Peak for his whole life. He is the first senior qualification for Dazhu Peak. Even if he teaches Lu Wei a lesson, coach Xue would not blame him for beating a small servant, right?

Once Senior Brother Wu takes action against Lu Wei, as long as they "inject themselves into" the old man, they can satisfy their urge to beat Lu Wei, this idiot, and release their long-lost desire!

"Haha, Senior Brother Wu is here, this kid is going to kneel down!"

Lu Wei is also excited!

He was originally desperate, and now he rekindled hope and stared at the old man with anticipation. His anxious eyes seemed not to be looking at an old man, but to be looking at a fairy who was squirting and slowly removing his clothes, his eyes were full of squirting and showing a sense of pleasure.

The old man lived up to expectations.

In full view of everyone, he separated a road from the crowd, paced all the way with his hands behind his back, slowly walked to Lu Wei. After shaking his head and lamenting, he looked up accurately at the 45-degree angle in front of the left:

"Dazhu Peak has been around for thousands of years, how can it be caused by a servant? My brothers and sisters are here to witness. Today, I am doing the same for heaven. I hope that coach Xue will not blame me afterwards."

After the old man finished speaking, he lowered his head.

A pair of vicissitudes and sharp eyes staring at Lu Wei, making people shudder, pulling their dry and hoarse voice, and their words were filled with convincing power, and they said word by word:

"Give it, old man, kneel down!"

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