How can I be the villain's follower

Beside the betting point, everyone was shouting enthusiastically.

At this moment, Arthur's charming face showed an excited smile: "I want to bet 100 million spirit stones to bet Brother Liang to win!"

Everyone was shocked. Turning their heads to see such a charming little girl, all of them showed fiery eyes and kept looking at Arthur's delicate body.

A Huapao monk in the mid-Yuanying period stood up and said with a straight face: "We don't accept bets from underage monks."

Arthur rolled his eyes, his furry fox tail swayed left and right, his hands were on his hips, his small conical chest was straightened out, and he said proudly: "Open your eyes wide and see, grandma, I am a demon clan of the black fox clan. I am already hundreds of years old now, and I am already an adult!"

Hearing this, the Huapao cultivator was stunned for a moment, and quickly revealed a greedy expression. He approached Arthur and smiled and said, "Miss, you just said that you want to bet 100 million spirit stones, right? Let me see, the eighth match, the Tianjianzong Yuanying late-stage cultivator Zhang Liang... Hey! The odds are 3:1!"

Cultivator Huapao gasped, and then said: "Then please take out the spirit stone, so that I can make a bet for you."

"Hey, here are 100 million spirit stones, take a look at it." Arthur was also very pleased, and directly threw an empty ring.

"Received a big bet of 100 million spirit stones, Zhang Liang won the eighth game!" Huapao monk shouted, took the empty ring with a smile, quickly placed the bet, and handed Arthur a jade card with both hands, which recorded the information of the bet.

"Hee hee, I will make a lot of money soon! If brother Liang wins, I will have 300 million spirit stones!" Arthur clapped his hands happily.

The monks next to him shook their heads at this moment: "Oh, this little demon from the Black Fox Clan has too little experience. Brother Gou is such a dog, how could he agree to a loss-making deal? With the odds of 3:1, there is no way that Zhang Liang can win."

The previous Huapao monk, Daoist Daoist Gou Chuan, known as Brother Gou, although not strong in combat, was good at exploiting camps. He was already worth a lot of money at a young age, and was very famous in Qingyang City. There were gossip that he was a relative of King Qingyou, but no one believed that the noble and gentle King Qingyou had a son like Brother Gou.

Zhang Liang smiled faintly: "How can I put it, why can't Zhang Liang win?"

The cultivator next to him pointed to the list in the sky and said: "Look, the eighth match is the real Qingliang from the late Yuanying stage of the Tianjian Sect of the Ninth-rank Sacred Sect, and the real Zhenlong who is at the peak of the Yuanying peak at the Fumo Temple of the Ninth-rank Sacred Sect. Although both are geniuses from the Ninth-rank Sacred Sect, it is impossible to win just in terms of realm."

Another monk said: "Yeah, you don't know, that Master Zhenlong is the number one general under the Holy Son of Fumo Temple, he possesses one sect of eighth-rank Dharma and several sects of seventh-rank Dharma, and is expected to enter the top ten contestants in this hero meeting. With such terrifying strength, how can Master Qingliang win?"

When A Sezi heard this, his little face became tense, and he looked at Zhang Liang and said, "Brother Liang, you can't win, right? That's the private money that I saved up with great difficulty, and I plan to win the money to buy, buy, buy, you must not lose!"

Zhang Liang said lightly: "Don't worry, I will win."

Everyone looked at Zhang Liang in surprise, only then did they realize that he was the real Qing Liang in the eighth scene.

At this time, Zhang Liang suddenly became interested, and said to the real Gou Chuan, "I want to bet on myself to win, is it okay?"

Real Gou Chuan nodded with a smile, "Of course, as long as you don't bet on yourself to lose, it's fine to prevent fake matches. By the way, brother Zhang, how many spirit stones do you want to bet on?"

"One hundred million." Zhang Liang said.

Master Gou Chuan's eyes widened, and he looked him up and down suspiciously: "Do you have so many spirit stones?"

"Look for yourself." Zhang Liang directly threw out an empty ring filled with spirit stones. This was almost all the spirit stones he carried now. Although Zhuyangmen and Jixiemen were both big forces with assets reaching billions of levels, they also consumed a lot of spirit stones, and there were not many spirit stones for Zhang Liang to squander.

Zhang Liang just spent 500 million spirit stones, and there are more than 1 million and several million spirit stones left. The money is a bit small, so he simply used it to triple the bet, who would think he had too many spirit stones.

Reverend Gou Chuan probed his divine sense into the empty ring, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha! Good! Good! Reverend Qingliang bet [-] million spirit stones, and the eighth match will be won by Reverend Qingliang!"

Immortal Gou Chuan is about to die of joy now, and soon the [-] million spirit stones will be his.

Everyone at the side persuaded: "Brother, you are also a genius of the Ninth Rank Sacred Sect. What we said just now is completely objective. I hope you calm down and don't risk your life. The real Zhenlong's strength is terrifying, so there is no need to take risks."

"That's right, you suppressed [-] million spirit stones, isn't that forcing yourself to die?"

Zhang Liang smiled faintly, but cupped his hands: "Thank you for your kindness, I am confident to win."

After finishing speaking, he took Arthur back to the area of ​​Tianjianzong.

"Brother Liang, come on! I'll crush that real Zhenlong later!" Arthur said excitedly, wishing he could hug Zhang Liang right now, but with so many people watching, she could only follow Zhang Liang obediently.

Zhang Liang smiled: "It can be destroyed at will."

"Amitabha, the benefactor uttered wild words, but the poor monk urged the benefactor to take back the words."

A monk wearing a golden monk's robe and a big red cassock stopped Zhang Liang and A Sezi's way at some point, closed his eyes, held a Buddhist bead in one hand, and raised his palm in the other, and said calmly.

"This man is very strong." Zhang Liang squinted his eyes slightly, his divine sense came out, and he felt the unfathomable strength from this man. There was faintly a ray of Nascent Soul peak spiritual pressure from him, with a hint of Buddha, and he was far stronger than ordinary Nascent Soul peak monks.

In the Heroes Conference, almost only the Fumo Temple, which is also the Holy Sect, has monks with such terrifying strength.

Arthur's beautiful eyes stared angrily, and he called out very impolitely: "Hey, monk, get out of the way! Otherwise, Brother Liang will blow your bald head off with one punch!"

The monk turned a deaf ear to it and just stood in the aisle blocking the way of the two of them. If Zhang Liang wanted to take a detour, he would be cowardly and naturally he would overwhelm him.

"Didn't you hear what my junior sister said, get out of the way." Zhang Liang snorted coldly, took a step forward, and suddenly felt an overwhelming spiritual pressure coming with a vast suppression of Buddha's will.

At the same time, the monk also opened his eyes, his thick eyebrows raised, and his two golden pupils exuded a majestic Buddha's spirit, which was extremely terrifying.

"Comparing spiritual pressure with this seat? It's ridiculous." Zhang Liang snorted coldly, and the powerful spiritual power swept away, which was five times more spiritual power than other Nascent Soul peaks. At this moment, just using [-]% of the spiritual pressure of this monk forced the monk's spiritual pressure to retreat steadily.

"Huh?" The monk gasped in surprise, and suddenly took a step back, avoiding the impact of Zhang Liang's spiritual power.

"Hee hee, hairless monk, are you afraid? Our brother Liang is the strongest under Shengzi. If you don't call out your Zhenlong Zhenren, you won't even have the qualifications to fight with brother Liang!" Arthur smiled proudly, and walked over with Zhang Liang by the corner of his clothes.

The monk looked at their backs, and suddenly said: "Sure enough, there are many talented people in Tianjianzong. First, there is a real person named Xuanhu, and then there is a real person named Qingliang. It seems that if our holy son wants to get No.1, we still need to beat them both with all our strength."

The monk turned back to the camp of Fumo Temple, went straight to the Son of Zhenmo and sat down.

The Devil-Suppressing Son wore a black gown inside and a golden cassock on the outside. He was tall and muscular, but his face had a kind of handsome feeling.

He had a majestic expression, eyes closed, and was cultivating quietly. He seemed to have sensed Zhenlong's return, and said, "Zhenlong, how strong is he?"

The monk clasped his palms together and bowed, he turned out to be Zhenlong Zhenren.

Master Zhenlong said: "Amitabha, Holy Son, please rest assured. In order for the Holy Son to win the leader, get the luck of the human race, and for the human race to survive this catastrophe, I will do my best to defeat them and remove obstacles for you!"

The Son of Demon Suppression slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of Buddha's light flashed: "In this way, Daoist Qingliang is not weak..."

On the side, a haggard old monk, wearing a purple cassock, with a gentle face, clasped his hands, sat there quietly, without saying a word, just listening to their conversation silently.

A true monk of abstaining words, with the strength of Huashen Zhenjun level, he is one of the two supreme guardians of Fumo Temple.

The so-called abstinence means not only not being able to speak, but also not being able to transmit sound, and not being able to make gestures.

After listening to the conversation between the Holy Son of Zhenmo and Zhenlong Zhenlong, the real monk of Jieyan had a bad feeling in his heart: "Zhenlong is so unconfident, is he going to lose?"

Heavenly Sword Sect camp.

As soon as Zhang Liang sat down, Wu Hao looked at him seriously and said, "Zhang Liang, in the eighth round you are facing Zhenlong Zhenren. This person's strength cannot be underestimated. Do you have confidence?"

Zhenjun Daiyue turned her beautiful eyes, and the others also looked at Zhang Liang curiously.

Xuan Hujun glared at Zhang Liang even more bitterly: "It's better that he loses, no, it should be said that it's better that he is accidentally beaten to death by Zhenlong Zhenren in the battle!"

Zhenlong Zhenren's reputation is far and wide, even everyone in Tianjianzong has heard of it. This person is powerful, equivalent to Xuan Hujun at his peak.

Zhang Liang cupped his hands calmly and said: "Holy Son, Zhenjun, fellow disciples, please rest assured, I will definitely defeat Zhenlong Zhenren."

Wu Hao nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, just need this confidence."

Zhenjun Daiyue smiled slightly at Zhang Liang, and seemed to be very optimistic about him, but she was also a little surprised: "It turns out that the Nascent Soul is at its peak. It seems that he has only been promoted to the late Nascent Soul for more than two months. The speed is very fast, only slower than Hao'er, but he is still considered a genius."

"It's really a great fortune for Hao'er to get Zhang Liang. It seems that God blesses me, Tianjianzong. This time, Hao'er should be the number one in this hero meeting."

Soon, the eighth game came.

The audience on the field can't wait:
"I'm so excited. This is the first confrontation between two genius disciples of the ninth-rank Sacred Sect in recent years. It should be very exciting, right?"

"Probably not. Master Zhenlong is the top master of Fumo Temple. He is No. 1 under the Saint Son of Zhenmo. He has reached the peak of Yuanying for ten years. In comparison, Master Qingliang seems to have joined the Heavenly Sword Sect this year, and his background is too poor."

"Isn't it true? Master Qingliang is said to have entered the Heavenly Sword Sect at the early stage of Yuanying, and now Du Yuanying is at its peak in less than a year. His talent is simply outrageous, and his combat power should be very strong. Whoever wins may win."

Before the game even started, the audience was already discussing excitedly.

On the field, a golden Buddha light descended from the sky, it was Zhenlong Zhenren.

He was wearing a red cassock with a golden gown inside. He was tall and stern, exuding bursts of aura and aura at the peak of the Nascent Soul, which was extremely frightening.

"Wow! What a handsome monk! His momentum is so strong!"

"It's a pity that he is a monk, otherwise I must marry him."

Just by appearing on the stage, Zhenlong Zhenren attracted a large number of fans.

On the other side, Zhang Liang was dressed in dusty white clothes, walking on the wind, with a feather fan in his left hand, and a magic golden crystal floating on his shoulder, he was handsome and handsome, like a handsome young man.

This scene also made the female audience scream excitedly:

"Master Qingliang is so handsome!"

"Ah, son, kill me!"

On the referee's seat, two purple tiger fighters sat side by side.

Daoist Tai Xu watched the match off the court with great interest: "Interesting, Juechen, who do you think can win between these two?"

Daoist Xu looks like a middle-aged man, but in fact he is over 2000 years old this year. Not only is his fighting power extremely terrifying, but his vision is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Master Juechen glanced at the situation in the arena, and when he saw Zhang Liang's tall and straight figure, Meimou couldn't help being dazed for a moment, and soon came back to his senses, with a pretty face and said coldly: "I don't know."

Although Daoist Taixu is usually very serious in front of outsiders, but at this moment in front of Daoist Juechen, he laughed like a gentle uncle: "In my opinion, Daoist Qingliang has a [-]% chance of winning."

In fact, Master Taixu is indeed a good senior of Master Juechen. After Master Juechen entered the Purple Tiger Guard in Longjing, thanks to the help of Master Taixu, his cultivation base and status improved rapidly, and under the strong recommendation of Master Taixu, he was favored by the Dragon Emperor, who personally conferred her the Purple Tiger Warrior.

Therefore, although Master Taixu and Master Juechen are of the same generation in name, they are actually more like the relationship between an old father and his daughter, but they are not related by blood.

"Oh? Why?" Master Juechen seemed interested.

Reverend Taixu expressed a little satisfaction: "I noticed before that the two of them confronted briefly in the stands, and they must have had a secret confrontation for a while. You see, Reverend Zhenlong looked serious, as if he was facing an enemy, but Reverend Qingliang was calm and at ease. Obviously Reverend Qingliang has more confidence. In addition, based on my years of experience, Reverend Qingliang is definitely not someone in the pool.

Hearing that Master Taixu was so optimistic about Zhang Liang, Master Juechen felt even more complicated. Looking at Zhang Liang with his beautiful eyes, he seemed to recall the time when he said goodbye to him in Lanjiang City two years ago.

"What's the matter Juechen?" Daoist Tai Xu looked at Daoist Juechen suspiciously, and found that she was staring blankly at Daoist Qingliang, as if... had a good impression of him?
"Jiechen actually..." Daoist Tai Xu was shocked, but on the surface he remained calm.