Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

Chapter 198 Fighting on the Arena

"In that case, I just happen to have a way to earn spirit stones."

Luo Shan said with a smile.

"What method?" Yu Feng rubbed his hands and looked at Luo San expectantly.

"I have an appointment with Ying Chan of the Gu Clan for a fight in the ring three days later. Go and set up a gambling table." Luo Shan said, taking out a bag of spirit stones:

"The fighting arena in this city has been very lively these days, right? If you set up a gambling table downstairs, you will surely make a lot of spirit stones."

"I understand, Luo Shan, you are really smart." Yu Feng understood immediately and looked at Luo Shan with bright eyes:

"There is a gambling table below. If the cultivators on the stage are not fighting for their lives, I can also help them. In this way, the other party will owe me a favor for saving their lives. I think in order to thank me, they will definitely offer me a generous gift of spirit stones."

Didn't Luo Shan save Ling Wanran's life from Dongyue, and the other party promised him 500,000 spirit stones?

Luo Umbrella: ...

This is such a clever little guy.

"Is that so? I'm afraid that won't work." Luo Shan shook his head:

"You are going to buy some healing pills, or some spiritual tonic pills."

"I understand!" Yu Feng said that he understood.

Although he said that he understood, he was still thinking that when he had the chance to learn Luosan, he would earn a favor by saving his life.

The next day, a large group of corpse puppet monks who were famous in Wuwang City left the courtyard and headed straight for the fighting arena.

Such a large number of people naturally attracted the attention of many cultivators, and some independent cultivators followed behind to watch the fun.

The Corpse Puppet Monk went towards the fighting arena, which meant something must be happening. Could it be that he was going to fight with the Gu Clan Monks?

Thinking of this, many people began to whisper. After following the corpse puppet monks to the fighting arena, everyone saw this group of corpse puppet monks take out a canvas flag.

The word "gambling" was written on it, and then the corpse puppet coffin was taken out and a layer of cloth was spread on it.

The wandering cultivators looked at each other, and then they heard the corpse puppet cultivator start to shout like a mortal vendor.

After hearing this, everyone looked at the corpse puppet monk in silence.

Luo Shan did not go with them, but stayed in the courtyard where the corpse puppet was for three days.

On the day of the fight, Luo Shan arrived at the ring early in the morning.

There were two foundation-building monks fighting on the stage. One of them was weaker and was directly knocked out of the stage by the opponent's spiritual power.

Luo Shan was watching with great interest, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure flying past him quickly.

Luo Shan took a closer look and was surprised to find that it was Yu Feng.

Yu Feng flew to the injured monk, looked at him spitting blood, and squatted down with sympathy.

"You are seriously injured now. I have some healing pills here. Fellow Daoist, please buy my pills. If you can't take the pills as soon as possible, your injuries will damage your foundation."

Yu Feng spoke slowly, took out a round pill from his storage bag, and frowned as he looked at the Foundation Establishment cultivator who was spitting blood on the ground.

Poor monk, he looked at Yu Feng eagerly, unable to say a word, just nodded.

"It's fine if you're willing to buy the pills, but my action this time can be considered as saving your life." Yu Feng said, and when he saw that the foundation-building cultivator was spitting out more and more blood from his mouth, he quickened his speech.

"I saved your life, and I owe you a debt of gratitude. We Southern Border monks do not like to be involved in karma. When you recover, give me some spirit stones, and that will end these karmas..."

After Yu Feng finished speaking, he blinked at the monk below and saw that the other party's face had turned pale. Just as he was about to say something else, he heard a strange voice coming from his spiritual consciousness.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't say anything. I appreciate your life-saving grace."

The monk who was vomiting blood was anxious. If this Taoist fellow from Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet continued talking nonsense, his injury might really cost him his life.

They just want to extort his spirit stones, so he just accepts it.

Although this person is a bit hateful, he is much better than those people who just watch the fun.

"No problem." Yu Feng had a smile on his face. He directly fed the pill into the monk's mouth and transferred spiritual power to him with his hands.

He is a serious businessman.

Luo Shan watched the whole process from the side. Even for someone as thick-skinned as her, she couldn't be as weird as Yu Feng.

"Brother Yuzu is really amazing. He got the first shot again. I have to act quickly for the next one."

The monk from Southern Xinjiang next to him clenched his fists, looking very motivated and serious.

"It would be best if the two of us were to exhaust our spiritual power in the next round. That way we can just throw spiritual energy pills at them and make a lot of money."

Another one spoke very shamelessly, looking at the arena above with anticipation.

The winner on the ring also suffered some minor injuries, but he took out a pill from his storage bag and swallowed it. He did not kill the man who was seriously injured by him, but snorted coldly and left the ring.

After the two men finished fighting, two more monks, a man and a woman, flew onto the stage.

The two of them took action without saying a word.

The corpse monk next to Luo Shan saw this and said:

"There are cultivators betting on this fight in the ring. You have all witnessed our Nanjiang Corpse Puppet's gambling visit. We will never deny it and our credibility is very good."

Luo San moved aside a little and looked at this group of people, feeling unable to bear to watch them.

There weren't many people who bet, but there were some. However, for the monks in Southern Xinjiang, the hundreds of spirit stones on the table were already a huge sum of money.

After all, spiritual mines are scarce in their southern border. If most cultivators need something, they will choose to barter and will not use spiritual stones as currency.

Spirit stones. For them, if they have enough spirit stones when they break through, their success rate will increase by several percent.

After all, in addition to their own need to absorb spiritual energy, the corpse puppets also need a huge amount of spiritual energy.

"Excellent reputation?" Luo San's mouth twitched. It had only been two days, and he already said something about excellent reputation.

The two people on the stage are equally strong, and it is hard to tell who is stronger at the moment.

After waiting for an hour, the cultivators of the Gu clan also arrived under the thunder.

When they saw that the Corpse Puppet Monk had opened a gambling house, they looked strange and immediately started their usual mockery:

"Why are you Corpse Puppet Monks setting up a gambling table here instead of staying in North Street?"

"I heard that they were driven away from North Street. It's really a disgrace to our southern Xinjiang."

"It's so shameless. They occupy the street in broad daylight and at night. The monks of Dongyue have long been dissatisfied. Placing the coffins upright, isn't it considered unlucky?"

The Gu tribe monk rolled his eyes and was quite disgusted by what the corpse puppet monk did.

I think they are extremely shameless and have brought shame to Southern Xinjiang in front of the monks of Dongyue.

"It's me. I'm afraid I'm embarrassed to stay in Dongyue. Only this group of corpse cultivators can stay here so shamelessly."

"It is! It is!"

"Let the Saint defeat Luo Shan, the corpse puppet, today and test the spirit of the corpse puppet monks!"