Chapter 8 Bets

The sunset has a big exam every year.

The day of the big exam is to check the martial arts practice of the disciples.

There are many disciples of the sunset sect. Except for some three generations of disciples who run the sect business outside the sect, almost all of them have to participate in this exam.

In fact, the so-called examination is not that every disciple catches each other, but the disciples under the five guardians must participate. At that time, they will be randomly tested. Once selected, they must compete. The winner will gain dignity and win glory for the master, while the loser is shameless and despised by his peers.

The martial style of Fenglan mainland is particularly obvious here.

It is rumored that the last three sects of the twelve sects of Yanluo also have such a test, but it is more harsh. The lost children must face the wall and suffer from the pain of skin and flesh.

On the day of the sunrise and the big exam, all martial arts exercises and all activities must be stopped.

It is rare for the handymen to have time to relax and lean on the edge of the square one by one to watch the big test.

At the front of the examination square, on a high platform, there was a mahogany Taishi chair. On the chair sat a majestic middle-aged man. The man wore a huge jade wrench finger on his hand and a golden crown on his head. There was a bright red round sun in the crown, which symbolized the supreme majesty of the sunset. .

Before the high platform, three mahogany chairs were placed, and the three elders sat on the chairs in turn.

Behind the three elders, there are ten second-generation disciples standing. These people are not guardians, but they are also the custoons of various departments, leading the mountain gate.

On both sides of the square, there are five middle-aged men sitting. These are the second-generation disciples of the five guardians of Shanmen.

"Dong"

A gong sounded, and the big exam officially began.

With the determination of the name of the lottery, a total of 20 games were played. In these 20 games, four disciples were drawn under almost every guard door. The strength of the opponent depends on luck.

The first game of the competition is a competition between the disciples of the second guard and the disciples of the third guard.

Wu Pengwei was mixed in miscellaneous servants. Unlike what others talked about, he put his hands in his sleeves and watched the big test with calm and cold eyes.

The second protection method is to study the water skills. The disciples under the door are tall, but they can use the technique but are as soft as water. Between the white light ripples, the power of qi and blood faintly waves, which is a sign of the essence of the martial arts of the rough water system.

The disciple under the Three Guardians is a thin man, but he practices fire martial arts. A set of martial arts is also amazing, faint red light of qi and blood.

These two people are of equal strength. They both look like the first level of junior warriors, and they are also very beautiful when fighting.

Most of the handymen have a rough use of martial arts skills, and many of them are also addicted to martial arts and become crazy.

Wu Pengwei was silent. He just stood quietly in the crowd and squinted to watch the test. It seemed that the noisy environment around him could not affect him at all.

He doesn't care about the results of the two competition. In Wu Pengwei's eyes, only martial arts are what he really cares about.

He narrowed his eyes and seemed to be indifferent. In fact, every move of the two people in the test showed every small change to him. When others quarreled for a move to attack or defend, he had already analyzed and dismantled these attack postures in his mind, so as to find loopholes and improve himself.

Not only that, he also replaces himself into it. If he encounters such martial arts, how to fight back and how to find flaws.

So a strange scene happened in his mind.

The light silk condensed and formed into a humanoid light and shadow. The martial arts performed was the fire martial arts on the competition field, and the gray light fog also turned into a humanoid light and shadow at this time, which was also the water martial arts of the disciples under the second guard.

The two lights and shadows are constantly fighting in Wu Pengwei's mind, almost the same as the two people who are fighting in reality. In the process of imitation, Wu Pengwei constantly analyzes the flaws of these martial arts, and even changes the movements of light and shadow through consciousness to seek a more reasonable attack angle.

After a test, although he may not be able to fully master the martial arts skills of the two sunset disciples on the field, at least he can find out a lot of his flaws and have sufficient ways to fight back.

The next test is the same.

As long as there are disciples fighting on the stage, Wu Pengwei will be like a sponge absorbing water, disassembling the other party's martial arts analysis into powerful knowledge and strength, and constantly enriching his strength.

Unconsciously, while the martial arts library in his mind is constantly enriched, his martial arts skills and the power of qi and blood are also increasing.

After a while, after about five games, Wu Pengwei was suddenly stabbed in the back of his waist. He looked back and saw that Wang Qizheng with green hair stood behind him sneakly and said with a bad smile on his face, "Well, do you want to make some money?"

"Make money?" Wu Pengwei curled his lips, turned back and continued to watch the test, rejecting Wang Qi's enthusiastic expression with his actions.

In Wu Pengwei's eyes, silver is just something outside the body, and martial arts is the foundation of strength. It is clear at a glance that he is the most powerful way to find his mother.

But Wang Qi was anxious. He pulled Wu Pengwei and whispered in his ear, "Brother, this is a good opportunity to make a fortune. Look at so many handymen, they are all gambling. As long as you bet within two minutes of the start of the game, the silver after winning is not a pen, which is enough for your income to be a year as a handyman. It's done."

What Wang Qi said was extremely sensational, but the last sentence "If you lose, you can only admit that you are unlucky" was automatically filtered by him.

Wu Pengwei frowned and asked, "Is it okay within two minutes of the start of the test?"

Wang Qi nodded in a hurry. He opened this bet, and the more people bet, the better. Moreover, Wu Pengwei was quiet in the past. At first glance, he was a dull guy. If such a person doesn't make money, who does he earn?

Wu Pengwei pondered for a moment, then took out five pieces of silver from his arms, made a bet, and said lightly, "Then I bet on the disciples under the Four Guardians to win this game."

Wang Qi's mouth was wide open. Unexpectedly, this boy had paid so much silver and five yuan, which was almost the sum of his four months of going up the mountain. Sure enough, this boy was a fat sheep.

Because he is good at socializing and patting horses, Wang Qi explored the strength of a group of disciples long before the test. Even if many of them don't know, as long as they go up to the test, Wang Qi believes that he has good eyesight and can also make a rough idea.

For example, in this game in front of him, the disciples of the Four Guardians are obviously not as good as their opponents. He knew this long before the competition. He knew the strength of the opponent very well. Almost half of the five coins of money had fallen into his pocket.

"This boy is really stupid enough." Wang Qi was extremely proud, but on the surface he was motionless, making bets everywhere.

And Wu Pengwei looked at the scene of the comparison and was indifferent.

It can be compared, but the result was unexpected by Wang Qi. Unexpectedly, it was Wu Pengwei's disciple of the four guardians who narrowly won with one move.

The result surprised Wang Qi. In the whole betting process, only Wu Peng was the disciple of the Four Guardians to win. He secretly said a bad luck and comforted himself that the fool had a stupid blessing, but he was just bad luck.

In the next competition, less than a minute and a half at the beginning, Wu Pengwei's expression was dull, and he bet on all the money he had earned last time.

Wang Qi was not excited this time, because he roughly understood the strength of the two sides. Wu Pengwei bet on the strong side, but Fortunately, there were many handymen and few eyesight. After a while, he could also make a lot of money.

The only thing that upset him was that Wu Pengwei bet more and naturally won a lot.

"I don't believe you are so good at it." Wang Qi kept cursing in his heart and thought with a resentful face.

The next match was indeed what Wang Qi wanted. The two sides of the match were a pair of unknown disciples. The two had never competed, but Wang Qi knew that one of them was super strong and was a strong disciple under the second guard. He had always kept a low profile and did not want to reveal it.

Two minutes before the start of the game, Wu Pengwei bet on Wang Qi's unpopular guy again.

"You have thought about it. Here are four taels of silver, not a decimal." Wang Qi's "bitter" advice, in fact, he couldn't wait to win all the money.

Wu Pengwei still had an indifferent expression and shook his head slightly.

"Well, don't blame me for not reminding you if you lose." Wang Qi happily collected the silver and went elsewhere to collect the stakes.

Who knows that the result was unexpected again. The guy who he thought was strong lost the test within five minutes.

"It's evil, what the hell is going on?"

Wang Qi's mouth was wide open, with an unbelievable look.

He attributed everything to bad luck, but what made him painful was that Wu Pengwei, who thought he was a stupid boy, was too lucky.

In fact, how did he know that as long as he was in the two minutes of the test, Wu Pengwei could roughly analyze the strength of the two through the two sides of the test, and the most important thing was that he could practice the next coping method and method of the two sides of the test in advance in his mind.

In addition to martial arts, the two sides of the competition also contain many factors, such as judgment ability and adaptability, which are very important. As long as the response of the two sides of the competition is almost the same as the analysis in Wu Pengwei's mind, he will bet on which side.

These are simple to say, but others can't do it, and Wang Qi naturally can't know.

"Eight taels of silver..." Wang Qi looked at Wu Pengwei's palm that stretched out for money and groaned in pain in his heart.

He has only made five taels since he made a bet, but he has been busy for a long time. He has worked hard for nothing. They are all free errands for Wu Pengwei.

He began to doubt whether he had offended the gods today, and his intention made him have no return.

But in the next twelfth match, a pair of powerful hands reached out in front of Wang Qi, with a total of eight taels of silver on it.

Wang Qi trembled and raised his head tremblingly. What he saw was still Wu Pengwei's indifferent face.

"I bet the disciples of the five guardians to win. Here are eight taels of silver."

Wang Qi has a desire to die.

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