Seeing that the battle between A4 and A8 was about to end, PEI Ling quickly took out his spirit stones and placed a bet on himself after confirming that the limit was still 500 spirit stones.
After taking the ticket, he was about to leave when he saw a black-clothed cultivator leading the way. Several cultivators took out five hundred spirit stones to bet on him winning.
And that black-robed cultivator was the loudest one among the cultivators who had shouted that they would bet on Fang Ye ...
PEI Ling returned to arena A. At this moment, A8 had just won and left the stage.
"The next round, A12 versus A14," the deacon said, shooting him a glance.
PEI Ling and Fang Ye jumped onto the stage at the same time.
"Brother Fang Ye!" Seeing this scene, everyone below the stage perked up.
&Quot; senior brother Fang Ye is not Tian congheng. I bet two hundred spiritual stones this time. I can definitely earn back all the money I bet on that trash, Tian congheng! &Quot;