I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Chapter 591: Boring Fairy Tower Trial (3rd Update)

There are so many students, and not every one of them has a very good temper.

They can't intervene in the fight, but they can talk.

"Hey, old man, don't always be defensive, take the initiative!"

"Hit it on the waist, left side...and now the right side!"

"Attack the body, attack the body!"

"Oh, let me go, why are you so stupid..."

The man who was fighting: "..."

At first, dozens of coaches were coaching him, but they found that the man seemed to be not very smart and did not understand the coaching at all!

Slowly, the direction of what everyone said began to change.

"I'm done with my words. If it doesn't work, just surrender!"

"Wasting other people's time is equivalent to murdering money and life. This classmate, you are murdering the lives of thousands of people!"

"Is this a turtle? It's always defensive!"

"You're with An Shen Shen, have you made an appointment to be a bastard together?"

When An Lin heard someone in the crowd say this, his body swayed suddenly.

Who said that just now? Stand up and I promise not to beat you to death!

Xu Xiaolan and Su Qianyun also heard it and couldn't help laughing while standing aside.

As the saying goes, long-term defense will inevitably lead to failure. In this battle, the fighting spirit finally broke through the man's energy defense and pierced the man's chest with a sword.

The first floor of the Fairy Tower suddenly burst into thunderous applause and turned into a sea of ​​joy.

The man closed his eyes happily. He was able to make thousands of classmates watch his game attentively before graduation. This wave has already made a lot of money...

The door to the second floor of the Fairy Tower slowly opened, and everyone climbed up the stairs and soon reached the second floor.

This time, more than 7,000 fighting spirits gathered in the sky, and then pounced on the students on the ground.

An Lin looked at the fighting spirit coming towards him, and also slapped him to death.

This time's divine thoughts were not much stronger than the last time, but still more than a thousand people were eliminated.

Just like that, the third floor, the fourth floor, the fifth floor...

For top seeded players such as An Lin, these battle thoughts can be accomplished in one round, but it took a long time to wait for other students to lose.

On the twentieth floor, An Lin still slapped the fighting spirit to death.

He looked up and looked around. Only a thousand people were still fighting.

And now a whole day has passed since he stayed in the tower.

The novelty brought by just entering the tower has passed. An Lin and others gathered together and gambled out of boredom...

An Lin spread out a pile of cards with numbers marked on them, including ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, and up to one hundred.

"I will end this trial in thirty minutes!" Xuanyuan Cheng took out 10,000 spirit stones from the ring and piled it on top.

"Haha..." Liu Qianhuan smiled disdainfully, "With these second-rate students, do you still expect them to end the battle in thirty minutes? I can give you more than a hundred minutes!"

"Then...then I'll hold on for more than a hundred minutes."

Su Qianyun thought for a few seconds, then decided to follow Senior Sister Liu and put ten thousand spirit stones on the card with the number one hundred. In fact, this card has the highest probability of winning in 100 minutes, but the odds are relatively low.

Xu Xiaolan pondered for a moment, then flipped her hand and placed ten thousand spiritual stones on fifty minutes: "I'll go with fifty, this number has never been hit before..."

Tang Ximen scratched his head: "I'll press sixty!"

Lu Zhan took a deep breath: "I'll press seventy!"

An Lin placed ten thousand spirit stones on top of one hundred: "I'll put more than one hundred."

"start the timer!"

Thirty minutes later, Xuanyuan Cheng looked at the dozens of people still fighting on the field with a look of resentment: "Why do you always let me down? Don't you know that money is hard to make? Ten thousand spirit stones..."

Fifty minutes later, Xu Xiaolan curled her pink lips and looked at An Lin with full eyes.

An Lin smiled gently: "Xiaolan, don't be afraid, I have a lot of money and can make you lose thousands of times!"

Xu Xiaolan smiled and said with curved eyebrows: "I like to hear this. When I have no money, I will ask you for money again!"

"You can find it if you have money!" An Lin said.

Liu Qianhuan's face darkened: "You've already gambled, but you still haven't forgotten to torture the dog. Is that really okay?"

"Fuck him, fuck him, yes, that's it!" At this time, Tang Ximen shouted excitedly.

Everyone looked nervously at the battle on the field. Finally, under a strong roar of magic, the last fighting spirit was shaken away by the magic.

An Lin looked at the time and saw fifty-nine points. It was obvious that Tang Ximen had won with sixty points.

"Hahahaha...I won't be polite!" Tang Ximen smiled like a child weighing more than 100 pounds and scooped up all the spiritual stones in front of him.

He has guessed very accurately these times and has won several times, so he is very happy.

Of course, there is also part of the joy factor, because he can finally defeat the group of monsters in front of him with his own strength, although it is only in gambling...

But this is also one of the abilities! Anyone who says this is not part of his strength will be in a hurry!

It has to be said that the gathering of people by An Lin and others to gamble has become a very beautiful scenery in this fairy tower.

Many students imitated their behavior. Some students bet on time, and some bet on the outcome of a certain person's battle. Anyway, there are all types. There is no way, it is really boring...

You mean cultivation? Come on, your strength has been suppressed to one percent of its original state, how can you still cultivate?

An Lin and the others sighed when they saw Tang Ximen win again, and continued to move to a higher level.

This time, the number of students has been reduced to about a thousand.

These thousand people are already the elites of Xiuxian United University, and the lowest level is also the ninth stage of the Dao Body.

Twenty-first floor.

Boom!

The terrifying aura gathered in the sky, and then, one after another, powerful fighting spirits began to appear.

Each of them has a domain added to their bodies, or ice chills the bones, or flames burn the sky.

An Lin was a little surprised and said: "It seems that the opponents this time are all fighting spirits of half-step into the god."

Xuanyuan Cheng nodded and said: "Many students can indeed comprehend many things in advance by taking them as opponents. Our school is really a big deal."

After that, a man with a hurricane around him rushed towards An Lin.

An Lin raised his palm, and with a "slap", he slapped the man again...

"Of course, it's still of no help to us." Xuanyuan Cheng sighed, used his finger as a sword, and slashed at the opponent who rushed over, and the opponent was cut in half.

So, everyone started to gamble again...

This time, Cheng, who chose to trust his classmates, finally won once.

The battle was over in about 30 minutes.

There was no way, because they were all half-step into the god of battle, the battle between the two sides was extremely fierce. Even if some students wanted to slack off or keep hiding, the energy in their bodies would not support them to be cowardly for so long!

Cheng was very happy, as if his trust was rewarded.

This time, the number of students of one thousand people dropped sharply to more than six hundred...

Then, from the 20th floor to the 30th floor, they were all half-step into the god of battle.

Until the 31st floor, the number of people had become 200.

On the 31st floor, it turned out that the battle of the initial stage of the god of battle came out.

An Lin "slapped" and ended the battle again...

The 46th floor, the battle consciousness of the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit came out.

An Lin "slapped" twice, and then ended the battle...

The 61st floor, the battle consciousness of the late stage of the transformation of the spirit came out.

An Lin "slapped" for three years and finally killed his opponent.

The 70th floor, which was the floor where Senior Tang was defeated.

An Lin finally encountered some challenges...

(Thanks to Man Tian Fei Xue for the 20,000 starting coins reward! Muah!)

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