"So it is, I understand."
George raised his eyebrows, understanding the good intentions of Feng Xingtong instantly.
However, he doesn't care about these things at all.
He was unfamiliar with this new world, so he chose to be cautious, deliberately concealing his strength and trying not to make his avatar too out of place.
But that doesn't mean he is really afraid of exposing his power.
The worst-case scenario would be that he reveals his true strength, and there are beings in this world stronger than him, and his avatar is destroyed.
But for him, it's just a loss of one avatar. He has many more avatars and there will be new ones in the future.
So, his concealment of his strength is just a cautious approach on his part, and it doesn't necessarily mean he has to hide his power. When faced with troublemakers, he doesn't mind revealing a bit more of his strength.
If he is displeased, he will still deal with him and won't let himself be oppressed.
At least for now, there are no beings that make him feel threatened.
"However, Jin Baobao, if you're willing to join us the Tianxia Association, there's nothing to fear. Just fight; even if you win, the Wang family wouldn't dare do anything."
Feng Xingtong's eyes shifted, and he immediately proposed.
He had already understood that Jin Baobao had solved three competitors in one move during the competition. A cultivator at this age and level of strength will not be inferior in the future, making it worthwhile to invest and bring him into the Tianxia Association.
"For the time being, I have no plans for that kind of thing. If I were to consider it, the Tianxia Association would be my first choice."
George did not immediately say it for certain, as he had his own thoughts on Ballistics Spirit.
At this time, Huang Ming also drew his lot and walked back.
"Old Huang, who is your opponent?"
Xiao Xiao.
Huang Ming opened the lot he had drawn.
"He can blast people's souls out of their bodies, but you can also manifest your spiritual body, so there's no need to worry about him."
Xiao Xiao's humming and clashing techniques faced Huang Ming's manifestation of spiritual body, neither dominating the other, so the winner would be determined by individual battlefield adaptability and cultivation.
"How do you know so much about him?"
Huang Ming looked at George with some surprise.
George had spent the entire afternoon with Huang Ming and had not seen the fight of Xiao Xiao, so how could he know the intelligence of Xiao Xiao.
"Heard from Feng Xingtong."
George answered casually.
And beside Feng Xingtong scratched his head:
"Have I ever mentioned Xiao Xiao to you, and why do you have no recollection of it?"
"It's Zhang Chulan and Feng Bao'er who have arrived."
George casually diverted the conversation.
"Zhang Chulan, Baby, who is your opponent in the draw?"
Upon seeing Zhang Chulan and Feng Bao'er approaching, Feng Xingtong immediately moved his head over to them.
And then he said gloatingly:
"Zhang Chulan, you're in trouble; you drew against Qing Fu Shen Dan Shi Tong."
"Qing Fu Shen?"
Zhang Chulan was obviously unfamiliar with this person.
Feng Xingtong explained:
"Their family specializes in ancestral secret techniques for seal a person's qi vein. Unlike most talismans that require extensive preparation in advance, it catches people off guard."
"Ye Xing, Ji Yun, it's getting late. You two take everyone to arrange for the rooms where they will stay."
At this time, Zhang Lingyu, who was wearing a robe and stood at the front of the crowd, instructed the two middle-aged Taoists standing beside him.
"Yes, Young Master!"
The two middle-aged Taoists bowed to Zhang Lingyu and then addressed all the contestants:
"Please follow us."
"Let's go."
George and Huang Ming followed the crowd towards the accommodations at the back mountain.
"Old Jin, do you want to bet on it? I opened a bet, how about making some money?"
Just a few steps later, a fat man approached with a tablet in his hand.
George was not surprised and reached out to take the tablet:
"Let's take a look first."
Before the competition, he had divided three thinking bodies to watch the game in the remaining three venues.
To better understand the kung fu and Taoist arts of various schools' contestants, he naturally also deliberately sought out explainers like Feng Xingtong.
One of them is this fat man called Zang Long, who is also an expert in collecting intelligence.
He also made friends with Zi Jinhua and Bai Shixue in the other two venues.
"When did I get to know these people, was it during the competition?"
Upon seeing Jin Baobao making new friends, Huang Ming couldn't help but feel puzzled in his heart.
This was not the first time such an event had occurred. When they first met up here to gather, he noticed that there were several contestants he didn't recognize who greeted Jin Baobao.
But Jin Baobao had been with him the whole time, except for when he was competing.
"1 to 40."
George looked at the odds on the tablet, to his surprise he was ranked in the lower end.
That makes sense; the bet is on who will win first overall. Although he had defeated three contestants in the first round, they were all insignificant cultivators, so it's not that impressive.
The odds of the top five are 1 to 1: Zhang Lingyu, Zhuge Qing, Feng Sha Yan, Lu Linglong, and Jia Zhengliang.
The odds for Wang Bing are 1 to 10, Feng Xingtong is 1 to 10, Huang Ming is 1 to 20, Feng Bao'er is 1 to 30, and Zhang Chulan is 1 to 100.
"Never mind, I'm not placing a bet."
His avatar is not short on money. He is a rich second-generation. The cumulative zero-sum of his bank account has already exceeded one million, which was given by both his father and mother, as well as occasional contributions from his sister.
But because he has been studying magic at Flamehill College for years, he hasn't really moved much.
"Old Huang, you can try to place a bet."
He said that and passed the tablet to Huang Ming.
Huang Ming looked at it and finally shook his head:
"Never mind, I only have a little pocket money, and if I lose the bet, it's gone."
The White Cloud Temple is not as wealthy as the Longhu Mountain, and his savings over the years amount to less than 3,000. He doesn't want to lose it all.
George heard this and whispered to Huang Ming:
"Old Huang, do you believe me? If you do, bet all on me."
"Old Jin, all on you?"
Huang Ming's eyes bulged suddenly.
He had a good understanding of himself and knew that he had no chance of winning first place. Even Jin Baobao, with hidden strength, might not necessarily win.
"Don't worry, I have a trump card. If I win, it's all yours, and if I lose, it's mine."
George smiled and winked.
He was certain to obtain the Tongtian Script, so first place was definitely his.
Huang Ming is his first friend in this world, and giving him money directly would be inappropriate. Helping him make some money in this way can also be considered a form of return.
"If I lose, I'll cover it myself, Old Jin. You have to do your best. It's all my savings from these years!"
Seeing that Jin Baobao wasn't joking, Huang Ming hesitated for a moment, but finally bit the bullet and agreed. He then took out his phone and transferred 3,000 to Zang Long.
Actually, his decision wasn't solely based on impulsiveness.
Since he met Jin Baobao, they have sparred more than once, even though each time it ended in a tie. But he had noticed something off about Jin Baobao.
Each time, Jin Baobao performed just right, and his senior brothers would say that Jin Baobao's strength was not as simple as it seemed.
Plus, Jin Baobao isn't the kind of person who likes to brag, so maybe he really does have a chance.
Three thousand yuan. If it really wins, that would be 120,000 yuan. By then, he wouldn't have to worry about not being able to buy whatever he wants.
He had really wanted to buy a new phone for a long time, but his senior brother wouldn't buy one for him.
