Chapter 165

"I would like to make a bet with Junior Brother Fang."

Fang Yu's gaze looked over and found that the person who had just spoken was a leader of a true transmission disciple group, True Person Xuantie, who had cultivated to the sixth level of the Supernatural Realm, the Unity Realm.

This was a middle-aged man in black. Although he was in black, this black clothing was very powerful; it was a treasure-vessel called the "Xuantie Battle Robe," which could not be eroded by water, fire, thunder, or electricity.

"Oh, I wonder what True Person Xuantie wants to bet?"

A smile appeared on Fang Yu's face as he spoke.

He did not call True Person Xuantie "Senior Brother" but called him by his name directly.

As soon as these words were spoken, True Person Xuantie's face froze, and an expert of the fifth level of the Supernatural Realm, the Heavenly Human Realm, beside him named Wu Li raised his brows, seemingly very unhappy with Fang Yu's attitude and about to erupt.

He, Wu Li, was also a famous person, gifted and talented, with immortal fate and strokes of good fortune, and hidden means. He had only used a mere four hundred years to cultivate to the peak of the Heavenly Human Realm. If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to cultivate a few more supernatural powers and then reach the Unity Realm, he would be an expert of the sixth level of the Supernatural Realm, the Unity Realm, now.

And now, this little Fang Yu, a true transmission disciple who had been promoted not long ago, actually didn't call them "Senior Brother" but called them by their names directly, which made him somewhat unable to bear it.

True Person Xuantie spoke at this time. "It seems Junior Brother Fang is very confident. Then, as your senior brother, I will make a bet with Junior Brother Fang. I have a low-grade treasure-vessel here, the Jinwu Staff, which I obtained when I went out on travels once. I wonder if Junior Brother Fang has any magic treasures to bet with me? If not, why not let West West West West Jialan stand up for you?"

As True Person Xuantie spoke, he made a gesture and took out a small staff. At first, it was only three inches long, but the next moment, the staff extended to one foot in length.

This staff was decorated with many patterns and had a pearly, jewel-like appearance. Anyone could see that this was a high-quality low-grade treasure-vessel that could change as one wished.

A treasure-vessel—treasure-vessels were much more powerful than spirit-vessels. One point was that they could change as one wished. For example, a flying sword at the spirit-vessel level could only kill in a straight line, but a flying sword at the treasure-vessel level could transform into various forms, or even transform into a large iron ball to wrap oneself inside, which greatly improved defensive capabilities. It was absolutely unlike a spirit-vessel flying sword, which could be used to slaughter the user's physical body if blocked.

Now that True Person Xuantie had manifested a low-grade treasure-vessel level Jinwu Staff, it was indeed a heavy treasure, especially for an existence of the Supernatural Realm. Using such a treasure-vessel to bet was simply too big a stake.

Even the true transmission disciples beside True Person Xuantie had their expressions change slightly, seemingly not expecting their leader, Senior Brother Xuantie, to use such a heavy treasure as a low-grade treasure-vessel to gamble.

But the next moment, several true transmission disciples all revealed smiles.

Indeed, using a treasure-vessel level magic treasure to gamble was a move to pull the rug out from under someone. Fang Yu was just a small true transmission disciple who had just stepped into the Supernatural Realm not long ago. Even if he possessed a treasure-vessel, he could at most possess one; naturally, it was impossible to take it out to gamble.

Of course, if this Fang Yu really dared to gamble, his treasure-vessel would be lost. If he lost a treasure-vessel, could Fang Yu still be so arrogant?

They were all well-informed people and knew that among the inner sect disciples this time, there was someone named Ye Nantian who had obtained the cultivation of Wan Luo, one of the five true transmissions. Wan Luo had even lent his treasure-vessel, the Luo Sheng Gate, to Ye Nantian, which showed that Ye Nantian had a sure chance of winning first place this time.

"How about it, Junior Brother Fang? Can't take out a treasure-vessel?"

"Junior Brother Fang, you haven't been in for long, after all. How could you take out treasure-vessel level treasures to gamble? But we really don't look at spirit-vessel level things."

"If you can't afford to gamble, don't talk big. Now, what can you take out? Hmph..."

Beside True Person Xuantie, Wu Li and several true transmission disciples spoke viciously, about to mock Fang Yu, but at this moment, a smile appeared on Fang Yu's face, and he made a gesture with his large hand, manifesting five flying swords in the void.

The aura of each flying sword was even more powerful than the Jinwu Staff True Person Xuantie had taken out. They were all mid-grade treasure-vessels, and especially these five mid-grade treasure-vessel flying swords combined into one, actually forming a treasure-vessel flying sword array, the power of which was more than ten times greater than the five individual treasure-vessel flying swords.

"True Person Xuantie, since we are going to gamble, let's gamble big. I heard that your entry time was earlier than Senior Sister West West West West Jialan's; surely you wouldn't have no treasures and only this one low-grade treasure-vessel? My five mid-grade treasure-vessel flying swords were obtained when I went out on travels once. Five mid-grade treasure-vessels forming an array should be much stronger than your broken staff. I wonder what other treasures you have? Why don't you take them out before we gamble?"

Fang Yu's expression stirred as he spoke.

"Hmm? What? You actually have such treasures."