If Liu Wuxie can really remember 100,000 kinds of materials, he will pay for all Liu Wuxie's consumption today.

If Liu Wuxie can't remember it, he will kneel down and kowtow to admit his mistake.

It's fair and reasonable.

"I'm afraid you can't afford it if you're alone, and I'm afraid you can't afford it, and there's anyone else joining."

Liu Wuxie smiled, and she was very eccentric.

Huangtan is just a small fourth level of Lingxuan, and at best, there are only tens of millions of spirit stones on his body.

The materials that Liu Wuxie is going to buy today are worth at least tens of millions.

Since someone pays the bill, such a good opportunity, why don’t you cheat them hard?

The meaning in Liu Wuxie's words is very clear. What should you do if you lose and don't have enough resources?

The sharp eyes swept past everyone present with extreme provocation.

Facing Liu Wuxie's sarcastic look, many people couldn't help it.

"Boy, I bet with you that if you lose, you will have to break your arms. If you can really remember all the materials, all the spirit stones on me will belong to you."

Another man came forward. Although he didn't say he would pay for Liu Wuxie, the meaning was similar.

"I'm the one who counts me. If he can't remember, I'll cut off his legs with my own hands."

Lingqiong Pavilion does not allow murder, but there is no regulation that they are not allowed to cut off their limbs.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten people joined in.

Some wanted to make Liu Wuxie kneel down and kowtow, some wanted to cut off Liu Wuxie's limbs, and some wanted to make him slap himself.

There are all kinds of conditions. If Liu Wuxie loses, he will probably not be able to leave Lingqiong Pavilion alive.

The spirit stones on more than ten people were estimated initially, and they were about 100 million.

"Is there anyone else?"

Liu Wuxie put away his sarcastic smile and looked at them with a smile.

Who would dislike too much material? More than 100 million spirit stones can’t buy anything in Lingqiong Pavilion.

The first-grade spiritual pill is not very useful to him, and the second-grade spiritual pill is expensive, and Liu Wuxie only swallowed one.

Continue to swallow, the effect will be greatly reduced.

There was silent all around, and no one answered Liu Wuxie, they just came to watch the fun.

"Daichi Sun, I'll be a witness, so that some people will lose and will have to pay the debt."

If so many people lose, they forcefully leave here, Liu Wuxie alone will really not be able to stop them.

If the people from Lingqiong Pavilion come forward, it will be a different matter.

"Young Master, you have to think clearly. If you lose, you will die."

Deacon Sun still persuaded him kindly, hoping that Liu Wuxie would apologize in public, and the matter would be over.

There is no need to spend all your money and life, it is not worth it.

"Thank you, Deacon Sun, for reminding me that I have a sense of my own. I hope Lingqiong Pavilion will not favor any party."

Liu Wuxie's tone became much heavier. He knew very well that there were masters lurking around Lingqiong Pavilion, mainly to tell them that they could hear it.

Today, Lingqiong Pavilion did not take the initiative to resolve this dispute, so it would have to bear the responsibility of the referee.

Favoring either side will be a blow to Lingqiong Pavilion's reputation.

"Don't worry, I, Lingqiong Pavilion, will never favor anyone."

Deacon Sun's eyes narrowed. Every word he said now represents Lingqiong Pavilion, so he naturally won't be perfunctory.

"Boy, stop delaying the time, hurry up and start!"

Everyone began to urge, thinking that Liu Wuxie was delaying the time and hoped that the people from Lingqiong Pavilion would come forward and stop it.

However, unexpectedly, the people in Lingqiong Pavilion neither stopped nor dissuaded them, allowing the situation to develop.

"Brother Liu, are you sure?"

Although Han Feizi believed in Liu Wuxie, after all, it involved his life and life, he still asked carefully.

"Prepare to select the materials."

Liu Wuxie gave him a look of peace of mind and signaled that he didn't have to worry about himself.

"Then I'm not polite."

Han Feizi returned to his carefree appearance and looked cynical, and actually started to select materials.

As for the bet between Liu Wuxie and them, they didn't take it seriously at all.

It is also a top-notch to be a friend when he is in this way.

Liu Wuxie walked to the Tibetan monument in diameter, and the page of the refining material was displayed on it.

There are about a few thousand pages, and hundreds of materials are recorded in each page.

Liu Wuxie is not just a quick look, but also remembers the purpose and value of each material.

Even if the Di Xuan Realm comes, he dares not speak wildly. No wonder Huang Tan can't wait to jump out after hearing Liu Wuxie remember it for an hour.

Because in everyone's eyes, this is an impossible task.

The Ghost Eye Technique was used, and the words on the Tibetan Monument floated in front of Liu Wuxie as if they had come alive.

Continuous reorganization, continue wandering, continue reorganization.

The divine book of Heavenly Dao was unfolded, and these words quickly merged into Liu Wuxie's soul sea and became part of his memory.

At this moment, Liu Wuxie was just a simple porter who moved the words from the Tibetan stele to his soul sea. It was that simple.

It seems simple, without the support of powerful soul power, and when you move so many things in, the soul sea has long been squeezed out.

A person's soul sea is limited. If you forcefully accommodate too many things, you will directly collapse and even be confused.

The Tibetan Monument is not a book, but a piece of crystal. Lingqiong Pavilion enters all the materials into it, mainly for the convenience of people to view it.

There was no sound of flipping the book, only the crystals were constantly switching. Liu Wuxie spent less than one breath on each page and continued to flipping the next page.

"Is this kid crazy? I haven't seen what was written on the previous page clearly. He has turned the next page."

The people standing behind them showed a look of confusion.

Even if you have the ability to remember everything you have, you can read it carefully first!

Liu Wuxie is not reading, it is clearly reading, reading, and continuing to read.

Everyone's nerves were numb and let Liu Wuxie go through them.

"Don't look at it, wait for an hour before seeing the results!"

Many people dispersed and planned to wait for an hour before coming over. There was no need to waste time here.

Liu Wuxie's actions made many people look contemptuous.

"I don't know what's wrong with it!"

Another old monk, who left eight words, turned around and left, continued to select items, and came back later.

Only a very few people stayed in place, and Huangtan is one of them.

He wanted to watch Liu Wuxie die in front of him with his own eyes.

Time passed quietly, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Hundreds of thousands of materials included in Tibetan steles have appeared in Liu Wuxie's mind.

The powerful sea of ​​souls kept rising and falling, and the words pouring in quickly merged with him and became a part of his memory.

Before she could watch, Liu Wuxie had to continue reading.

It took half an hour to choose his own materials, which were worth more than 30 million. It's really rude.

After being trapped for more than five years, Han Feizi is now so poor that he finally has the opportunity to slaughter him hard, so how could he let him go?

One hour is not long or short.

Everyone who left rushed back one after another, because it was almost over in one hour.

"How is this guy watching?"

Those who left asked the monks who had never left.

A group of people gathered around, and many later monks were still unclear about what had happened, so they came to join in the fun.

"A few minutes left, one hour is over!"

When the last few pages were completely over, Liu Wuxie closed his eyes and used the last few minutes to settle down.

Many information has not been completely digested, and although it is part of one's own memory, it also needs to be sorted out.

"Boy, it's time, don't you kneel down and kowtow."
To be continued...