Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 133
Immediately, Hua Chaoyue let out an excited and exaggerated scream, and cheered for the standing figure with the sword: "Young master is mighty, young master is domineering!"

Her eyes sparkled, 100 million spirit stones came back again.

Shangguan Sheng and Shen Xing showed a smile as if they were relieved at the same time. The young master didn't know how many means to save his life, so they were worrying in vain.

The sword just now contained the sword energy and real fire blessing of an extremely powerful golden core swordsman.

That Zhuo Feng didn't die in the first blow, he already has some skills.

Of course, several life-saving talismans and top-grade magic weapons were also destroyed.

Daoist Jian Yan had a smile in his eyes, and said, "Chen Miaozhi won the first game of gambling!"

The background is profound, there is no need to compete with the opponent, directly borrow the method of Jindan sword repair, no matter how powerful the foundation is, even if it can withstand two blows, it is difficult to escape the third and fourth blows, and it is exhausting.

Of course, it can also be seen that Chen Mou's swordsmanship and fire skills are outstanding, and he lifts the weight with ease.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the sword energy and real fire blessed by Jindan swordsman to exert such a huge complementary power.

The way to capture Zhuo Feng's figure seems to be through a single eye?
Such an outstanding young Taoist priest, who knows which powerful force in the human race cultivated him?
He can be sure of one thing, Chen Mou was born in an authentic Taoist school, and even the Jindan Sword Cultivator behind him is also a Taoist monk, and the sword energy cannot be faked.

The dwarf old monster looked indifferent, whoever wins and loses is none of his business, waved his hand to close the formation shield on the stone floor, and quietly collected a little remaining sword energy in the air, which was a clue.

Maybe we can find clues about the forces behind Mount Taisu.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Chen Mou's mouth: "I will continue to play the second game, who do you send to play?"

As soon as this remark came out, the monks of the Wei family were a little dumbfounded. They were thinking of spending a lot of money to hire someone to help them punch, and it would be no problem to win two rounds. Be more detailed.

Liu Ye of Chuanwumeng is a slender female cultivator, her complexion changed, she firmly shook her head and refused to participate in the second betting fight.

Would rather compensate the Wei family with double the down payment of spirit stones, knowing that it is impossible to do it, or gamble to death for another family, that is really stupid and hopelessly stupid.

Wei Chu's thick face was so gloomy that water dripped out, he glanced at the old dwarf who had nothing to do with him in the sky, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

Glancing at the other four Wei Family Foundation Establishment cultivators and their subordinates, each of them dodged their eyes, not daring to meet his gaze.

He already had a decision in his heart, staring at Wei Wenqian who was hiding behind others, and shouted: "Go!"

Wei Wenqian looked at the head uncle in horror, his face turned pale instantly, he knew that his uncle blamed him for his ineffectiveness yesterday, he didn't have the courage to smash down the jade bamboo gate with a spirit stone, which led to today's disaster.

It's hard to do things in a big family.

If you do more, you will make more mistakes, and if you don't do it, you will also make mistakes.

"Wei family man, even if he dies, he is calm. Before writing, why are you dawdling?"

Another Golden Core cultivator shouted in a low voice.

Once the ancestor died, they were a little confused before.

When the matter came to this point, several of their masters, Jindan, reached an agreement through sound transmission in a few words.

They couldn't win the bet, and the verbal promises made by the elders of the monster clan would not count. Taisu Mountain could no longer afford to provoke them, so they could only win the protection of a few elders of the human clan instead, and would not hesitate to give up any wealth.

Wei Wenqian, who caused trouble for the family, was treated as an abandoned son and sent to Taisu Mountain to extinguish the fire.

Facing Wei Wenqian, who was rushing madly and disorderly, Chen Mou threw a ball of smelting fire wire, which turned into flying fire needles several feet in size, entangled and flew, and easily eliminated the opponent thirty feet away.

He didn't draw his sword, and looked at the opponent who was dying of anger, his face didn't change a bit.

With the blessing of tyrannical consciousness and the power of luck, his fire technique is not inferior to ordinary secret methods, and it is handy and powerful.

Priest Jian Yan nodded slightly, and said, "Chen Miaozhi wins the second round of the gambling fight!"

Knowing how to hide clumsiness, so far, there is no means of revealing one's identity, but being able to perform an ordinary fire technique so wonderfully shows that the foundation is solid.

Wei Chuhou clasped his hands and said: "Two elders have worked hard to bear witness. On behalf of Wangyou Casino and Hufeng Tea House, I admit defeat in this betting fight and present the lottery. Please Tai Sushan hold your hands high and let Wangyou Casino and Hufeng Tea House go. "

He had to give in, without the big tree behind him, he was perilous, eerie and frightening.

The dwarf old monster didn't want to stand out again, and sneered on his face.

I really couldn't touch the Taoist boy's heels, the water was very deep.

Taoist Jian Yan stretched out his hand slightly, took the storage bag offered by the other party, and then transferred the lottery to Chen Mou with magic power.

The cause of the past, the result of today.

Even Zhang Lie, who had the best personal relationship with Wei Wuyi, hid. He and Wei Wuxin had a mediocre relationship, so what was involved?
Wei Chuhou presented a storage bag again, and said: "The million spirit stone ticket is ready, please return the ancestor's body, Master Chen Shan, thank you Chuhou!"

He bowed and bowed.

The few monks behind him, except Liu Ye and a middle-aged man who retreated to the distance, all bowed and worshiped.

A long distance away, Chen Mou turned sideways to receive the gift.

A deal is a deal, don't even think about friendship.

He took out a storage bag and sent it to Daoist Jian Yan in the air with magic power. With Daoist Jian Yan as his witness, he completed a huge transaction of one million spirit stones.

He knew very well that Wei Chuhou and others hated him to the bone, but also feared that the forces "behind" him would retaliate. He was very conflicted, so he would not be confused and approach Wei Chuhou and others alone.

Shangguan Sheng, Hua Chaoyue and the others had already stepped forward to join the Young Master, with undisguised smiles on their faces.

In just a short while, earning 200 million spirit stones, no matter how good their city is, they will have to leak.

It's much faster to get money by following a master with a good means and a deep background than blocking the way and robbing. Moreover, the status can be seen, and the resentment in the hearts of the three of them has disappeared a bit.

The old dwarf also felt bored, and disappeared in a flash.

Taoist Jian Yan completed the transaction for both parties, landed on the ground, chatted with Chen Mou for a few words, and then flew away.

Deacon Xue ran out from nowhere, cupped his hands repeatedly and said "Congratulations to Chen Shanzhu, congratulations to Chen Shanzhu", he said a lot of polite nonsense, and sent a few people down the mountain. He couldn't afford to curry favor with Chen Shan who didn't know where he came from. Lord, has a mind of his own.

The group of members of the Wei family had already left sadly.

Chen Mou glanced at the sky and said: "Shangguan Sheng, you will lead your two men back to the mountain first. I will stay with them in the city for two more days. The day after tomorrow is the auction of the 'Baicaofang' shop. It is rare to run around go."

Shangguan Sheng accepted the order and left with his subordinates.

Shen Xing and Hua Chaoyue left and right, vigilantly guarding the cold-looking young master, worried that someone would assassinate him on the street, and behind them were two foundation-building thugs who admired the young master so much.

People come and go on the street, very lively.

The five of them walked into a big inn and rented a two-way big guest house.

Chen Mou walked into the main room in the backyard, released the second-order ghost to guard the door, opened the formation in the room, and went to rest, leaving four people to patrol for protection.

Appearing in the Hexagonal Pavilion by the lake, Chen Mou relaxed physically and mentally, and stretched his waist comfortably. In the shallow wind city, his heart was always on his back. He was not as relaxed and calm as he appeared on the surface. Picking up the bowl of fruity wine that Lao Yuan poured for him, he drank it down in one gulp.

"Divide the spoils, divide the spoils."

Putting down the empty bowl, Mr. Chen yelled, took out a stack of Lingshi tickets from his cuff, and slapped it on the stone table in front of Lao Yuan.

"Return 60 of the capital, and the other 20 will be distributed to Shishangong and Yuan Bo for running errands. How about it? Interesting enough?"

Mr. Chen was rich and thick-faced, holding the hand of the spirit stone ticket, but he refused to let go.

"Hehe, turn your hands into clouds, turn your hands into rain, and make money."

Seeing that Qian's eyes were wide open, Yuan Hou flicked his sleeves, and lightly took the spirit stone ticket that was almost pressed into the stone table into his hand, "wow", "wow", pulled it in the palm of his hand, bared his teeth and said with a grin: "I and the high priest's What about one, did you swallow it all by yourself?"

"Drinking, drinking, talking about money hurts feelings!"

"This can be discussed."

"The High Priest is upright, with a breeze in his sleeves, you are very popular, and you don't smell like money..."

"Don't talk about those who have or don't have anything, I only smell of alcohol, and I will resolutely divide the spoils!"

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(End of this chapter)