Golden elixir of cultivation

Chapter 72
Not everyone can endure the pain caused by flying fish meat. In the eyes of some poor people who have never practiced martial arts, this thing is no better than chicken ribs. When they heard that they could sell gold and silver, they suppressed it without hesitation.

Even among the warriors who can endure it, there are also those who are excited. The more flying fish meat the better, and the stakes are not big. If one becomes three, it is worth it!

Of course, there are also discerning people who watch indifferently, neither placing bets nor talking too much, just watching the fun.

Jin Yuanbao doesn't care, there will always be people who can't help but take the bait. All he has to do is control the odds, and those who lose less will win more.

Not to mention Jin Yuanbao's opening betting.

On the other side, Fang Yeyun and Bai Mo also knew what was going on, and would play a few fake games as agreed in advance to arouse everyone's emotions to the highest level.

In the field, Fang Yeyun and Zhang Jiu were already fighting.

Fang Yeyun looked at Zhang Jiu's punch and rolled his eyes, as if he couldn't dodge it. He was hit in the chest by the punch and took two steps back.

A trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Jiu's eyes, but he had no time to think about it and hurriedly faced Fang Yeyun who rushed forward again.

After the two struggled for a while, Fang Yeyun finally knocked Zhang Jiu to the ground. He shouted breathlessly, "Did you see it? This is the fate of bullying."

There were boos from the crowd.

"This man looks big and strong, and he looks menacing when he first comes out. I didn't expect him to be a showman." Some warriors thought about it and silently made up their minds.

"Take it! This is the flying fish meat you won." Jin Yuanbao smiled and handed a blue meat strip to the winner of the bet.

In the first game, most people were waiting and watching, and there were very few people placing bets, so they could barely balance wins and losses.

Jin Yuanbao was not in a hurry, but instead laid out the odds for the second game and shouted, "Fang Yeyun wins, pay three for one, Li Sheng wins, pays one for one, if you have any bets, hurry up!"

"This Fang Yeyun looks exhausted, and he is determined not to win the second game." Someone secretly rejoiced and quickly placed a bet, "I'll place three bets on Li Shengying!"

"I'll bet twice!"

"I prefer to make big gains with small things, so I bet Fang Yeyun to win."

Seeing more and more people oppressing Li Shengying, a smile flashed in Jin Yuanbao's eyes.

In an attic, several Taoists appeared on the roof of the building at some unknown time, looking at the people below with interest.

"These little guys are interesting. They work together to trap others. Li Sheng in this second game is obviously one of them. The outcome is determined by himself. How can he win?" The burly Taoist saw clearly and shook his head. sigh.

"What a cunning little thing." The old ghost laughed, "Especially the bearded one, who talks lies with a righteous look on his face. He is simply born with the seed of magic. I like him."

"Perhaps, there will be a few great demon monks in this batch of goods." The plump Taoist's eyes were filled with emotion, and he chuckled, "When the time comes, I will also train you, old ghost, into a skull."

"Bah, bah, bah! I have been practicing for decades, how can I be caught up by these little kids." The old ghost looked proud and muttered in his heart, "I have worked hard to practice escaping. If I really can't do it, the worst I can do is escape somewhere else. He hid for a few years, changed his appearance, and became a good man again."

Below, Fang Yeyun fought six or seven times in a row. After half a fight, he finally exhausted his strength and was knocked to the ground happily.

Bai Mo helped him up and looked at everyone with an upright face, "Brother Fang has a warm heart and a philanthropic spirit. Even though he is defeated, he is still glorious. I will do the rest!"

In the evening, after Bai Mo returned to the room with Fang Yeyun and Jin Yuanbao without changing his expression, his legs and feet suddenly went weak and he collapsed on the ground.He played seventeen games in a row, and no matter how strong his muscles and bones were, he was exhausted.

"The spoils are divided! The spoils are divided!" Fang Yeyun rubbed his hands and took a big bundle from Jin Yuanbao's hand.

"Hey, there are so many!" There were more than two hundred pieces of meat of various colors in the baggage. Fang Yeyun's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he was overjoyed.

"These flying fish meats total 260 three sticks." Jin Yuanbao said with a smile, "You two have contributed more, so each will take a hundred sticks. My younger brother didn't contribute much, so just get a small change."

"Without Brother Jin's planning, the two of us won't be able to win much even if we are exhausted." Bai Mo shook his head and smiled, "It's just an equal share."

Fang Yeyun also nodded, "Brother Bai is right, it should be divided equally."

Jin Yuanbao didn't refuse, and casually divided the meat strips into three parts of similar sizes, and then mused, "It's a pity that this is a one-time deal. I got emotional on the first day, so more people placed bets. Wait until they respond later." If you look carefully, you'll notice something fishy. I'm afraid someone will come looking for trouble."

Bai Mo's eyes flashed with light and he said confidently, "It doesn't matter, I've seen it. Only a few of these people can make me fearful. I'll stay in the room to avoid the limelight for the next few days. When I finish eating the flying fish meat, I'll be able to There is a [-]% chance of becoming a strong man!”

"The worst case scenario is that I cover my face and let them beat me up," Fang Yeyun chuckled, "You want me to vomit out something after it has entered my stomach."

"That makes sense!" Bai Mo and Jin Yuanbao nodded in admiration at the same time.

For more than half a month after that, Bai Mo and Fang Yeyun stayed at home and kept taking flying fish meat.

As for Jin Yuanbao, he was so close to Da Jing that even though some people hated him, they didn't dare to do anything. They could only stay out of sight and out of mind.

Until that evening, there was a sudden knock on Bai Mo's room.

Bai Mo paused and opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were filled with light, and the dark room seemed like daylight to him.

He slowly spit out a mouthful of gray color, more than three feet long, shaped like a sharp sword, and lingered for a long time.

"Breathing out into a sword, with bright eyes and night vision." Bai Mo's eyes fell on the nearly foot-high pile of skin flakes in the corner, his eyelids twitched, and he felt an inexplicable itchiness all over his body.

With the combination of Feiyu Rou and Wudu Quan, he shed his skin countless times in the past half month, and the color of the skin flakes became lighter and lighter every time. Until today, it is no longer mottled, as thin as cicada wings, transparent and white.

"Fortunately, it's finally done. He is also a general in the army." Bai Mo's eyes flickered, "Moreover, the second move Sanshou and the Chuyuan style have also been initially perfected. I just need to find someone to try it out."

The so-called dragon comes out of the abyss and the wind and rain rise. This Sanshou move requires you to use all your strength at once to form a burst of energy that explodes on the enemy, just like a dragon coming out of the abyss and choosing people to devour. If you can't bear it, you will die.

Therefore, this move consumes a lot of physical strength, and only the endurance of a strong man can withstand it. If the internal organs are not strong enough, they will be injured by their own strength.

"Brother Bai, Brother Bai!!" The knock on the door kept ringing.

When he opened the door, he saw Fang Yeyun's face full of excitement, and he said excitedly, "Brother Bai, I have finally mastered the power of both hardness and softness. I can be called a hero. Walk around and make gestures with me."

Bai Mo raised his arm and crossed it in front of him. He gently squeezed out a mass of muscle from his big arm and said seriously, "Brother Fang, look at my arm, are it strong enough?"

(End of this chapter)