Unsurpassed Martial Saint

Chapter 691 Bad luck
If Qin Yi loses this battle of destiny, he will not only lose his own 3 years of life, but also pay the middle-aged man with a scar another 5 years of life.

In the end, there were only the beautiful female croupier, the middle-aged man with the scar, two youths from the protoss, the middle-aged woman, and Qin Yi.

Except for Qin Yi, the other five people's points are all good, most likely two extremes.

"Huh? He didn't give up..."

Everyone couldn't help being surprised when they saw Qin Yi still staying.

"What do you want to do?!"

Xiao Yunxian's only hope was that Qin Yi would give up on this match, but this guy didn't give up. He really wanted to piss her off.

"Win money."

Qin Yi said it as a matter of course.

"you……"

Xiao Yunxian was too angry to speak again.

"I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth..."

One of the two Protoss youths who stayed behind was taller and thinner. He looked at Qin Yi with disdain in his eyes. A mere 29 also wanted to win, which was nothing but nonsense.

If Qin Yi was a master of destiny in the hidden world, the tall and thin protoss youth would still be afraid.

Unfortunately……

Qin Yi is indeed a novice in playing destiny.

Not to mention anything else, just based on his movement of shaking the dots, he knew that Qin Yi was playing Destiny for the first time. It was absolutely impossible for such a person to win against them with points like "29".

"It's my turn."

The beautiful female dealer suddenly spoke, as if her voice was always like Xia Feng, her eyes naturally fell on Qin Yi, and said: "I will challenge everyone except you."

"what?!"

Before the words fell, the people at the scene, whether they were disciples or the audience, were all taken aback.

Obviously, Qin Yi is a fat sheep, but the beautiful female croupier gave up, which is really puzzling.

Of course, some people can still understand.

Although Qin Yi is a novice, no one knows if he is really a novice. After all, such things as pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger have not never happened.

As a dealer, stability is the most important thing.

It doesn't matter how much you win, the important thing is not to lose.

Without really finding out about Qin Yi's background, it's not a big problem for the beautiful female croupier to keep a hand.

"You are too careful."

The middle-aged man with the scar glanced at the beautiful female dealer.

The beautiful female dealer just smiled lightly, not paying attention to the ridicule of the middle-aged man with the scar.

She is not playing the destiny herself, but represents Qianlong Building, be careful, there will be no mistakes.

Next, the two protoss youths and middle-aged women did not have as many scruples as the beautiful female dealer, and without exception, they all chose Qin Yi as their opponent in the battle of destiny.

In this way, except for the beautiful female dealer, Qin Yi became the enemy of everyone.

In other words, once Qin Yi loses, he will die a miserable death and need to pay a lot of life yuan.

If not, then you can only work hard and become a slave to others.

In the land of fighting life, there is no such thing as "debt".

Otherwise, the place of fighting for life will not become a place of darkness.

If you lose, you may really lose your life, including everything about yourself.

"Okay, the biggest one will go first."

It is not difficult to understand that the beautiful female croupier would choose Qin Yi as an opponent for everyone. If she did not represent Qianlong Building, she would have such a choice.

In the eyes of all the disciples, Qin Yi is a fat sheep.

Those fateful disciples who gave up, if it wasn't for the scarred middle-aged man who wanted to kill them all, it is estimated that none of them would have given up such an opportunity.

The life disciples will go through some calculations, how much they win, how much they lose, and whether they win more or lose more in the end, so that every detail will be considered clearly.

Obviously, those fate disciples who gave up thought that they could not win more from Qin Yi than those who lost to the middle-aged man with a scar, and could only give up this battle of destiny.

Hearing the voice of the beautiful female dealer, the middle-aged man with a scar just smiled triumphantly and knocked on the table lightly.

The jet-black fate cup quietly disappeared, leaving only twelve fates on the table, without exception, all twelve-sided dice, about the size of peanuts, crystal clear, like white crystals, You can tell at a glance that it is not ordinary.

"The number of poles..."

The people present saw the arrangement of the fates clearly. Among the twelve fates, five are "four" and five are "eight". This is one of the "numbers of two poles", although they have already guessed Arrived, still a little surprised.

The remaining two lives have no points, only colors, one red and one white.

Such an arrangement, in the destiny, is called "small cathode", which is the smallest number among the two poles.

Even so, it is not an easy task to win such points, after all, other life disciples will not let the scarred middle-aged man get his wish.

Although the total number of fates is only sixty, but the colors are counted as ten, one red and one white, only twenty, so the final score is eighty.

The middle-aged man with the scar looked surprised when he saw the others, and he was filled with pride.

If there is no interference from other people, he is only [-]% sure that he will get the number of "little cathode".

Everyone's lives are mutually influencing each other. It is really not an easy task to shake out the ideal points. Once the number of lives is robbed, it is difficult to get it back.

No matter how powerful a life disciple is, it is impossible to shake out twelve life numbers that he wants at the same time, he can only shake out one by one.

As a result, this creates a time difference. When the number of lives you want is shaken, other life disciples may occupy the remaining number of lives you want.

therefore.

For this result, the middle-aged man with the scar is still very satisfied.

The beautiful female croupier was not surprised when she saw this scene. She expected to lose to the middle-aged man with the scar in this battle of fate. good.

"it's your turn."

The middle-aged man with the scar took a proud look at the beautiful female dealer.

Hearing the words, the beautiful female croupier still smiled lightly, tapped the table gently, and the fate cup in front of her disappeared, revealing twelve fates.

"Pity……"

Everyone saw the arrangement of the beautiful female croupier's fate clearly, and couldn't help sighing. Four "three", four "six" and four "nine" are exactly the "number of three talents", called "three". "Emperor" is the biggest one.

It can only be said that it is really bad luck that the largest number of three talents meets the smallest number of two extremes, what a pity...

"Ha ha……"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man with the scar even laughed triumphantly.

The pretty female croupier didn't seem to hear it, she was still like that, with a natural smile on her face.

Seeing the smile of the beautiful female dealer, the middle-aged man with a scar felt uncomfortable for a while, and couldn't believe that he couldn't conquer this arrogant and charming orchid.

"It's my turn."

(End of this chapter)