Palace of Heavenly Kings

Chapter 1190 Gambling
Regaining his mood, Chen Mo came to the old man. This time, Chen Mo restrained his temper and raised his head to look at the old man. The old man's nostrils were upturned, and he looked at Chen Mo with disdain.

"Senior, it is said that people in the arena are gamblers by nature. I wonder if you are willing to bet with me. As long as I complete a hundred consecutive victories in the arena, you will apologize to me."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the old man and sister Hong changed.

Even the faces of the two guards showed disdain.

Let alone Chen Mo's [-]-game winning streak, even [-] consecutive victories would impress them.

But Sister Hong didn't expect Chen Mo not only to not admit his mistake, but also to fight with the old man, which made her speechless for a while, and at the same time felt a little meager, could Chen Mo complete the winning streak?

"Boy, you said you want to fight with me?"

The old man was happy, "Since the opening of the arena, there are not no monks who have won a hundred consecutive victories. They have all become strong ones. It is a strong person who transforms gods."

"That's why the arena is protected by the Shutian Gate, and no one will cause trouble. But you are not a Tianxing person at first glance, but dare to make trouble here. I guarantee you will not end well."

Liang Huashao!
As soon as Chen Mo heard this name, he knew that he was the current ruler of Tianmen.

However, due to Liang Huashao's advanced age.

So Shenlong sees the beginning but does not see the end, which is a signal to Chen Mo.

The gladiatorial arena is covered by a sky gate, so it is easier for him to break into the interior.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo vowed: "Senior, you only need to answer whether I accept my bet, if not, then I won't force it."

"Who says you don't want to, I'm afraid you'll renege on your debt." The old man immediately agreed.

He didn't believe that Chen Mo could complete a hundred consecutive victories. After all, it's been too long since such a strong man appeared in the arena.
Immediately, Chen Mo and the old man high-fived.

Chen Mo won the old man and apologized, and lost Chen Mo not only apologized, but also left Suan Tianxing.

In this regard, Chen Mo has no pressure at all.

"Sister Hong, take him to the Black Tortoise Field, I want to see how he can complete a hundred consecutive victories." The old man ordered.

Sister Hong nodded and took Chen Mo to the Xuanwu field.

Along the way, Chen Mo asked curiously: "Sister Hong, the elders just gave you three points of courtesy, I don't know what status you have?"

After hearing Chen Mo's words, Sister Hong stopped in her tracks, and a look of worry flashed across her beautiful face. It was hard to imagine that a person in a high position like her would have such an expression.

"Young Master, as the saying goes, a woman's lack of talent is virtue, but I show my face and play tricks on others every day, or this is my helpless behavior."

At this moment, Sister Hong doesn't have much charm, but instead gives Chen Mo a very warm temperament. There must be something hard to tell about her, but Chen Mo won't ask.

Everyone has their own secrets.

Either bury it in your heart, or tell others.

When I came to the Xuanwu Field, I looked up and saw a sea of ​​people. The layout in the middle was almost the same as that of the Xuanwu Field, except...it was a huge arena, and there were already people fighting in the arena.

The viewing seats in the form of circles are overcrowded.

Sister Hong found a manager on the edge, and said straight to the point: "He is here to participate in the Xuanwu field. If you think his strength is suitable, then transfer him away from the Baisheng field."

"he?"

The manager's tinted glasses looked directly at Chen Mo. In his opinion, Chen Mo was very ordinary, with a flat temperament and no aura of a strong man. Such a guy came to Baisheng Field to gather the number of people.

However, since it was arranged by Sister Hong.

No matter how dissatisfied the steward is, he will arrange appearances for Chen Mo.

Chen Mo looked at the steward.

A black robe set off his seriousness and uncommonness, his weather-beaten expression was not angry and majestic, the abyss was as deep as the sea, and he had the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"If the guess is right, you should be here for gold plating."

The steward showed that I saw through you, and sneered: "I look down on people like you very much. You said that your place is not good, and you insist on coming to the arena, which may be life-threatening."

"However, for Sister Hong's sake, I will arrange for you an opponent with poor cultivation."

The steward's name is Gou Cangtian.

He has been in charge of the arena for several years. Generally, the monks brought by Sister Hong are the eldest sons of a certain family. The purpose is to participate in the Xuanwu arena and increase his reputation.

Someone like Chen Mo who looks weak.

Gou Cangtian was even more sure that Chen Mo was here for gold plating.

After hearing Gou Cangtian's words, Chen Mo smiled and remained silent.

If others don't recognize me, it is impossible for me to have to compete. In the end, not only is it a waste of time, but even if it proves successful, it can only make the other party look up to me.

Therefore, there is no need to waste words with him.

Seeing that Chen Mo didn't speak, Gou Cangtian became more convinced of his own thoughts, and he spoke without fear. He pointed at the two people who were fighting in the ring, "See, those two people's cultivation base is Nascent Soul cultivator, and they are all the same in the sky. A genius who waits for one can be vulnerable in a hundred victories, and can't last ten consecutive victories."

Chen Mo looked towards the arena. The two early Yuanying cultivators in the middle had equal fighting power. Their shots were extremely fierce, and they pursued a one-hit kill, but because their hands had super-strong body skills, they were able to dodge them dangerously. opponent's attack.

Gou Cangtian said again: "Boy, it's still too late to quit now. Don't let me arrange an opponent for you. If you are defeated in one fell swoop, it will be embarrassing at the slightest, or your life will be at stake."

"Senior, please arrange an opponent."

Just when Gou Cangtian thought that Chen Mo would quit.

Chen Mo's words left Gou Cangtian speechless, this guy must be deaf, he said so much, just hoped that he would quit, so as not to sacrifice his life.

As a result, Chen Mo still had to arrange opponents.

"Very good, since you want to arrange an opponent, then I will do as you wish." Gou Cangtian said coldly in anger: "Once the two in the ring decide the winner, you will deal with the victor."

Gou Cangtian would like to know, what confidence does Chen Mo have, dare to fight on stage, and the monks who can come to the Xuanwu Field are all famous geniuses, and they all increase their fame or earn spirit stones.

Therefore, the monks in Xuanwu field never release water.

"Look, Qin Hai has won." At this moment, the audience erupted, and the two monks in the ring decided the winner. The winner was named Qin Hai. After he won, he enjoyed the attention of all the people.

"Qin Hai, I love you."

"Qin Hai, you are so handsome, I want to give birth to a monkey for you." A beautiful woman couldn't help flirting with Qin Hai, her fanatical attitude seemed to swallow Qin Hai alive.

This surprised Chen Mo. Sure enough, women are all vain, because Chen Mo saw Qin Hai's face, which was uglier than most people, and even more vicious.

Didn't this guy just win a round of Xuanwu Field?

As for being so dazzling?

(End of this chapter)