Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 889
The betting on the water curtain has reached a very appalling number, which makes people a little numb, as if the long string of numbers is not primordial stone at all, but just a number.

It really echoes that sentence, when the money reaches a certain amount, it is not money, but just a series of numbers.

Among the eight seeded players, the one with the most bets is Lin Fengying, the No. 1 young man in the Soul Palace. The number behind him has already reached several hundred, and it is about to break a thousand.

What is the concept of breaking a thousand, that is hundreds of billions of top-grade primordial stones, even for the Eight Banners of the Hall of Souls, it is a very astonishing number.

Followed by Dongfang Yu, there are also hundreds of bets. As for the other seeded players, they seem to be much thinner. After all, in the Wuhun Tower, only Lin Fengying and Dongfang Yu are leading, and they have already hit the first place. At the top of the seventh floor, it is possible to enter the eighth floor at any time.

However, although the number is not impressive, at least there are about [-] bets.

Such an astonishing number has already surpassed other handicap. Everyone's thoughts are put here, and they still have time to look at the handicap of tens of thousands of bets.

Shui Yanlan spoke calmly, and said: "With such a huge bet, let me make a big upset too, one hundred bets, against Mo Chen."

"Whoa!"

Shui Yanlan's betting instantly ignited the scene. So far, one hundred bets is definitely the largest single bet, and it is not the favorite to win the championship, but Mo Chen, although many people are betting on Mo Chen's human youth No. The gold content of 1, but most of them are pieced together. So far, the total is less than one hundred bets.

Shui Yanlan put down one hundred bets all at once, and instantly made Mo Chen's bet rank third.

Judging from the current betting situation, if Mo Chen wins, Xianglanqi can get more than 50.00% of the total bets of the other seeded players, which is nearly [-] billion top-quality primeval stones, and the profit has nearly doubled.

"The Xianglan Banner is so brave, it actually beats one of our own people with a hundred bets."

"You don't understand this, right? The Xianglan Banner has already fallen. If you can't get good results in this Martial Spirit Conference, I'm afraid the structure of the Martial Spirit Hall will change. Shrinking the head is a knife, and stretching the head is also a knife. It's not as good as If you suppress your own people, if you get upset, you will be able to struggle for a while, even if you lose, you will be divided up by other divisions in advance."

"It makes sense, we'd better wait until the time of the martial arts to suppress Mo Chen, the way of the martial soul, I really dare not bet on the unpopular."

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The crowd talked a lot, except for those real gamblers who were betting on Mo Chen, the rest chose Lin Fengying and Dongfang Yu who were the most likely to win the championship.

"Xianglanqi is really an extraordinary shot. He casually took out a hundred bets, so it's not a joke." Xia Houjin was also a little surprised, and then he sneered.

Shui Yanlan smiled lightly: "I got a windfall some time ago, if I add some more, I can still get 100 billion."

Xia Houjin's face suddenly turned cold, and he became a little ferocious. Shui Yanlan's words hit his sore spot. The windfall was naturally referring to the primordial stone he gave to the Xianglan Banner at the Eight Banners Council.

Right now, the inlaid blue flag is betting that he is paying in disguise, how can he not let him secretly hate.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, very good, since it's a windfall, you should come out and share it, Lin Fengying, fifty bets!"

Although he supports Xiahoudun very much mentally, he still has the upper hand intellectually. When estimating who will win the championship, he still chooses Lin Fengying. The benefits are very small, but he feels relieved to be able to carve up the Xianglan Banner.

Xue Zijie was secretly happy at the side. On the surface, it seemed that he was happy because everyone was optimistic about Lin Fengying, but in fact, it was because the more he suppressed, the greater the profit he could get, because he didn't plan to suppress Lin Fengying. wind shadow.

"It seems that everyone is optimistic about Young Master Lin. It should be no problem to win the championship. Let me join in the fun." Mu Qingming counted how many primordial stones he had on him, and prepared to bet on Lin Fengying.

Xue Zijie pressed his hand and shook his head slightly. The latter looked surprised and didn't understand what Xue Zijie meant.

"Xiahou Banner's leader really has the backbone, and even started to suppress outsiders."

Xue Zijie snorted disdainfully, with a strong look of contempt and disdain, and then said: "I bet two hundred bets..."

Two hundred bets!
The crowd fell silent immediately, everyone held their breath and looked at Xue Zijie in shock, the single bet record was broken again.However, what shocked them the most was not breaking the single bet record, but what Xue Zijie said next.

"Two hundred bets, press Mo Chen." Xue Zijie laughed softly.

"Crash!"

There was a staggering all around, and he fainted for a moment. He was very shocked by Xue Zijie's unexpected bet.

He also said that others are oppressing outsiders, isn't he also oppressing outsiders?

Mu Qingming's head was full of black lines, and he said, "Old Xue, did you make a mistake? Young Master Lin is one of your own."

Xue Zijie smiled and said: "Wuhundian is originally a family, and all people in Wuhundian are our own people, there is no distinction from outsiders. Of course, I am not not optimistic about Lin Shao, but I am more optimistic about Mo Chen."

He knew Mo Chen's identity very well, so he naturally knew Mo Chen's strength. It would be a strange thing if he couldn't even win against these juniors, so he naturally wanted to suppress Mo Chen.

"Old Mu, can you suppress it? If not, lend me the primordial stone on your body." Xue Zijie only has so much money on him, and one-third of the resources in Zhenghuang Banner have already been allocated to Mo Chen. There are not many, and the operation of Qingxiao City must be maintained.

Mu Qingming was speechless, and everyone around him was even more speechless.

And just when they were speechless, another startling voice came.

"Three hundred bets, press Mo Chen." Shan Jingtian said suddenly.

dong dong!

At this moment, everyone around fell down, and everyone's expressions changed wildly. Xue Zijie just pressed Mo Chen, but Shan Jingtian also pressed Mo Chen. The unexpected bet made by the two made people completely unable to see the situation clearly.

These two banners are obviously the most powerful winners, but they don't suppress their own people, but instead suppress Mo Chen who is still on the sixth floor, this...

Xue Zijie looked at Shan Jingtian in an instant, and there was a strong light in the depths of his eyes, and at the same time there was a trace of vigilance.

Shan Jingtian dared to place three hundred bets. Could it be that he also knew Mo Chen's identity?
Recalling Mo Chen's words earlier, this possibility seems huge, Shan Jingtian, who is it?

"I always like to bet on dark horses, 300 billion, so it shouldn't be in vain." Shan Jingtian said calmly.

Everyone was speechless for a while, just betting on dark horses, dare to play with 300 billion, Wuhundian is really rich, but no matter how rich it is, this is not the way to play.

In an instant, with Xue Zijie and Shan Jingtian's unexpected bets, Mo Chen's bets surpassed Dongfang Yu's and came to the second place.

Many savvy people, or veterans of the casino, resisted the urge to bet and waited and watched.

Xue Zijie's face was a little gloomy, he stared at Shan Jingtian coldly, and said: "I'll add another two hundred bets, Mo Chen." He allocated all the resources that Zhenghuang Qi could call, and put them all on Mo Chen.

There seemed to be a strong spark between the two, and when they looked at each other, they were filled with endless coldness.

Mu Qingming was sweating profusely. He knew what 400 billion meant, and said again and again: "Old Xue, should you reconsider, no matter how bad it is, the next 200 billion should be pressured on Lin Shao, so the win or loss is not big. .”

Xue Zijie said calmly: "I will definitely support Lin Fengying mentally, but... the bet is still on Mo Chen."

Mu Qingming: "..."

"Interesting, I'll add another [-] bets." Shan Jingtian also smiled lightly. Although the people with the red flags did not dare to insist on his decision, they were all in a cold sweat, feeling very puzzled by such a bet.

Shui Yanlan thought for a moment, and then said: "I will add another two hundred bets to press Mo Chen."

Liang Wenyao also said, "I don't have many primordial stones on me, but how much is this head worth?"

"Ahem!" The surroundings were already astonished to the extreme, such crazy bets were nothing more than that, and there were still people betting on their heads.

"Let me tell you, junior brother, how much is your elm head worth? If you don't have money, don't gamble. If your head moves, then play big." Although Pu Huaqing was admonishing, anyone could hear the words fun.

Liang Wenyao said disdainfully: "Don't you think that Chen Shao's loss is more inconceivable than my head moving? How could such a good opportunity to make money be missed?"

"Are you sure you want to gamble with your own head?" Xia Houjin said coldly.

Liang Wenyao said: "I only have one head, I'm afraid it's not enough. Anyway, if I lose at that time, all the bettors can take whatever part of my body they like. Moreover, the head of Emperor Zun Jiuzhong is worth a lot. Ten billion, right?"

Xia Houjin said: "Your head is your life. I can place two hundred bets for you, but if you lose, I don't want your head. I want you to be my servant. Would you like it?"

Liang Wenyao chuckled, and said, "There are still such idiots in the world, don't let 200 billion be for nothing, I promise you."

"Well, big idiot, no, no, local tyrant, look at how much my head is worth, why don't you bet on us brothers together." Pu Huaqing also became tempted.

The crowd didn't know what to say. The two guys bet their heads, as if they didn't take it seriously, making people very speechless.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Xia Houjin's mouth, and he said coldly: "Eighty emperor, eighty bets, but can you make your own decisions, don't lose at that time, it won't be fun if Xianglanqi doesn't admit it."

Shui Yanlan promised: "Don't worry, if they lose and don't get certified, I will personally chop off their heads and give it to you. In front of tens of thousands of people, Xianglan Banner will never regret it."

Xia Houjin was overjoyed, and said: "Okay, 280 bets, press Mo Chen."

"Hey, thank you local tyrant." Liang Wenyao and Pu Huaqing laughed from ear to ear, and clapped their hands in celebration.

Xia Houjin also sneered in his heart. Once Mo Chen was defeated, he would take these two people as his servants. Not only would Zhengbai Qi's strength be greatly increased, but he would also let them kill Xianglan Qi. It would be a good show then.

Shan Jingtian and Xue Zijie looked at Xia Houjin's obsessive and obscene expression, but they sneered endlessly in their hearts.

I didn't expect that there are such idiots in the world, who are willing to be taken advantage of, and they think they have made a profit, and they laugh so happily.

As for the other members of the Eight Banners, they were secretly startled, most of them didn't dare to continue betting, and their eyes fell on the three banners of Zhenghuang, Xianghong, and Xianglan. Their unexpected bets were the highlight.

Especially those two masters of Xianglanqi put their wealth and life on the line, it was a gamble on their backs.

(End of this chapter)