Blade and Sword God Sovereign

Just when everyone felt sorry for Liang Feixue, suddenly, unexpected changes that no one had thought of, at this time, appeared in a jaw-dropping situation -

The fat man suddenly stopped dodging.

He took the three strokes with the long sword in his hand and Liang Feixue. Then he took the opportunity to open the distance and waved his hand in a hurry. "Stop! Stop! Don't fight, don't fight, my mom, I can't." I am starving to death. If I don’t eat anything, I will starve to death. Forget it, you won, don’t fight...”

Between the words, I actually jumped directly from the downfall.

The crowd saw that the dead fat man was like a wild dog, and couldn’t wait to rush to the player’s rest preparation area, and a golden crispy roast chicken with a seductive scent appeared from his baggage. Two tears open, frantically smothered into his mouth.

"Your sister..." Ding Hao couldn't resist the black line of a forehead.

What kind of trouble is this?

Liang Feixue stood on the ring.

This steadfast and low-key [Seven Yimeng] second child, apparently did not think that he would eventually win the final victory in this way, a pair of Danfeng eyes, revealing a look of laughter and laughter.

After a short silence, a burst of laughter broke out around the ring.

The disciples of the North Shirts of the North Shirts bowed their heads one by one, and they wanted to find a place to sneak in. This dead fat man is really a natural food. Actually, at this time, the chain is lost. This is the face of the entire North Shirt. Ah, it’s too shameful, too shameless!

I have been eating this goods all the time [Jiao is not separated from Meng, Meng is not out of focus] Beautiful young Lin Xin, at this time also sitting in the rest area, staring at the fat man with a fierce look, a pair of demarcation, cutting the robe, right now, I Do not know this fat man] expression.

"White Shirt Intermediate Court, Liang Fei Xue Sheng!"

The magistrate loudly announced the outcome of the final match.

This contest is undoubtedly the most wonderful one since the start of the Fifth Academy. People may have expected the outcome, but they did not anticipate the process. They did not expect it. The final decision on the outcome of the game was actually "hungry." "This is the most unreasonable reason.

The disciples of the White Shirt Intermediate Court cheered and greeted Liang Feixue.

The victory of Liang Feixue made the distance between the two shirts in the middle of the "two finals of the players in the finals", and it was a step closer.

As for Li Muyun?

Although Ding Hao is also very powerful, almost no one thinks that the mysterious and prestigious [Seven Leagues] will lose.

Because Li Muyun has absolute strength.

......

"Bet, ah, bet, the five courtyards, Li Muyun to Ding Hao, from the beginning of the contest, there is still a fragrant time, buy off hand ah ..."

In some hidden corners outside the Yanwu District, such voices are constantly coming out.

Some people secretly opened a gambling bureau and regarded the five-storey ratio as an opportunity to collect money. This has indeed attracted many registered disciples and even the participation of outside and inner disciples, and the business is hot.

Of course, the bookmakers who can organize such a gambling game, at least also ask the internal disciples of Jianzong, have outstanding status and credibility.

Although it is absolutely generous for the doorman to provide a variety of cultivation resources, the resources needed to cultivate the martial arts are enormous and unlimited. Almost any martial arts strong are piled up with money and resources. The poor and the scattered It is too difficult to get ahead.

Through various assessments in the martial art, setting up gambling and converging money is one of the favorite ways of many inner disciples.

Moreover, the sect of the sect is not banned.

"Hey, there is still a fragrant time, Ding brother's game is about to begin, what do you pull me here?" Zhang Fan looked at Wang Xiaoqi dissatisfiedly, and two people sneaked into the crowd.

"Oh, of course, to make a profit." Wang Xiaoqiu thief laughed, his eyes moving back and forth on several stalls.

Zhang Fanwen said, cautiously suggested: "You want to bet? Don't lose it when you get there."

“Hey, how can I pay for it?” Wang Xiaoqi has already selected one of the largest stalls at this time, and squeezed in. He is very familiar: “Boss, talk about odds, who is Ding’s brother and Li’s brother. Is the odds higher?"

"Ding Hao lost 10, Li Muyun lost a little five, buy it away!" The stall owner warmly greeted.

Zhang Fanyun asked in the fog: "Hey? What do you mean?"

Feelings This hunter boy is too simple to know what the odds are.

Wang Xiaoqi patiently explained a few words, Zhang Fan suddenly angered: "What? Look down on Ding brother? The odds are so high? Xiaoqi, we will suppress the brother, how much do you have?"

Wang Xiaoqiyi, I didn’t expect the hunter boy to change so fast, and immediately took out a few gold tickets from his arms, and there were a lot of golden leaves, throwing them on the stalls and shouting: “Golden 10,000, press Ding Hao win!"

Zhang Fan and the people around him both took a breath.

One thousand two?

This shot is too wide, right?

The eyes of the stall owner smiled into a flower: "This brother is really generous, ask the swordsman's fair gold ticket? No problem, just one thousand two, this is the bet of the bet, you collect it!"

Wang Xiaoqi enjoyed the shocked eyes around him and plucked his credentials with enthusiasm.

Zhang Fan suddenly felt a good impression on him: "Xiao Qi, you have so much confidence in Master Ding, I also believe that Master Ding will win, then you will get rich."

Wang Xiaoqi smiled and said: "It’s not me, it’s us, and Ding’s brother, this is two thousand. If we win the money, we will divide it.”

Zhang Fan scared a big jump: "How is this going? I haven't got a silver or two..."

"I can do it." Wang Xiaoqi took Zhang Fan out of the room and rushed to him: "Go back soon, the game of Master Ding is about to begin. We must cheer for Master Ding."

"Good." When it comes to this matter, Zhang Fan is also anxious.

"Hey, hehe..." After a few steps, Wang Xiaoqi suddenly hugged his stomach: "No, my stomach hurts, I want to diarrhea. You must go back and cheer for Master Ding. I went to the latrine and came later. ......"

Zhang Fan did not suspect him, and sighed, separated the crowd and walked toward the No. 1 ring.

Seeing that Zhang Fan was far away, Wang Xiaoqi smiled and returned to the previous stall. In the eyes of everyone who was shocked and envious, he threw three thousand two gold and laughed loudly: "Fast and fast, thirty thousand two Press Li Muyun to win, boss, give me the credentials!"

Shou, Wang Xiaoqi smiled out of the crowd.

"Hey, Ding brother, although I also believe in you, but businessmen can't hang on a tree. I want to make money. When I make money, everyone can share it. Don't blame me for you. No confidence."

Say, collect your credentials and rush toward the No. 1 ring.

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