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"I bet ten gold on myself winning!" Long Xiao Yun threw the purse out and it coincidentally fell into the disciple's hands. The disciple in charge of opening the store was stunned. He didn't know what to say as he took Long Xiao Yun's money bag.

His name was Qian Jin, his ancestors were in business, and he could be considered to have some background. Since he had nothing else to do, he didn't need to worry about food and clothing. One day, he made a bet with someone in his family and said that he wanted to cultivate and become a martial arts expert. If he didn't succeed, then he wouldn't go home. He had really passed the Thousand Mountain Gate entrance exam because he was a little smart.

The family might have some small money, but they weren't some wealthy family or Prominent Class, so they could only be assigned as disciples. After entering, he realized that there was always someone better out there. Qian Youcai was one of the lowest among all the new disciples, so there was basically no hope for him to be promoted to a foreign disciple. However, if he went back like this, his family would definitely make a fool of him, so when money came with it, he would make a fool of himself and hang on.

However, he still inherited the family's business brain. If he had nothing to do, he would bet on it. He would also bet on his martial brothers and sisters to get some cultivation resources, medicine, weapons, martial skills and the like. He could be considered to be quite good. In short, he had a bit of a reputation among the disciples that entered the sect.

There were always conflicts between fellow brothers. If there was money, there was always an opportunity. They would make a deal and make a fortune. However, he had never seen anyone who would bet on him to win. Long Xiao Yun was considered the first.

"What, you don't dare to accept it?" If you don't dare to accept them, then scram, don't cause trouble here! " Long Xiao Yun snapped without a trace of politeness.

"Who said I don't dare to take it? Fine, 10 gold is 10 gold. If you win, I'll give you 20 gold, no, 25 gold!" Qian Youcai didn't think that Long Xiao Yun would win. He didn't want the free ten gold like this for nothing.

"Alright, prepare the twenty-five gold coins!" Long Xiao Yun said confidently, then he crooked his finger at Xiao Lao Er, "Xiao Lao Er, let's forget about the debt between us!"

"Bullsh * t! Your father will make you waste both money and money today!" Xiao Lao San hated Long Xiao Yun's contemptuous gaze. The flower of the sword danced and instantly overflowed with light and color. The sharp sword reflected a cold light that was dazzling to the eye.

"What an ingenious plan!" Long Xiao Yun could not help but sigh at the second elder's high level of swordsmanship. It was even more exquisite than Wang Zuolin, who came from a prestigious clan. From this, it could be seen that before he joined the Thousand Mountain Sect, he had definitely paid respects to a master teacher or obtained some sort of top-notch secret manual.

"Die!" Old Xiao's figure flashed and before the cold light from the flower of the sword had completely disappeared, his figure had already appeared in front of Long Xiao Yun.

Long Xiao Yun shifted to the side and thought that he could dodge the attack, but he didn't expect that Xiao Laoer would react so quickly. Long Xiao Yun only felt his arm go ice-cold, and then he felt a burning pain.

"What a fast sword!" Long Xiao Yun leaped backwards in an attempt to pull away from Xiao Lao Yun. However, Xiao Lao San had instantly arrived and landed almost at the same time as Long Xiao Yun, thrusting towards his chest with his sword.

Long Xiao Yun turned pale with fright. It was impossible for him to completely dodge the attack; he could only move his body slightly to block the attack of Xiao Lao San's sword. "Pfft!" The blade of Old Xiao's sword instantly pierced into Long Xiao Yun's chest.

Xiao Laoer could not help but laugh, "I thought you were amazing, but it turns out you're just so-so!" At this time, Xiao Laoer would either continue to stab, and if Long Xiao Yun didn't die, he would be injured, or he would pull out his sword and attack again. But suddenly, Xiao Laoer discovered that the sharp sword in his hand was unable to advance or retreat.

A devilish smile appeared on Long Xiao Yun's face as he gripped the edge of Old Xiao's sword with one hand. No matter how sharp the blade was, blood continued to flow and he was not relaxed at all. Do you want my life? Leave your hand behind first! " Long Xiao Yun roared as the Death God's Scythe in his right hand made a beautiful turn and chopped towards the hand that was holding the sword.

If Xiao Lao San's reactions were a bit slower, his entire arm would have been chopped off by Long Xiao Yun's Sickle of the God of Death. Xiao Lao San did not expect that Long Xiao Yun would use such a desperate method to deal with him, so he was obviously at a loss.

If he did not let go, his arm would be gone, but when he let go, the sword would be gone. For someone who was used to using swords, without a suitable weapon in hand, their battle strength would be greatly reduced.

In the blink of an eye, Long Xiao Yun's Sickle of the God of Death had already descended. Xiao Lao San had to give up on his sword and protect his arm, but due to his hesitation, his arm had been cut open.

Xiao Laoer felt a stabbing pain and quickly retreated a few steps back. He covered his wound, and fiercely glared at Long Xiao Yun as he scolded, "You're just a lunatic, you're actually making fun of your own life!"

"Hahahahaha," Long Xiao Yun threw his head back and laughed heartily, "Childish, don't tell me you don't want to kill me? Since they were fighting with their lives, why not trade for their lives? "If you can't afford to play anymore, you might as well admit defeat!"

"You …" Xiao Lao San was rendered speechless by Long Xiao Yun's words. He didn't even have a weapon in hand and was slightly injured, so his aura was slightly weaker. He couldn't even muster the courage to argue with Long Xiao Yun.

"What? Are you terrified just because you don't have a sword?" Long Xiao Yun laughed and then pulled out the sharp sword in front of everyone, "Since that's the case, I'll return this broken sword to you!"

Long Xiao Yun was really bold. Without considering the consequences, he casually threw the sword that was stained with his blood back to Xiao Lao San. The sharp sword stabbed into the floor in front of Xiao Lao San, causing it to tremble slightly. Everyone suspected that Long Xiao Yun had really gone mad and switched the sword with Xiao Lao San.

"Zi Yuan, is there something wrong with your little brother's house?" Li Ruofeng pointed at his own head as he asked her.

"You're the one that's sick?" Although Long Ziyuan didn't know why Long Xiao Yun had done this, he believed that Long Xiao Yun must have his own thoughts. He definitely wasn't going to fight a battle that he wasn't confident in.

"You, you, you're looking down on me, I won't accept it!" Xiao Lao San also had his own dignity. If he were to take the sword back at this time, it would be equivalent to slapping his own face.

"It doesn't matter whether you accept it or not. I'll let you feel the call of death!" Long Xiao Yun's aura instantly rose to the highest level. His cultivation was clearly at the first, seventh heaven, but the feeling he gave others was that of the first, eighth heaven.

Not only that, but Long Xiao Yun's aura was also slowly changing. A black evil aura was being emitted from his body, as if everyone present could see the image of the Grim Reaper holding a scythe.

Although this feeling flashed by, it was still very shocking. Before anyone could react, Long Xiao Yun had already brandished the Sickle of the God of Death and chopped it towards Old Xiao's second face.

Xiao Laoer did not dare to be negligent, what dignity, backbone, they were all bullshit. He hurriedly raised his sword to parry the blow, but was knocked back several steps by Long Xiao Yun's overwhelming blade attack.