C835 You want to bet too?

You want to bet too?

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"Perhaps, this fellow might have only practiced a single battle technique, a slap to the face!" Some people thought for a long time before speaking with absolute certainty.

"Yeah, according to the legends, there is a super strong expert in The Ancient Era, using a cool breeze to pat her face, maybe Zhang Dongcheng learnt that move?" Someone came to a realization and said with certainty.

The gaze she used to look at Zhang Dongcheng was still full of suspicion.

Zhang Dongcheng just looked at the warriors kneeling on the ground, waved his hand, and said indifferently: "Stand up, I'm just strolling around."

"Master Zhang, you want to take a look around the Demon Moon gambling den? I'm the most familiar with this place, let me lead the way! " Someone was so happy that he immediately crawled up from the ground, pushed Corpse Carrying Taoist to the side and rushed towards Zhang Dongcheng.

"Zhang Sha Shen, what type of beauty do you like? Which beauty here is the most sexy and which is the purest, I am the one! " Someone was extremely excited as he rushed over, pushing Corpse Carrying Taoist who was in his way aside.

"Master, my master, do you like to play dice or gamble? I'll take you there! "

In the chaos, Corpse Carrying Taoist did not know that he had been pushed to the side by a few people. After spinning a few rounds in the middle of the crowd, he directly leaned against the wall and raised his head to look at the snow-white wall …

F * ck, this is my boss, how could he be so nice to my boss in front of me?

Corpse Carrying Taoist was furious, he turned around and shouted, "Boss, why don't we bet again, bet that you will win ten consecutive victories tomorrow!"

After a round of noise and chaos, Corpse Carrying Taoist brought Zhang Dongcheng to the gambling table in front of the arena.

There were more martial artists here, and all of them were betting on the clear sky.

Zhang Dongcheng lifted his head, swept his eyes across the place and discovered his rank.

The Sky Breaking Sect's Sect Leader, Zhang Dongcheng, against the Thousand Sword Sect Leader, Jian Yileng!

Zhang Dongcheng, ten to ten!

Jian Yileng, ten to five!

Damn, my odds are so low. It's clear that the dealer isn't optimistic about me!

If you bet on my victory, ten crystals would be worth ten crystals, and if you bet on Jian Yileng, ten crystals would be worth only five crystals. From this rate, the person who bet on Jian Yileng would at least bet on me!

Is it because my Zhang Sha Shen is too low-key that he looks down on me?

Zhang Dongcheng was a little unhappy.

However, Corpse Carrying Taoist was incomparably happy as he laughed loudly: "Boss, look, no one is optimistic about you! But I think highly of boss! "

Turning around, Corpse Carrying Taoist shouted at the dealer, "This daddy has one million crystals here, bet all of them on Master Zhang to win!"

Once these words were spoken, countless people turned to look at him, their eyes filled with shock.

One million crystals!

This was a huge gamble!

With such a large amount of wealth, coupled with the fact that he didn't see crystal stones as money, he was betting everything on Zhang Dongcheng?

It had to be known that tomorrow, his opponent would be the sect master of the two star nine stage of tribulation, the one who killed the Reverend Brother Cang Xuan Ku of the Great Sorrowful Blue Temple with a single slash, Jian Yileng!

"One million crystals as a bet on Master Zhang to win?" The dealer was also surprised and asked in disbelief.

The surrounding people all looked at Corpse Carrying Taoist like he was an idiot.

"Yes, what's wrong? This daddy here can spend whatever I want to, it's none of your business, what's the meaning of looking at me like that! "

Corpse Carrying Taoist could not hold it in and shouted loudly. He was in a bad mood as he stared at the sect leaders behind Zhang Dongcheng and asked, "Why aren't you betting on my boss's victory?"

"Ah!"

The sect masters who were following by Zhang Dongcheng's side were shocked. They only laughed awkwardly and said, "If you want to suppress my power, then naturally you have to bet on me, Master Zhang, to win, one hundred crystals!"

"Aiya, this is all I have left in my Universe Ring. I bet everything on Master Zhang to win, fifty crystals!"

"I … I … I bet two hundred crystals!"

These fellows were all sect masters, so it was impossible for them to only have so few crystals. However, from the bottom of their hearts, they did not believe that Zhang Dongcheng could win against Jian Yileng.

These guys were all old geezers and used to being slippery. They were all old foxes.

They had only said good words. In any case, they didn't want money for their face, so even if they threw it all at Zhang Dongcheng, they wouldn't lose anything.

However, when they really had to place their bets, they would feel embarrassed. These fellows would not even blink when they bet tens of thousands of crystals on Jian Yileng, but if they bet on Zhang Dongcheng, it would hurt more than a few hundred of them. In their opinion, it was akin to throwing money into the water.

There were many people in every world who talked to each other as if they were people who knew their place and were people who would turn hostile when it was a matter of real interest.

Zhang Dongcheng watched on coldly from the sidelines. He was too lazy to say anything about this matter.

At the side, an incomparably sinister and scornful voice rang out, "Haha, what a coincidence. I didn't expect that the person who will be the victor of the battle arena tomorrow would meet you tonight."

Everyone turned their heads to look and their expressions changed. They dispersed like a tide, revealing a person who was sitting in front of the ninth stage of the gambling house and was as dazzling as a blade.

This person was none other than the sect master of the Thousand Sword Sect, Zhang Dongcheng's opponent for tomorrow, Jian Yileng!

"Sect Leader Jian!"

"Sect Leader Jian!"

Most of the martial artists in Demon Moon Casino kneeled down, not even daring to raise their heads.

And those few who knelt so quickly just now, were even faster, and in the blink of an eye, kneeled towards Jian Yileng.

"Yeah, it's a coincidence. Why, the Sword Sect Leader also came to place his bet? " Zhang Dongcheng looked at Jian Yileng indifferently.

"Hehe, your underlings bet nine consecutive victories against you and won quite a bit. And I, naturally, am also betting on my nine consecutive victories. Is there a problem? " Jian Yileng threw the gambling chip in his hand onto the table and sneered.

There were only nine chips on the table, but each of them was worth a million crystals!

Damn, this guy is really confident. He's betting on himself and winning the match, but he's already earning nine million crystals!

"To bet on oneself to win is a manifestation of one's confidence. What problem can I have? Heh heh. "Zhang Dongcheng was still extremely indifferent as he laughed.

"No problem?" took the chips and walked over, then said to the dealer: "Tomorrow, when I, Jian Yileng fight against Zhang Dongcheng, I bet on myself to win, nine million crystals!"

While talking, Jian Yileng threw the chips over and onto the table. That small voice made everyone feel like thunder in their hearts, making them not know what to do.

Nine million crystals, this was f * cking hell. There were at least a thousand people here, and it was unknown if they could save up that many crystals in their lives!