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- The Green-eyed Eagle Ancestor and Qingtian Turtle God were dumbfounded. Is this Heavenly Sword God Ancestor a lunatic? Chiyuan Mingjun himself, how dare he place such a big bet?
Standing next to Lin Chen, Xiaohuo saw them dumbfounded, and said sarcastically: "Just now you said that my father has no money, what about now? Do you have the ability to get 100 billion?"
Snapped!
This sentence was like a slap in the face of Lutong Yingzu and Lutong Yingzu, making them blushed and panicked. It's really too bullying. Is it great to be rich?
As the saying goes, the enemy of an enemy is a friend. Seeing this, the Hei Prison Sword Ancestor immediately stood up for the two of them: "Your cheap father will be defeated by my sword, and this hundred billion middle-grade sacred stones will eventually belong to Mingjun."
Chiyuan Mingjun doesn't care about these things, what he cares about is his face, and he thinks that Lin Chen's move is tantamount to openly fighting against himself and slapping himself in the face.
With a flash of anger on his face, Chiyuan Mingjun stared at Lin Chen contemptuously, and said, "Heavenly Sword God Ancestor, you are very courageous, and you have taken this hundred billion middle-grade god Shiben."
Lin Chen smiled softly: "I want to thank you for giving me the chance to earn one trillion mid-grade divine stones. I hope you can get them out by then."
"Don't bother you, you should consider how to escape from the sword of Heilao."
Chiyuan Mingjun looked stern, feeling that his majesty had been seriously challenged, he immediately waved his sleeve robe and ordered the green bearded old man to keep accounts.
"yes."
The green-bearded old man opened and closed his eyes, divided his mental power into hundreds and thousands of strands, put them into the storage spirit ring on the table, and counted the sacred stones inside, with the assistance of two other old men.
After dozens of breaths, the green-bearded old man looked at Lin Chen, and asked in a cold voice: "Sword God Ancestor, I will ask you again, are you sure you want to bet on the 100 billion middle-grade divine stones and this mixed spirit bead?" win by yourself?"
"Sure." Lin Chen said lightly.
"Okay." The green-bearded old man nodded coldly, quickly wrote out a voucher, asked Lin Chen to sign it, pressed his fingerprints, and finally handed the voucher to Lin Chen.
Lin Chen glanced at it, and after confirming that it was correct, he took back the certificate to the storage spirit ring, and said to Xiaohuo: "Go." After finishing speaking, he walked outside with a normal face.
Man Lei Qiang Zu hesitated for a moment, then chased after him: "Sky Sword God Ancestor, wait for me."
Xiao Huo said to him carelessly: "Daddy and I offended that Chi Yuan Mingjun to death, and you must have offended him too if you rushed to come forward."
Man Lei Qiangzu grinned, showing his snow-white front teeth, and said, "Your father has done things that many people want to do but dare not do. It's really satisfying to watch."
After hearing this, Xiao Huo chatted with him more happily, but Lin Chen didn't care, and walked forward, getting closer and closer to the killing field.
Hei Prison Sword Ancestor looked at Lin Chen's back, felt great hatred, and cupped his hands to Chiyuan Mingjun and said: "Don't worry, Mingjun, I will definitely abolish him with my own hands."
"I believe you won't let me down, but this son dared to provoke me openly, and he is so conceited, he obviously has something to rely on, so don't be careless. If you lose, don't blame me for not helping you." Chi Yuan Mingjun's eyes were warning, and he said meaningfully.
"yes."
The Hei Prison Sword Ancestor met his eyes, and suddenly his heart was excited, and he quickly bowed and said yes.
"Walk."
Chiyuan Mingjun turned around and went to the killing field. Heiyu Jianzu and others hurriedly retreated to the left and right, and then hurriedly followed, showing extreme respect.
Seeing Chiyuan Mingjun's leaving posture, the ancestors of the nine gods inside and outside the Wanjin Tower looked at each other, speechless for a while.
At this time, a warm and jade-like voice sounded outside: "Wanfu benefactor, why don't we bet Tiantian sword benefactor to win?"
I saw two people standing on the periphery of a group of Nine Dao Gods, one is Wanfu Dianzu, and the other is a monk of the Bright Demon Race, with fair skin and handsome appearance, known as Hongguang Chanzu.
Hearing this, Wan Fu Dianzu shook his head quickly and said, "Master Changuang, the Sword God Ancestor was a lunatic that day, why are you following him crazy? Betting on him to win, you will definitely lose everything."
Zenzu Hongguang said with a smile: "This heavenly sword benefactor, who won the title of the strongest of the six heavens in a row, and was promoted by your human race as the number one swordsman genius, is by no means a lunatic."
Wanfu Dianzu was speechless, and heard the other party say: "Just now he faced the imposing benefactor Chiyuan, and he did not change his face, and made a big gamble, which shows that he has a plan in mind."
Wanfu Dianzu forcefully argued: "He was bluffing, pretending to be calm, not to mention the strength of the Black Prison Sword Ancestor, which is obvious to all, he has no chance of winning."
"Amitabha Buddha."
Hongguang Chanzu put his hands together and did not argue with him.Walking into Wanjin Building by himself, he politely said to the green-bearded old man: "Poor monk Hong Guang, bet five billion middle-grade divine stones respectively, and bet on Heiyu Sword Ancestor and Heaven Sword Ancestor to win."
After finishing speaking, he took out ten billion middle-grade divine stones and handed them to the green-bearded old man.
"Hong Guang, you have both ends."
The green-bearded old man made a joke, and quickly prepared two vouchers for him.
"Amitabha, money is something outside of the body, and the poor monk is just for fun." Chanzu Hongguang smiled and put away the voucher, turned around and walked out.
Wanfu Dianzu sighed: "Master Hongguang, if you bet on both sides, even if the Black Prison Sword Ancestor wins in the end, you will lose more than half of it."
"Even if you lose money, it's not a problem." Chanzu Hongguang said with a gesture of treating money as dung.
"You really are open-minded."
Wanfu Dianzu praised him on his lips, but he slandered him in his heart: "Stinky donkey, if you don't love money, then wouldn't I, Wanfu, become a saint?"
Chanzu Hongguang asked with a smile: "Wanfu benefactor, don't you bet?"
"I bet 10 billion, betting that Hei Prison Sword Ancestor will win." Wan Fu Dian Ancestor replied.
"The benefactor of Wanfu is very courageous, but if the sword ancestor of the black prison loses, you will lose a lot. You might as well learn from the poor monk and bet on both sides, and you will not lose." Chanzu Hongguang praised.
"No, I believe in Hei Prison Sword Ancestor." Wan Fu Dian Ancestor smiled.
"Well, then let's go to the killing field."
Chanzu Hongguang smiled and nodded, chatting with him while going.
Seeing this, the ancestors of the Nine Paths discussed in a low voice: "It is said in a low voice: "Ordinary people say that Zen Zu Hongguang has a good eye and is very accurate in seeing people. Every time he bets, he always makes money and never loses money. We earn more and lose less. Why don't we also bet? Let's bet on that Heavenly Sword God Ancestor winning?"
Soon someone agreed: "That's right, we can gamble less. The odds of Sword God Ancestor that day were 10 to 10. If he wins, even if there is only a billion bet, he can still get 10 billion."
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