"Haha!"

Shen Kuan touched the silver and smiled like an idiot.

They had just gone to Wanyuan Gambling House to get the gambling money, and the boss changed to a thin man, but fortunately, he didn't pay the bills, and happily paid the two of them 1,000 taels of silver each.

Fang Xile gave him a blank look: "Hey, come back to your senses!"

"Let me get excited for a moment, I've never seen so much silver!"

Fang Xile said hehe, a thousand taels of silver laughed like this, it was really useless.

Thinking that when she saw the golden house of the paper-cut real person, it was not very good, Fang Xile recalled the appearance of the golden house, paving the floor with gold bricks, painting the walls with gold, gold and silver everywhere, and eyes full of jewels......

"Boss, why are you drooling?"

Fang Xile quickly erased it and glared at him fiercely: "You are wrong!"

"I didn't. ”

"There are still a lot of ghosts in Xichuan County that haven't been cleaned up......," Fang Xile said sadly.

Shen Kuan seconded: "What, I sometimes have bad eyes......"

To be a little brother is to be clever!

"Boss, today is the top four showdown, or I'll bet on you, and you will win again?"

Shen Kuan tasted the sweetness of gambling, and the money came too quickly.

He already knew that Fang Xile was an innate martial artist, and it was not without a chance to win the first place.

Fang Xile stopped and said earnestly, "You think I was gambling before?"

"I never gamble, less than 90 percent of the time is called gambling, and I only do things that I am more than 90 percent sure of. For example, betting that I can be in the top 10, this is not called gambling, this is called early investment. ”

Shen Kuan nodded, although he didn't understand.

The first element of being a little brother, what the boss said, is all right!

Fang Xile changed the topic: "I suggest you take Cheng Yujing." ”

The top four rewards are all innate Qi Dan, since the prizes are the same, why does she have to fight for the first place.

The most important thing is that she can't be injured, and she must deal with Hu Wenzhi in the best condition.

"Cheng Yujing?"

Fang Xile's first game today is against Cheng Yujing, does the boss feel that he can't beat it, so he gives up on himself?

"Boss, then do you also bet on Cheng Yujing?"

Fang Xile shook his head: "Cheng Yujing is not a dark horse, how much money can he earn?" ”

Shen Kuan nodded as if he understood whether he understood or not, and did not ask.

The second element of being a little brother, don't ask if you don't understand, otherwise the boss will think you're mentally retarded!

......

Semi-final venue

This time, the three grandmasters arrived together, sat in the referee's seat, and watched the game.

"Fang Xile vs. Cheng Yujing!"

In the tsunami-like cheers of the martial artists in the audience, Fang Xile still climbed the ring with both hands and climbed the mountain slowly.

This time there was no laughter, and no one was sarcastic.

After so many games, no matter how stupid they are, they know that no one can get this far by sheer luck.

And Fang Xile's information has been made public.

Probably because the referee couldn't stand Fang Xile pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, the information written by himself had four big characters on it - congenital martial artist.

A nineteen-year-old innate martial artist, a genius like Bai Xiucheng!

Looking at Fang Xile's actions on stage, people were a little moved, a congenital martial artist, who is still so low-key and unpretentious, is really a model for my generation.

Just like if you dare to wear grandma cloth shoes at work, it is unprofessional, but if a certain horse boss wears it, it is to promote traditional Chinese virtues.

The same thing, people of different identities do it, and the effect is completely different.

Cheng Yujing was wearing a neat military uniform, embroidered with gold threads and covered with various complicated patterns, shining golden under the sun.

The hair is firmly fastened to the top of the head with a gold headband, and the scabbard in the hand is studded with gold and jade.

The guy is quite handsome, but what's going on with this full nouveau riche vibe?

Cheng Yujing saw Fang Xile staring at his saber and shook the scabbard: "There were originally a lot of gems on it, but I think it should be low-key, so I replaced it with gold and jade." ”

“......”

Fang Xile said she had nothing to say.

"Young Zhuang Master, do you want fake service? I can lose in various postures, to your satisfaction, how about the price of five hundred taels of silver, it's just a small amount of money for you, right?"

Baijian Villa is rich and recognized by the rivers and lakes.

“......”

Cheng Yujing looked around weakly, and found that neither the audience nor the referee were aware of it, and then reacted, it was a skill that only innate martial artists could master.

Cheng Yujing's face turned red, he was angry, he was a swordsman, he had to be sincere in his heart and sincere in his sword, how could he be a fraud?

Fang Xile definitely looked down on him, even if he lost, he would never do such a thing, no, how could he lose?

"Look at the sword!"

As soon as he held the hilt of the sword, Cheng Yujing's momentum changed.

It is like an indestructible sword, inserted into people's hearts.

Weak-willed people may have given up resistance at this moment.

The first style of swordsmanship - the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves

There is no unified swordsmanship in the Hundred Swords Villa, they have a Hundred Swords Sword Codex, everyone in front of the Sword Codex, will participate in different swordsmanship, some strong and some weak, some complete, and some incomplete.

And what Cheng Yujing realized in the sword book was this set of autumn wind swordsmanship.

As soon as the sword move came out of the wind, the people around him all pressed their clothes to avoid being blown away by the wind.

The deer water is like spring all year round, and there is no falling leaves, but the leaves on the trees are now detached from the branches and flying in the air.

With the sword moves, it is overwhelming.

Fang Xile struggled to dodge, but his face was still scratched by the leaves.

She reached out and touched it, and felt a bright red.

Flying flowers and falling leaves can hurt people!

"Master Cheng Zhuang has raised a good son! Ling Gongzi is already a master of swordsmanship!"

"Where, where," Cheng Rusong was proud, but his mouth was modest: "It's far worse than Lingtu!"

Bai Xiucheng and Li Zhao also frowned slightly, Cheng Yujing is a fierce rival!

Fang Xile's several sprints were stopped by the overwhelming leaves, and there were a few more wounds on his body.

In other words, it was not the leaves that stopped her, but the sword qi.

"Interesting!" Fang Xile's eyes lit up and he laughed: "You have fallen leaves, I have meteor showers!"

Countless sword lights poured down, colliding with the sword qi.

The whole ring shook with it.

Everyone in the audience gasped, it was too strong!

He is worthy of being the leader of the younger generation, as long as they are given time, the Grandmaster will definitely be fine!

Suddenly, Cheng Yujing had an alarm bell in his heart, and turned around with a sword.

"Jingle Bell—"

In the blink of an eye, the sound of swords clashing was endless.

Cheng Yujing secretly complained, where did this person jump out, the speed and strength were amazing, and after a while, he was numb.

Finger Signing!

A dark energy came out of his finger and hit his hand, and the sword suddenly came out of his hand.

Not good!

Cheng Yujing is very skillful, and he has seven points on the sword, and it is dangerous to lose the sword.

"Ah, my knife!"

At the same time, Fang Xile shouted, and the knife in his hand flew out.

Cheng Yujing's whole body was blinded, I didn't touch it, why did your knife fly? I think your knife is touching porcelain, but there is no evidence.