Xia Donghai was clearly joking with women, but Zhao Yang felt that his joke was very mysterious.

A Buddhist warrior who uses a long stick may really be able to win this game with a Buddhist mantra.

At the same time, Jin Pengfei, who was sitting in the distance, stretched his neck to look at Zhao Yang and Xia Feng, and when he retracted his neck, he said to Lan Xuefeng stupidly: "You are not allowed to take pictures here, otherwise I will have to take pictures of the two of them!"

"Pengfei, don't be impulsive, what kind of place is this, if you dare to take pictures, you won't be able to get out!" Fang Xiaojun frowned and said.

"I'm just casually talking, I understand the rules here!" Jin Pengfei said with a smile.

Jin Pengfei said that he had no intention, but Lan Xuefeng heard it in his ears, but he couldn't help but have some thoughts!

"Xuefeng, what are you thinking?" Jin Pengfei saw that he was a little distracted, and couldn't help but turn him around and asked.

"Ah, didn't think about anything. Lan Xuefeng came back to his senses and said quickly.

"Actually, if you feel the need, you can tell Grandpa Xia about it. Jin Pengfei instigated.

"Didn't you just say that you wouldn't let me go out and talk about things here?" How could Lan Xuefeng not hear what Jin Pengfei meant, so he was unwilling to be a gunman for Jin Pengfei, and besides, Xia Zhen hated villains the most in his life!

"Ah, haha, did I say it, damn, I forgot about it, yes, you can't tell the matter here, you must not say it!" Jin Pengfei laughed a few times, and said with a straight face.

"I won't. Lan Xuefeng replied lightly.

At this time, the Buddhist and Taoist warriors had already fought with the Black Sickle Sect warriors, and the two sides fought very fiercely, and the audience was desperately applauding.

Watching martial arts duels is much more interesting than watching black market boxing, especially for these rich people who like novelties.

"It's really indistinguishable!" Xia Feng couldn't help but sigh.

"These two guys are about the same strength, and it's hard to tell the winner. Zhao Yang nodded and said.

"Zhao Yang, how did you see that muscular man was going to lose just now?" Xia Feng asked.

Zhao Yang thought about it and felt that there was no need to sell Guan Zi anymore, so he leaned into Xia Feng's ear and said a few words.

At this moment, Xia Feng couldn't help but let out an exclamation, gritted his teeth and said, "It turns out that we are all routine!"

"It's not a trick, who made you look bad. Zhao Yang smiled faintly.

"How can there be such a thin line in this world?" Xia Feng asked stunned.

"Isn't what you're seeing now all that you couldn't have dreamed of before?" Zhao Yang asked.

"That's right!" Xia Feng nodded and said.

Then the two of them continued to watch the battle, this black sickle sect martial artist's tricks are weird, often unexpected, and the stick of the Buddhist warrior is wide open and closed, it should be majestic, but it is always hindered by the black sickle warrior's moves, and he can't let go of his hands and feet, and is slightly at a disadvantage.

However, soon, the Buddha and Taoist warriors pronounced a Buddha horn in their mouths!

Immediately afterwards, the movements of the black sickle warrior obviously stagnated, and in an instant, the Buddhist warrior slashed at the shoulder of the black sickle warrior, and the black sickle warrior screamed in pain, and then, the Buddhist warrior was another stick, beating the black sickle warrior back more than ten meters!

"Good!" everyone present applauded.

Zhao Yang's eyes flashed, and he immediately said to Xia Feng and Xia Donghai on the left and right: "Suppress the Buddha Dao Martial Artist!"

"Okay!" At this time, Xia Feng and Xia Donghai were already eager to try, and they started the virtual screen without even thinking about it, and at this time, the odds of the Buddhist Dao martial artist had dropped from 2 to 1.5!

The two of them each lowered five million, but when they raised their heads, they found that the black scythe warrior had regained the upper hand, and the scythe swept the ground through the back of the Buddhist warrior, leaving a narrow bloody wound!

This bloody mouth is shocking, and it makes people's hearts tremble!

At this time, Xia Feng and Xia Donghai were stunned!

The two of them all looked at Zhao Yang, but Zhao Yang looked calm and didn't seem surprised.

At the same time, Xia Feng and Xia Donghai called up the virtual screen and found that the odds of winning for the Buddha Dao Martial Artist instantly rose from 1.5 to 2.4, while the odds for the Black Scythe Martial Artist dropped from 2.2 to 1.5!

That is to say, the dealer looks down on the Buddha and Taoist warriors and thinks that the black sickle warriors have a higher winning rate!

"Zhao Yang, now is a good opportunity, if we press the Black Scythe Martial Artist another five million, we can lose less in this game!

Lose less?

Zhao Yang looked at Xia Feng strangely.

"Yes, I feel that this person with a scythe is more ruthless!" Xia Feng said.

"But if you suppress the Black Scythe Warrior by another five million, then, no matter who wins the two of them, you will lose, 10 million will become 7.5 million, and you will lose 2.5 million. ”

"Then if I don't suppress the Black Scythe Martial Artist, I will lose five million!" Xia Feng hurriedly said.

"Your statement is based on the premise that the Black Scythe Warrior will definitely win. Zhao Yang said.

"Do you still think that the Buddha Dao Martial Artist will win?" Xia Feng asked with a frown.

"Yes. Zhao Yang said lightly.

At this moment, the black scythe warrior threw out another scythe, and at this moment, everyone let out an exclamation!

Because, this sickle grazed the neck of the Buddhist warrior and almost cut his neck!

Everyone immediately turned their eyes to the big screen, and then they saw a clear blood mark on the neck of the Buddha Dao martial artist!

And this blood stain is constantly bleeding out!

It's dangerous!

If you had slowed down a little just now, this bald head would have hung up!

At this time, the odds of the Buddhist Dao Martial Arts have risen to 2.9!

"Damn, this one has lost again!" Xia Feng said with great annoyance.

Xia Donghai looked solemn, but he didn't say anything.

He wanted to listen to Zhao Yang himself, and it wasn't Zhao Yang who bought it, and the person who made the final decision was himself, which he knew very well, and he could afford to lose.

It was the young girl next to him, who looked at Zhao Yang with a look full of blame.

After all, this is five million, and before Xia Donghai came along, five million was enough to buy her for a lifetime.

At this time, many people were betting one after another, and even though the odds of the Black Scythe Warrior dropped to 1.2, they all flocked to it.

Even if the odds are low, if you buy 10 million, you can still win 2 million, which is not a lot.

But at this moment, Zhao Yang looked at Xia Donghai and Xia Feng left and right, and asked, "Do you still believe me?"

Xia Donghai glanced at Zhao Yang and didn't speak, but Xia Feng cried with a sad face and said, "Brother, I don't blame you!"

"I'm asking, do you still believe me. Zhao Yang said lightly.

"Believe!" Xia Donghai said decisively: "Wait for the next game, I'll listen to you!"

On the other side, Xia Feng thought for a while and said, "Bringing you here is to help me turn the tables, how can I not believe you." ”

"Okay, then you listen to me, buy that bald head. Zhao Yang said.

"What's that?" Xia Feng's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhao Yang with a stunned expression, Xia Donghai couldn't believe his ears!

(End of chapter)