The atmosphere was tense for a while, and both sides put on a tense posture, as if they would strike at any moment.

Shang Chen suddenly asked, "When you are embarrassed, what is this bet?"

"What are you betting on? Most of this Tianlan City belongs to my family, you just have to open your mouth, and I will take it." The little fat man looked at Shang Chen and the others with disdain, and said arrogantly.

Hmph! Shang Chen snorted coldly and said, "This gamble is 10,000 spirit stones." ”

"I'll add another 10,000!" the Ghost Dao Sect disciple said in a deep voice.

The little chubby eyes froze, and said, "Twenty thousand spirit stones! Okay, I'll follow, master!"

"There is no evidence, go find Steward Chen and be a witness for us!" Shang Chen instructed the maid on the side.

After a while, the maid went and returned, bringing a middle-aged scribe, the scribe's eyes were burning, his expression was extraordinary, and he knew at a glance that he was a master, with the presence of the scribe, people on both sides would probably not deny it, at least for those of their families who did business, the signboard alone was more than 20,000 spirit stones.

Although 20,000 spirit stones are nothing to the family, the little fat man has already spent 7,000 spirit stones at the moment, and there are only a few thousand left on his body.

The middle-aged scribe didn't say anything else when he arrived, nodded his head, and then said directly: "You can take out the 20,000 spirit stones, since you let the old man be a notary, take out the gambling money first, so as not to get the accounts unclear and discredit the old man's name." ”

The most worrying thing still happened, the little fat man turned to Song Yi and asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother Song, I only have 6,000 spirit stones on me at the moment, can you lend me more than 10,000 spirit stones for emergency work first, and I will return it to you when I get home." ”

Song Yi frowned, and said hurriedly: "You dare to bet if you don't bring enough spirit stones, I was hastily arranged by the master to accompany the two of you, and I didn't have many spirit stones with me, only about five thousand!"

After listening to Song Yi's words, the little fat man looked confused, patted his forehead with one hand, and said sadly: "I really overloaded today, this time it's a big shame." ”

"Why don't you ask me?" Mu Bai looked at the two of them with a smile on his face, the little fat man grasped the straw of fate, and hurriedly said, "Senior brother, how much can you come up with?"

Mu Bai didn't speak, only stretched out two fingers.

The little fat man and Song Yi glanced at each other, and they both saw a look of surprise in each other's eyes, Song Yi knew from his master that Mu Bai was a new disciple, from a poor family, and he had just worshiped under his ancestor, but he didn't expect to be so rich.

The little fat man was also very surprised at the moment, he entered with Mu Bai, how many catties Mu Bai had, he still had some understanding, but this suddenly he was able to take out 20,000 spirit stones, which was really a bit unexpected for the two.

"The master ancestor is worthy of being the master ancestor, he really has a generous hand!" Xiao Fat said with an envious face, and even Song Yi, a scripture refining cultivator, cast a look of envy at Mu Bai.

Mu Bai didn't explain much about the typos of the two, only he knew that this newly worshiped "Dan Idiot Master" did not give him anything other than a jade plate, and as for the spirit stones on his body, they were all given by Nangong Xiaoxiao.

Then Mu Bai took out a spare storage bag, took out the spirit stone in his close-fitting storage bag and put it into it, and threw it at the middle-aged scribe with one hand.

Then he turned his eyes to Wang Fangyuan and Song Yi, and said, "I will bet on this gambling fight, since the demon beasts are all chosen by me, if you lose, it will be mine." ”

"Senior brother's help, Fang Yuan is grateful, just let the senior brother bear the consequences, this matter..."The little fat man was about to refuse, but was stopped by Mu Bai waving his hand.

After a moment of silence, the little fat man looked grateful, and said solemnly: "Okay, Senior Brother insists on this, I won't say much, but if I need it in the future, even if I speak, Fang Yuan will definitely help." ”

"The number of spirit stones is correct, and the competition can begin. The voice of the middle-aged scribe rang out, and then everyone sat down and waited for the battle to begin.

Then a sturdy young man entered the Colosseum, opened the cage of the two wind wolves, and after the young man left, a wisp of green smoke suddenly drifted into the formation, and as the green smoke spread, the two wind wolves that were still lying in the cage stood up suddenly, raised their heads and howled loudly into the air, the howl was extremely hoarse, as if the throat was congested.

Then, the two wind wolves looked at each other's wolf with bloodshot and fierce eyes.

Mu Bai and Song Yi looked puzzled, and they both looked at the little fat man and cast an inquiring look.

"Oh, most of the demon beasts participating in the competition are scarred and exhausted, and they are rarely able to fight directly, so the competition arena usually releases an incense made of mad grass to achieve the purpose of promoting war. ”

"Mad grass. Mu Bai muttered to himself, in his memory, there was no record of this crazy grass in the sect's grass and tree classics.

As soon as the words fell, the wind wolf that Shang Chen had chosen flew towards the other wind wolf, and there was only an afterimage in the air, and the speed was so fast that it was worthy of the name of the wind. And although the wind wolf chosen by Mu Bai was bloodshot in his eyes, he did not show a violent posture, but his spirit soared, waiting for the other party's attack.

The afterimage dissipated, and the galloping wind wolf opened its bloody mouth and struck the other throat directly, taking its vital point. But this wind wolf was extremely calm, waiting for this blow for a long time, just one side of the body, and then dodged the attack, the flying wind wolf bit the air, and rushed forward according to inertia, but the wind wolf that dodged the attack no longer waited for the change, but took advantage of the situation to launch an attack, biting the tail of the wind wolf and tearing hard, waiting for the wind wolf to eat pain, looking back and biting, Mu Bai chose the wind wolf to bite its tail violently, and threw it hard to the right, and the whole wolf was thrown in an arc in the air and fell to the ground.

Before the wind wolf on the ground got up, the wind wolf selected by Mu Bai had already been killed in front of him, and he bit his throat when he opened the blood opening, letting him struggle desperately, and the wind wolf that Mu Bai chose did not let go, and after a few breaths, the wind wolf on the ground completely fell into a pool of blood.

From the beginning of the battle to the end of the battle, it only happened within a dozen breaths, and after Shang Chen and the others chose the Wind Wolf to fail to strike, the situation fell into a one-sided trend.

The voice of the middle-aged scribe sounded in the field: "The competition is over, Shang Chen is defeated, and the Tongtian Arena needs to draw one percent of the fee, that is, four thousand spirit stones, which will be paid by the loser!" After speaking, he threw the two storage bags at Mu Bai, and then stopped his gaze on Shang Chen.

Shang Chen's face was pale at the moment, so gloomy that he could drip water, but the rules were set by himself and others, and it was impossible for him to violate them, and the steward of the Tongtian Chamber of Commerce was proof that he couldn't resist, so he had to take out four thousand spirit stones and throw them to the middle-aged scribe.

The little fat man saw that Mu Bai's chosen wind wolf won the competition so easily, and couldn't help but admire this senior brother even more, at this moment, even the taciturn Song Yi also paid respect, and said to Mu Bai: "Brother Mu Bai is really erudite and talented, Song Yi admires!"

Mu Bai took the storage bag, touched the tip of his nose with one hand, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Song smiled, but he just happened to read some idle books, and he didn't have the ability." ”

"This is not a skill, I earned 20,000 spirit stones in an instant, this is a great ability, I will also go back after today to study it well, in case of emergency." The little fat man said righteously.

Then the little fat man looked at Shang Chen and the others with a look of resentment, and said lightly: "Okay! This bet is also a gamble, let's go back, some idle people standing in front of him are really annoying." ”

Song Yi, Mu Bai is a guest here, so naturally he has no opinion, he got up and was about to leave, but after taking a few steps, the disciple of the Ghost Dao Sect stood up and said coldly: "What's the matter? If you win a game by luck and want to escape, you have to gamble, otherwise don't think of getting out of this gate." ”

Before the little fat man could speak, Mu Bai stood up first, and said in a deep voice: "Are the ghost Dao sects all like you?

The Ghost Dao Sect's disciple's eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't answer positively, and casually prevaricated: "The last game was a competition between Shang Chen and that kid, and I just added the code." ”

Mu Bai frowned slightly, and said coldly: "How about that, if you have a fart, let it go!"

"Let's compete again, add one to the stakes, this fight is boring, let's fight, dare!"

When Mu Bai first came to this arena, how did he know what martial arts was, and then turned his eyes to Wang Fangyuan, waiting for an answer.

The little fat man's face was also extremely gloomy at the moment, and he said slowly: "Martial arts is the monk himself to compete, you need to sign a life and death contract, and the Tongtian Chamber of Commerce will be the notary until one side is defeated, as for whether the loser is dead or alive is all up to the winner, of course, if there is a third party to force pressure, it will be solved by the Tongtian Chamber of Commerce." ”

"Wait, you are in the early stage of the Refining Realm, my junior brother is still in the Condensing Qi Realm, you also have the face to say this, I am in the middle stage of refining the Scriptures, why don't I see you to challenge me!"

The Ghost Dao Sect's disciple's face sank, and he was speechless for a moment.

"Who said that my senior brother made a move, he is the peak of condensation, I am also the peak of condensation, I will fight with him, it is not a big bully!" Another person stood next to Shang Chen, pointed at Mu Bai with one hand, looked at Song Yi and said lightly.

When the Ghost Dao Sect disciple saw that his junior brother came out to play a round for him, he couldn't help but be grateful: "Senior Brother Yang, this battle will be handed over to you! If I can break this person's body into ten thousand pieces, I will definitely be very grateful, senior brother." ”

The person who was called Senior Brother Yang immediately smiled and thanked this Ghost Dao Sect disciple in every way, and his eyes were full of joy, which showed that this heavy thank you made him excited.

"This battle. I'll make it, but what bet can you take out in this martial fight? If you don't have to take out the spirit stone, it will be embarrassing!"

The disciple of the Ghost Dao Sect sneered and said, "Bet? I'm afraid that if you make a bet, you poor boy doesn't have any treasures as collateral." After that, he took out a red long knife from the storage bag, the handle of the long knife was wrapped with the pattern of a strange beast, the appearance was hideous and terrifying, but the body of the long knife was red, engraved with the demon phoenix totem, and there was a faint flame on the blade, which was quite demonic.

"I took this mid-grade spirit weapon Red Phoenix Knife given to me by my father as a bet, worth 100,000 lower grade spirit stones, do you dare to follow!

The little fat man looked worried, and said, "Senior Brother Mu, this matter is aimed at me, there is no need to involve you at all, besides, you are a closed disciple of the ancestor, if there is a mistake, even my father will not have the face to give an explanation to the ancestor." ”

Hearing this, Mu Bai chuckled lightly and said: "My strength, you should have seen it, I have not tasted defeat in a battle at the same level, and I have long admired the name of the third senior brother's "sword master", how can I give every meeting gift when I first come to visit, since they want to deliberately target you, then I will give this head to the third senior brother as a meeting gift!"

"Senior brother!"

The little fat man was worried, but before he could speak, he was stopped by Mu Bai.

Ay!

Seeing that he couldn't resist Mu Bai, Xiaopang had no choice but to give up, Song Yi walked over at this moment and patted Xiaopang on the shoulder, and said: "Senior Brother Mu is extremely disgusted with the people of the Ghost Dao Sect, from the moment those people appeared, I felt a chill from him, since he insisted on fighting, you and I don't have to persuade him." If it is unexpected, I will take action to stop it, and as a last resort, I will move out of the name of my ancestor, I should be able to save him, the identity of the fourth rank Dan master, this Tongtian Chamber of Commerce will not give face. ”

The little fat man groaned slightly, and said no more.

Mu Bai was silent for a while, took out a white jade bottle, threw it at the middle-aged scribe, and said, "These are three top-grade quenching spirit pills, with a grade of three grades, which should be worth 100,000 lower-grade spirit stones!"

The middle-aged scribe didn't speak, he opened the jade bottle directly, and after observing it for a while, he sealed the jade bottle again, and said: "There is no doubt that it is a high-grade quenching spirit pill, but according to the market price, each piece is 30,000 lower grade spirit stones, and you still need to take out 10,000 lower grade spirit stones." ”

Mu Bai didn't refute much, took out another 10,000 spirit stones, and handed them to the middle-aged scribe.