In the heart of the city, there is a square. On the square www.biquge.info the pen, there are wooden signs, which are the places where the notices are posted and the places where they are ranked.

In the restaurant next to the square, there is a surging crowd.

"Today's ranking tournament is very good, so many registrations!"

"Yes, there are a lot of masters, look at Di Jun of the Fulong Gang, Fu Lin of the Golden Wind Building...... These are rare masters!"

"That

On the table facing the street, there were two people, a red-faced man and a thin-eyed Taoist.

Listening to the discussion of the drinkers, the red-faced man said: "Brother He, it's time for you to exert your power again!"

The thin-eyed Taoist smiled: "Where is it! How dare I show this little skill in front of a real master." ”

"In front of me, why are you so polite? I won Xiang Laodao's flying sword last year, and I was so envious that I ......"

The thin-eyed Taoist was even more proud.

He is actually an average cultivator, and his strength is also ordinary, but his vision is vicious enough!

Every year in the ranking competition, he will come over, carefully look for objects, and then make a bet to win a big one.

He doesn't have to go out to hunt animals, and he doesn't have to do hard work, just rely on this, and his life is nourishing.

"Hey, isn't that Xiang Lao Dao's apprentice?" the red-faced man said suddenly.

The careful Taoist looked over, and sure enough, the person who came in was a pair of apprentices of Xiang Lao Dao.

"Brother He, look at the sword in that kid's hand!"

There is no need to remind the red-faced man, how can you not find the eyes of the Taoist?

The scabbard of the sword was a very ordinary dark silver, but the aura that came out of it was ...... It's simply intoxicating!

Didn't this kid get rich? Didn't you say that Xiang Laodao was dead, and his two apprentices were living in a very depressed situation?

The thin-eyed Taoist drank the wine in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and walked towards the two men.

Xiang Zichen was lightly patted on his body, turned his head suddenly, and saw the thin-eyed Taoist, and anger flashed in his eyes: "He Daoren, what do you want to do?"

He Daoren rubbed his hands and smiled: "Senior nephew Xiang, we are also old acquaintances, Lao Dao just said hello to you, what's wrong?"

"Come less!" Xiang Zichen slapped his hand away, "My master's hatred hasn't been settled with you yet!"

He Daoren laughed: "Senior Nephew Xiang is joking again, how can we have any enmity! Brother Xiang died, and I am also very sad!"

"Get out! If you hadn't provoked my master to gamble, how could my master have lost the flying sword? That's why he couldn't afford to get sick......

Seeing Xiang Zichen crying, He Daoren hurriedly said: "Hey, Master Xiang's nephew, this is a willing bet to admit defeat, I said to Brother Xiang well, in black and white, I didn't get him!"

"But my master ......"

"Alas!" He Daoren sighed, his face sad, "Brother Xiang's death, I am also very sad! I knew that it would be good to return the flying sword to him that day!"

Xiang Zichen's eyes lit up: "Are you willing to return the flying sword?"

He Daoren looked at his face and said, "Well...... There are rules for gambling and fighting, and there is no reason to return what you win. ”

Xiang Zichen was angry again: "You fooled me?!"

"No, no, no," He Daoren waved his hand again and again, "The old Tao just said that there are rules for one line and one line, and the thieves are not empty! If I return it at will, my gambling luck will be ...... in the future."

"And what do you mean?"

He Daoren smiled and said: "That's it, let's gamble again, win, Senior Nephew Xiang, you can take the sword back, so that you can comfort Brother Xiang's spirit in the sky, right?"

"I don't want to bet with you!" Xiang Zichen reacted very much, "Master said before he died, I am not allowed to gamble again!"

He Daoren said: "Senior nephew Xiang, we are not calling it gambling, just a formality! In this way, Senior nephew Xiang, you are going to participate in the ranking competition this time, right?"

Xiang Zichen sighed.

He Daoren touched his beard, and his eyes rolled: "Then I'll bet with you, in the entire ranking match, you win all of them, and the sword will be returned to you, how about it?"

"One?"

"Yes!" He Daoren pulled him, "If the nephew doesn't believe it, we'll go and make a gambling contract now." However, it's still the same rule, and the master and nephew must have the same value bet to do it......"

……

After a while, He Daoren came back, blowing the bet in black and white, squinting with a smile.

The red-faced man leaned over: "Brother He, do you really want to return the sword to him?"

He Daoren "slackened" for a while, and took a sip of wine beautifully: "How is it possible! Not only did I not return it to him, but I also told him to lose the sword in his hand!"

"This ...... Although that kid's cultivation is relatively low, it's still very possible to win a game, right?"

He Daoren laughed and put the gambling contract in front of the red-faced man: "Look!"

The red-faced man took a look, only to see that it was written: Win all the ranking matches......

He thought about it for a moment and was surprised: "What does this mean ......"

"Win one game in all ranking matches, win one game in all ranking matches, this means, it's different, right?"

……

"Idiot!" Ling Wuflaw picked up the gambling contract, looked at the words written on it, and glanced at Xiang Zichen: "That's how your master lost?"

"No," Xiang Zichen hurriedly waved his hand, for fear that the master would be affected by him and become one of the "fools", "The master was provoked by him." ”

"Liar, of course, it depends on the dishes of the people. Zhou Ruying said. She's been out there for a long time, what hasn't she seen?

Win one game in all ranking matches, that is to say, Xiang Zichen only needs to win one game to win this bet. And if he wins all the ranking matches, that is, no matter which sect he draws to compete with, he must win one game.

If Xiang Zichen was so strong, would Qingxuguan decay like this?

"Senior," Xiang Zichen asked in a low voice, "Is this too embarrassing for you?"

"What's so difficult about winning all of them?" Lu Mingshu said lightly, "Didn't you say that two wins in three games?"

"Don't count me in. Zhou Ruoying said, "I'm not as famous as you, but if you want to talk about fighting, you rarely lose." ”

Her job is to kill people, and it is necessary to be quick and ruthless. People like her have no reputation, but their strength is never weak.

Ling Wufang's eyes flawlessed: "I have never lost." ”

"What a coincidence, I'm ......" Receiving Ling Wufang's eyes, Lu Mingshu smiled, "I have always taken the first place." ”

The first in the battle for the Heavenly Gate, the first in the Qilin Society.

"......," Ling Wuflaw said, "Then let's do something, did you add our names?"

"Plus, plus, plus. Xiang Zichen nodded again and again.

Xiang Zimei happened to come in from outside.

"Is the handicap optimistic?" Zhou Ruying asked her.

Xiang Zimei gasped: "I've asked, as soon as the ranking match began, my senior brother and I went to place bets." ”

Thinking of what she was going to do, Xiang Zimei was very excited.

"When the matter is done, let's go to practice. Lu Mingshu said, "We can help once, and you still have to rely on yourself in the future." (To be continued.) )