His eyes shrank slightly, and the long-bearded old man asked loudly, "This girl, how much are you going to bet?"

The girl pointed to the silver tickets on the table: "That's all, all bets!"

"How many are these......

The long-bearded old man said as he reached out and took the stack of silver tickets with a leisurely expression. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info[燃^文^书库][]. [774] [buy]. [ ] But as soon as Fang touched his hand, the sound stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterward, a pair of eyes were like falcons, staring at the stack of silver tickets. After being a little rougher, his originally calm expression, like the previous big man, instantly became shocked and shocked.

"It's ...... Two million taels of silver. Girl, you...... Are you really going to bet it all?"

The long-bearded old man's voice began to tremble, even a person as experienced as he had never seen a gambler who could throw two million taels with a single bet.

Moreover, the bet was made by a little girl. She threw the two million out without even blinking an eye, not caring about the danger of losing.

"Didn't I just say that, it's all bets, didn't you hear?"

The girl was a little displeased, and the disdain in her eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Uh, this...... I said, girl, do you think you can just bet half?"

The long-bearded old man said with some hesitation, his expression full of confusion.

"Why?"

The girl frowned and asked impatiently.

The long-bearded old man coughed, stroked his goatee lightly, and said: "That's the case, if you bet so much at one time, if the dealer loses, I'm afraid I can't afford to lose at all!"

"What, the dealer will lose? What are you kidding!"

"That is, with Yan Dashao's strength, can't he beat Nangong Yi's waste?"

"It's difficult to beat him or not, and he said he would lose!"

……

As soon as the long-bearded old man's words fell, the people around him began to talk about it. In the eyes of these people, Yan Qingwu's duel against Nangong Yi is simply a knife to kill chickens, how can there be no reason to die.

But the long-bearded old man is a long-lived person, and he has seen a few strange numbers in the world. Therefore, he almost ignored the words of the onlookers.

I saw him smile lightly and said with a little embarrassment: "If you are only afraid of what happens, heaven and earth have their own differences." Anything can happen before the dust settles on the game. Even if the dealer is 90% sure, the girl still has a chance of winning. So, the girl had better bet only half of it!"

The girl hesitated slightly, then smiled heartily and said, "Okay, bet half of it, bet half! Seeing that you old man is so well-founded, I won't be able to force others!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and grabbed the stack of silver tickets, and half of the silver tickets were immediately put into her sleeve.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the long-bearded old man flashed, and he couldn't help but praise secretly in his heart: "What a girl, her cultivation is not weak!"

Zanba said: "Is there anyone else to bet on?

As soon as these words came out, another group of people rushed to Yan Qingwu's gambling table with white flowers. The temptation of giving away a million taels for nothing is too great, and these people can't help but just stand by and watch.

"Anything else?"

"If you don't have it, you will buy it and leave, and you are not allowed to change it!"

As he spoke, the bearded old man placed two large nets over the table to prevent anyone from making any further bets or altering the bets.

And the girl before turned her eyes and looked intently at the Dragon and Tiger Stage. This girl is none other than Nangong Yi's sister Nangong Jin.

As for the silver tickets he brought, they were blackmailed by Nangong Yi when he came back from the Beast Mountain.

Since Yan Qingwu has already provoked Nangong Yi, it is almost certain that there is nothing wrong with Yin Wuxian in Dabi this time.

No matter which of these two wins, Yin Wuxian, who has the peak level of transforming qi, is difficult to match. Therefore, the next duel can only be torture, not a duel.

On the Dragon and Tiger stage, the four referees gestured together, all signaling Yan Qingwu and Nangong Yi to enter the duel. It wasn't until this moment that Nangong Yi finally raised his eyes weakly and glanced at Yan Qingwu.

But just one glance, but he almost didn't scold Yan Qingwu's jumping feet. Because Nangong Yi's eyes only had disdain and pity, there was no fear at all.

This made Young Master Yan, who has always been admired, extremely aggrieved and depressed in his heart.

If you were to kneel on the ground and beg me right now, I might have shown mercy and let you go temporarily.

But not only did you not beg me, you didn't fear me, but you were still so arrogant. Then if I don't put you to death, how can I live up to the ardent expectations of these countless audiences?

Yan Qingwu said fiercely in his heart, the indifference and arrogance in his eyes gradually turned into calm and ferocious, like nine ghosts, who would choose people to eat at any time.

In the third game of the semi-finals, Yan Qingwu faced off against Nangong Yi. If the players on the field are ready, they can start the game at any time!"

The chief referee said in a loud voice, his expression full of anticipation.

At this moment, in the square, which had just calmed down for a while, shouts and cheers began to sound one after another. In the face of the handsome and chic Yan Qing Wu Yan eldest son, the audience in the square didn't seem to feel tired and grinding at all.

"Bang!" rang out, and the gong on the Dragon and Tiger Platform screamed violently again. Compared with other times in the past, this time the sound seems to be more shocking and rendering.

"Nangong Yi, this is what you asked for. If you go underground, don't blame me for being too ruthless!"

Yan Qingwu's eyes stared at Nangong Yi like an eagle's falcon, and he said word by word in a low tone. Although the voice was not loud, it was all submerged in Nangong Yi's ears word for word.

Nangong Yi smiled lightly, still as calm as before: "Yan Dashao is polite, there is no life and death in the ring." If I, Nangong Yi, really die on this dragon and tiger platform, Yan Dashao doesn't need to feel guilty, as long as I help me burn a piece of paper money every Qingming Festival, I will feel very virtuous!"

"You're ...... Wang ......"

Nangong Yi said a word, and almost scolded Yan Qing again. As we all know, every Qingming Festival, every family has to go to the grave to worship their ancestors.

Now Nangong Yi said that if he died, he would ask Yan Qingwu to help him burn a piece of paper money every Qingming. Although it was unintentional, he was secretly insulting Yan Qingwu as his descendant.

Fortunately, Yan Qingwu's concentration was not bad, and he was about to scold just now, but he only said one word and forcibly swallowed it back.

After a little refreshment, Yan Qingwu softened his expression and said: "Let you take advantage of your tongue now, otherwise, when you make a move, I'm afraid that I will be merciful again!"

As soon as this sentence was finished, Yan Qingwu's figure was like a violent wind, and he suddenly rushed towards Nangong Yi.