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The casino really won't miss any opportunity, and there was a winning gamble, Wu Ming looked at the odds again, one to two thousand.

"I'm sorry, it's higher than the last time, it's cool, if I can't do it, it's hard to save my life, what's the use of keeping money, fight."

So, Wu Ming checked the silver money in the Qiankun bag.

and a thousand taels of gold.

I took it all out and slapped it on the table with a bang.

"One thousand taels of gold, bet on it, Wu Ming wins with one move."

Huang Yue, who was with a thief's eyebrows, was busy when he suddenly heard this familiar voice and looked up.

"You're you again?"

"What's the call of me again, hurry up, I still have something."

The people around him talked about it, pointing and pointing, he didn't care, the person who recorded it looked at Huang Yue, Huang Yue nodded, and muttered: "Hmph, write it down for him, God has long eyes, and he can do it again and again?" This time, don't lose your life, hehe. ”

After receiving the certificate, Wu Ming walked towards the Honglan Martial Arts Field under the attention of thousands of gamblers.

Entering the martial arts field, the competition has begun.

The disciples who can come so far are naturally the elites of various factions, and what is going on on on the fighting platform is the competition between the disciples of the Feiyu Sect and the disciples of the Xuanguang Temple.

The sound of the Buddha was bursting, and a bald-headed monk with a golden light protector was fighting with a disciple of the magic path who controlled the water spiritual power on the opposite side, and for a while, the sky was full of brilliance, and it was very beautiful, which caused thousands of people on the martial arts field to applaud again and again.

Everyone can see that the exchange between Feiyu Sect and Xuanguang Temple is up to the point, but their exchange with the disciples of Honglan Martial Mansion is desperate, Xuanguang Temple and Feiyu Sect must have reached an alliance, and they want to take this opportunity to squeeze Honglan Martial Mansion.

Wu Ming didn't squeeze into a crowded place, but found a corner.

Take out the flask and take two sips for a relaxing look.

"My brother is so interested."

Wu Ming was drinking, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was Feng Xiaoyang.

"Two bites?"

"Hehe, no, Brother Wu, I really admire you."

"Oh? What do you mean by that? ”

"Did you really take the initiative to say that you wanted to defeat Sima Yuntian with one move? Or is Honglan Wufu playing tricks? ”

Wu Ming pursed his lips and smiled: "Hehe, I said it." ”

Feng Xiaoyang's face changed slightly: "This ......, my brother's strength, I am naturally convinced, but ......, Sima Yuntian is not an idle person." ”

"Yes, I know."

"If you say that you can beat him, I believe it, and the odds of winning should not be low, but one trick ......, hehe, isn't my brother a little ......."

"Kind of crazy, isn't it?" Wu Ming finished saying Feng Xiaoyang's words, Feng Xiaoyang smiled and didn't speak, so Wu Ming didn't speak.

After a few breaths, Feng Xiaoyang frowned and said, "Brother, I'm a little worried." ”

"Worried about what?"

"Don't forget, there are still four days, we will face a more severe test of the 'ruling', if you and Brother Yuntian fight to defeat both, when the time comes, won't we all have to be annihilated?"

Wu Mingjian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you said these words to Sima Yuntian?" ”

"Not yet."

"Then why do you want to tell me, is it possible that Sima Yuntian will be merciful to me? Hmph, Feng Xiaoyang, you remember, I, Wu Ming, will win if I don't fight, one move, it's enough, you can go. ”

Feng Xiaoyang was closed, Wu Ming didn't look at him anymore, helpless, Feng Xiaoyang had to sigh, shook his head and left.

In the first round of the competition, Feiyu Zong won.

In the second round of the competition, Xuanguang Temple won.

In the third round of the competition, Mo Zhaoxue of Honglan Martial Mansion won, and the sluggish Honglan Martial Mansion was simply fanatical, and Wu Ming's impression of Mo Zhaoxue was not good, but after watching the competition, he found that although Mo Zhaoxue was arrogant, she did have some capital, at least, I am afraid that the realm has also reached the Wanjun realm, and her strength is even stronger than Liu Shuang.

Next, in the fourth round and the fifth round, Feiyu Sect and Xuanguang Temple each won another disciple.

Until the start of the sixth round.

It can also be said that in the expectation of everyone, the sixth round of high-profile has finally ushered in.

Wu Ming should fight Sima Yuntian.

As the presiding old man shouted, the martial arts field of thousands of people gradually quieted down.

Feiyu Sect and Xuanguang Temple, as well as many foreign cultivators, all set their sights on the camp of the Honglan Martial Mansion.

"Where is Wu Ming?"

"I didn't see it, I've been paying attention, it doesn't seem to be here yet."

"Hehe, I must feel like I'm blowing too big and can't end it."

"Well, it's very likely, he has completely angered Sima Yuntian now, and he probably won't be able to get off the stage now, this kid must have run away."

At that moment, someone suddenly pointed in the other direction.

"Look, the guy surnamed Wu is over there."

This time Wu Ming changed his clothes, his subordinate clothes had long been broken, and Wu Ming didn't want to wear them anymore, he changed into a dark blue suit, and the whole person was in a lot of spirits, and at this moment, he was walking towards the fighting platform.

On the side of Feiyu Sect, the handsome and dashing Sima Yuntian also slowly walked towards the fighting platform.

Sima Yuntian is indeed a dragon and phoenix among people in terms of appearance, but compared with Wu Ming, he has a bit of a white-faced feeling, but he lacks the unique masculinity on Wu Ming's face, to put it bluntly, a little tender.

"Senior Brother Yuntian, come on."

"Senior Brother Yuntian, we support you."

Sima Yuntian walked out, screaming everywhere, almost all of them were female disciples of the Feiyu Sect.

In different shouts, the two walked under the fighting platform almost at the same time, and as they walked, the two looked at each other, and their eyes alone had collided with fierce sparks, and both sides could sense each other's fighting intentions.

In the midst of the shouts, Sima Yun Angel made a move to ladder the clouds, and his figure rose from the ground, and there was no difference between the one-zhang high platform and the peaceful ground in front of him.

With a dashing landing, the screams on the Honglan martial arts field have reached a peak.

Wu Ming looked at it and snorted coldly.

Subsequently, the dry land was loosened, Wu Ming's movements were more crisp, and he jumped directly two zhang high, twice as high as the fighting platform, and three points higher than the height of Sima Yuntian's talent, and then, when he reached the high point, Wu Ming stretched out his arms, made a big peng spread his wings, and landed steadily on the platform.

"Good, beautiful."

"I believe Wu Ming can do it."

What cheered Wu Ming for were the subordinates and minions who were hiding in the corner and watching secretly.

"Shhh

In fact, many people in Honglan Wufu are applauding Wu Ming in their hearts.

Not everyone is good or evil, whether Wu Ming is a subordinate or a descendant, but this time, he represents the Honglan Martial Mansion, Wu Ming lost, and their faces were not bright, but Fang Yimei was there, with such a bet, they could only watch quietly.

All of Wu Ming's actions, in Sima Yuntian's eyes, have become provocations, and Sima Yuntian's anger is gradually burning, however, this is exactly the result that Wu Ming wants.

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