Ma Jun's explanation, everyone immediately had no objections. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Someone even immediately pressed a few hundred yuan to buy Zhang Yiyang's soldiers without a fight. After listening to his explanation, Xu Xinping glanced at the dead fat man with great disdain. is so creative in filming sycophants, which is unprecedented in the Eight Major Schools.

If Ma Jun knew her thoughts, he would definitely sneer, little girl, it's because you have too little knowledge, don't say anything else, you just say that my master... Forget it, don't mutter behind his back that he is an old man, why do you feel cold and swishing on the back of your neck.

"If Senior Brother Zhang wins within one move, the odds will pay one by one." With his previous explanation, everyone nodded, and no one questioned.

"Within five moves, one loses one and two."

"Within ten moves, one pays one and three."

"Fat horse, with this odds, are you embarrassed to open the market?" Someone complained. They think that ten moves are estimated to be about the same, but if you press a thousand, you can win three hundred, which is not exciting at all.

Ma Jun said unhappily: "This is still low? Who doesn't know that you are all so rich, and if you press 180,000 at will, I won't get more than 10,000 if I lose? After speaking, he made a painful expression.

"Don't interrupt, I continued, within twenty moves, the odds are one to four. More than twenty moves, that's the dealer wins. Ma Jun said in one breath.

"Who else has questions?" Ma Jun roared.

"It's gone. 200,000, win within ten moves of pressing Senior Brother Zhang! ”

The fat on Ma Jun's face trembled, and he said angrily: "Feng Cheng, Lao Tzu drafts the uncle." I'm going to tell your grandfather, you take the money to bread outside~ raise a female student, I don't think he will give you pocket money! ”

Everyone: "......" This fat man had just not allowed others to report to his master, but now he came by himself. In him, there is no discipline and bottom line at all.

Feng Chengjun's face darkened, and he said disdainfully: "What's the matter, I can't afford to lose, Ma Fatty, no, I'll sit in the bank, and bet with you." ”

"I can't afford to lose your uncle, twenty is twenty, you slip and transfer!" It's just that he was domineering a moment ago, and the next one was about to hug Zhang Yiyang's thigh, "Senior brother, you must win within five moves, I have an old man here... Well, if you have a younger brother, you're counting on it. ”

Everyone: "......"

"100,000, press Senior Brother Zhang to win within five moves."

Ma Jun: "Which of you will be shocked if I press 500?" ”

These people on the mountain, if they are not the elite of the sect, or the darlings of the family, in short, those who can stand on the top of the mountain, there is no one who is short of money. There is a multimillionaire dad standing behind him, which is considered humble. What's more, most of the businesses in their families will be inextricably linked to mountains and rivers. Poor and rich in martial arts, no one knows how much it costs to pile up a three-grade middle realm that is less than thirty years old. Compared to the cost of those top-grade medicinal herbs, this money is sprinkled with water.

So a temporary handicap, a handicap in Xu Xinping's eyes, a handicap where Ma Jun patted Zhang Yiyang's fart, with a gambling capital of nearly two million, is not so strange.

Just when Zhang Yiyang was wondering whether to release the water during the competition for a while, after dragging it to twenty moves, it could be regarded as a return for the favor. His mobile phone shook, and when he took it out, it turned out to be a message from Ma Jun.

Ma Jun: Senior Brother Zhang, no matter what, after 20 moves, let's kill them all. We divide the money into four or six, you six and I four.

You see, you can be a person and do things. After shouting for a long time, it was only forty percent, which was simply a model of popularity. Zhang Yiyang deleted the message and nodded imperceptibly.

That's it.

Ma Jun couldn't help but smile lightly.

"Can I still place a bet?" A voice sounded in Ma Jun's ears.

Isn't it okay for someone to send money, Ma Jun said without hesitation: "Of course you can." But junior brother, you look at the eyes, I don't know which sect of disciple it is? ”

"I've seen Senior Brother Ma, I'm Yu Nan of the Iron Sword Gate." He is Ding Zhaoxuan's personal disciple, twenty-four this year, and the third grade is in the lower realm. Although he is one year younger than Ma Jun and the others, let alone one year, even if it is three years, it may not be able to break through the mirror to the middle realm of the third grade. And the higher you go, the harder it gets. Otherwise, Zhang Yiyang, who is the same age as Ma Jun and is only one realm higher than him, where will there be a ten-year Zhang Yiyang.

It is not difficult to understand how perverted Yang Yiyun and Chen Xuefeng, who are both twenty-five but have entered the second-grade realm, and how desperate the people behind them are.

If there is anyone who will bet on the atmosphere that will be embarrassing, it is undoubtedly the people of the Iron Sword Gate. After all, the eight major factions are in the same spirit, and they are suspected of demolishing people's platforms in this handicap. In fact, it can't be considered a suspicion anymore, but is slapping people in the face.

So Ma Jun said with an embarrassed face: "Then what Senior Brother Yu, gambling money is not a good behavior, we are just fooling, don't follow us to mix indiscriminately." ”

Yu Nan smiled indifferently: "It's a little gambling pleasure, it doesn't have any effect." Senior Brother Ma, you only said that after twenty moves, I don't know if I can press Master Chen to win? ”

Yes?

Zhang Yiyang snorted coldly and did not speak.

Ma Jun, who was embarrassed a moment ago, suddenly felt that big brother, you are here to be funny. It's funny enough that you Iron Sword Sect didn't know where to find a young man about twenty years old, are you still ...... Let me say what I say about you, brother. So Ma Jun pretended to ponder for a while and said, "That's it, anyway, you are also an adult, and you can be responsible for your own actions." Senior brother, I am generous, if Senior Brother Zhang loses, the odds will be one hundred to one. ”

The attitude of everyone was similar to that of Ma Jun, thinking that Yu Nan was here to stir up trouble, Feng Dashao said in a weird manner: "Ma Fatty, did you spend your money on buying diet pills again, and you were so stingy with your junior brother." In this way, the odds are one to one thousand, and the other half is mine. ”

Yu Nan hurriedly waved his hand and refused: "That's not good, don't break the rules for a person." According to what Senior Brother Ma said, it's good to lose 100 for 100, and I will press Master Chen to win, 2 million. ”

Two million, that's a very arrogant number, because it's the sum of the little fights they had before. Obviously, he was there before, and now he is indeed here to find fault.

In fact, it stands to reason that Yu Nan just defended the dignity of the sect, and when he could enter Changle Xianfang, he went to the Iron Sword Gate, just because he liked the human flavor in the Iron Sword Gate. Ma Jun: They humiliate people in front of them but can't tolerate not to fight back, which is obviously quite unreasonable.

"Yuan Lei, collect the money." Ma Jun's tone was not good.

Zhang Yiyang has not changed much on his face, and he has a very good relationship. He was already angry in his heart, and he wanted to win? Since you Tiejianmen took the initiative to stretch your face over, don't blame me Zhang Yiyang for being polite.

He has already thought about it, in the ring, one move to defeat the enemy! Anyway, there are not many people who press one move, and the total is less than 100,000, and the odds of one point will lose thousands of yuan, and he and Ma Jun can make a lot of money. This money is enough for him to go to the bar to hunt for a few months.

If you want to say that under the anger, you can still think of this stubble without writing on your face, I have to say that he can practice to the third grade and be on the camera, which has his reason.

Chen Xiao, who was watching a martial arts platform on the top of the mountain, didn't know about these things.