Originally, Li Xuetong thought that Yang Chen was just joking with himself, but when he told Yang Chen where to bet, Yang Chen really ran over to place a bet. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at Yang Chen's back, Li Xuetong sighed: "This man, I really can't see what he is thinking in his heart, just now he kept saying that he wanted to avenge Emperor Hongwu, and now he actually bets to play." ”

"Alright, guys." The boss suddenly said loudly: "After the bet is finished, everyone can come to admire, the winning general, and this man who wields the sword, who wins." ”

The crowd of onlookers began to roar, and Yang Chen looked at the simple and comfortable face, obviously a little moved.

After the boss's words, the small iron cage was immediately put into the big iron cage, and suddenly the white-haired monster walked out of the small iron cage.

Yang Chen saw the white-haired monster's sharp eyes, he was shocked, this look was definitely not the eyes of an animal, could it be that this guy in front of him could be a human being?

After Jian Zizai saw the white-haired monster appear, he reluctantly stood up, and Yang Chen saw clearly that Jian Zizai was holding a sword that was only half broken in his hand.

"Hit, hit, hit......"

The crowd immediately began to commotion.

Jian Zizi sighed and said to herself, "It's all my fault for being greedy for that glass of wine." Then he held a small bottle in his left hand and poured it over his mouth, but there was nothing, and it was evident that he had drunk all the wine in it.

"There's no more wine." Jian Zizi gently placed the wine bottle on the ground, and from this action, Yang Chen could judge that this person cherished wine very much, and it was understandable that he would fall in this drunkard valley.

The white-haired monster suddenly attacked, he only took one step, but he had already rushed in front of Jian Zizai, Jian Zizai waved the broken sword in his hand, but there was no order to follow.

Jian Zizi was surrounded by sword qi all over his body, the white-haired monster roared angrily, even Yang Chen couldn't help but cover his ears, after Jian Zizi received this roar, his mind was suddenly a little dizzy, and suddenly the white-haired monster slapped Jian Zizi's chest, slapping Jian Zizi's body away.

"Bang!"

Jian Zizi's body fell heavily on the ground, his eyes were a little blurred, and his consciousness gradually became unconscious.

He recalled that a few days ago, he had a drunken attack, so he came to this drunkard valley alone, who knew that he was plotted by someone, and when he woke up, he was imprisoned in this iron cage.

In the past few days, he doesn't know how many fights he has fought, in short, someone is on the field, Jian Zizi will beat him down, this kind of life is really more uncomfortable than death.

Every time he wins, he will have a pot of wine for him to drink, as long as he can still drink, then Jian Zizi thinks that he is still alive.

As long as you are alive, there is nothing in the world that can make you uncomfortable.

But now, Jian Zizi was no longer at ease, his body was lying on the ground, and next to his head was the empty wine bottle.

"If I'm going to die, I'd like to take another sip before I die." Jian Zizi silently read a sentence, but unfortunately this is impossible to achieve, he slowly closed his eyes and waited silently for death.

The prestige of this white-haired monster, why hasn't Jian Zizi heard of it? Every time the person who was defeated at the hands of this white-haired monster, which one was not separated by the corpse torn by this monster?

Just as Jian Zi was closing his eyes and waiting for death, he felt a few drops of wine spilled on his lips.

Jian Zizi is very strange, at this time, where will the wine come from? Is this a dream? That God is quite good to himself, and he can still have such a wonderful dream before he dies.

Jian Zizi's tongue couldn't help but lick the edge of his lips, and he suddenly woke up, isn't this a dream?

He hurriedly opened his eyes, but saw a strange man holding a pot of wine in his hand, and his right palm, against the top, was the paw of the white-haired monster.

"Who is this man?" Jane couldn't help but ask.

It's not just Jian Zizi who is asking, but everyone in the audience is asking.

Originally, this Jian Zizi was about to be trampled into mud by the white-haired monster, and then the one who placed the bet could obediently get ten times the profit, but suddenly broke out of such a person.

His hand seems to be sharper than the sharpest blade in the world, even more powerful, can be touched lightly, the iron cage is a big hole by him, his seemingly thin arm, but it seems to contain infinite internal strength, just such a slight lift, is so that the white-haired monster's big foot can not step on.

Although everyone couldn't see the face of this white-haired monster clearly, they could always appreciate his struggling face.

Master, master of masters.

This is the evaluation given to Yang Chen by the audience.

Li Xuetong never expected that this Yang Chen would suddenly break into the iron cage to save people.

"Wine, you come and drink." Yang Chen smiled at Jian Zizi: "People, I'll fight." ”

Although Jian Zizai didn't know why Yang Chen saved himself, since he saved himself, he had to seize this chance to live.

After all, life is too short for anyone to live with, especially when it comes to the allure of their favorite wine.

Jian Zizi took the pot of wine in Yang Chen's hand, and Yang Chen's right arm was raised violently, and the white-haired monster was immediately knocked to the ground.

The white-haired monster immediately rose from the ground, and his eyes suddenly became more resentful, like a woman who wants to complain about her husband who can't stand up on the bed.

Yang Chen showed a smile on his face: "There is no way, he is my friend, if you want to kill him, you must ask me first." ”

The white-haired monster seemed to become extremely angry, his huge palm was full of tigers, but the speed was extremely fast, Yang Chen raised his hand and fought with the white-haired monster, and immediately found that the strength of the white-haired monster was surprisingly large, it seemed that he stepped on the kick of Jian Zizi just now, and did not use all his strength.

And this time, he was really angry.

It's a pity that in front of Yang Chen, no matter how angry he is, it is useless.

Yang Chen suddenly put a palm against the chest of the white-haired monster, and suddenly the white-haired monster felt that the internal strength in his body disappeared sharply, and then a shocking force smashed fiercely, the white-haired monster spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body staggered back a few steps, and with a bang, he fell heavily on the ground.

The whole scene was silent, you know, there is no shortage of regulars here, whenever this white-haired monster appears, he must be going to wreak havoc on a bloody opponent, tearing opponents to pieces, and even eating their opponents alive.

People are used to such scenes, but this kid who suddenly broke in knocked down this white-haired monster?

"Who's going to win?" One of the people in the room asked softly. (To be continued.) )