It's just that after one night, the water sign erected in front of the Half Moon Building has been reduced by more than half. There are less than 200 players left who can survive the first day of the scorpion fight, according to the previous rules, on the second day of the Autumn Insect Club, all the players who participate in the Autumn Insect Club will have to select the top sixteen and wait for the third day to catch and fight!

In front of the Half Moon Building, there are a lot more bookcases, and the newly invited Mr. Writer and the young guy who help the idle are neatly packed, waiting for those players who bet big before the end of the bet to write the ticket.

Although the rules of betting have been changed at this year's Autumn Insect Meeting, after a little dispute, the vast majority of players who are willing to bet in the game also agree with the new rules - the left and right are just to seek profits, anyway, there is a bet not to lose!

Before the gong sounded again in the Half Moon Building, two more weak writers were so tired that they lay on the bookcase. The new Mr. Wenbi had not even sat down firmly on the chair, and the slap that only grabbed the eldest son or the silver dollar had reached in front of him

Coldly watching the players who lost the scorpion either hung their heads or jumped to their feet and scolded and left the scorpion table, but they squeezed to the other scorpion tables to watch the excitement, Qi Sanye played with the two ancient jade walnuts in his hand, and walked to the scorpion table occupied by the boy with squinted eyes.

Just like yesterday, the wild scorpion that the boy had used a golden stone in his hand to serve was invincible. It was only a pot of tea, and there were already more than a dozen players who had been serving the scorpion for many years in his hands, and they left the scorpion table with a sigh of annoyance. But in the blink of an eye, they all turned to the side of the boy's brother, staring at the wild scorpion that was served with a philosopher's stone, as if hoping that the next opponent on the field would win this boy's brother, but as if hoping that this wild scorpion could really verify the legendary story - the scorpion that was served with a philosopher's stone was invincible!

Besides, across the two fighting scorpion tables, the Seven Killing Scorpions in Na Jiuye's hand are also killing in all directions! It's really at the juncture, this bit of the wild scorpion that the golden stone is waiting for is strong, or the seven killing scorpions that are rare to see in a thousand years and raised in a pot are sharp, you have to see it, right?

Seeing Qi Sanye pacing over, the scorpion players who were surrounding the boy and brother all made a position for Qi Sanye to see the scorpion scene most clearly. A few players who wanted to take the opportunity to tie up the third master even suppressed their voices and greeted: "The third master is auspicious!" You come here, you can see it here."

"The two treasures that the third master has on hand, I'm just afraid that I will have to fight with the wild scorpions that are waiting for this little golden stone?"

"Isn't that nonsense? If you really have the ability, you don't have to worry! I haven't seen the three masters yet, haven't they been on the scorpion table to play in person? ”

Nodding reservedly to the scorpion players who had given up the best viewing position, Qi Sanye glanced into the scorpion basin, and suddenly his eyes widened in surprise!

After more than a dozen scorpion fights, the wild scorpions that the boy and brother served with some gold stones are fierce, but they always can't stand the scorpions that have been carefully trained to take turns in battle. The pliers on the left are already wounded, and the draped ones are useless at all. The two limbs on the right side are also injured, and they are a little less struggling to crawl, especially when jumping.

What's even more surprising is the sting needle on the tail of the wild scorpion, I don't know how many attacks it has been after the scorpion, the sting needle on the tail of the wild scorpion has been completely broken, faintly flowing dark slurry. 、

The general fighting scorpion is called like this, and ordinary fighting scorpion players either admit defeat as soon as possible, or simply change to a fighting scorpion on the field, how can they not let this completely disabled fighting scorpion appear on the fighting scorpion field, so as not to be said to have no family background and play a second face!

But looking at the boy's brother, he didn't care about the rules agreed on the scorpion arena at all, just sneered on his face, and watched his own wild scorpion that had been crippled try his best to put the opponent's scorpion on the edge of the scorpion basin, and slowly stabbed the scorpion again and again with a sting needle that had been completely broken until it lost its ability to resist.

With his teeth and flowers, the scorpion player standing opposite the boy couldn't help but shout with a slightly unconvinced tone: "Feelings are really that old saying - the soft are afraid of the hard, the hard are afraid of the horizontal, the horizontal is afraid of the dead, and the one who doesn't want to die is afraid of the life and shameless!" This young man, your gameplay is too unruly?! ”

sneered, and the white and pure boy smiled disdainfully at the player standing opposite him: "There are so many rules to play, so why don't you go to Tsinghua University to study?!" The master doesn't like to talk about the rules in this life, the master who can afford to play accompanies him, and if he can't afford to play, you can play eggs! ”

Provoked by these words, the player who had already lost the two fighting scorpions widened his eyes: "Hey! It's really a non-elaborate one! I said boy, seeing that the wild scorpion in your hand is almost finished, I opened my eyes wide to see when you can win without rules?! ”

With an obvious smile of disdain on the corner of his mouth, the boy lifted a delicate scorpion basket from the scorpion table, grabbed a scorpion tongs carefully wrapped in rabbit fur from it, and reached out to clip out the wild scorpion that was served with a golden stone in the scorpion basin.

In front of everyone's eyes, the boy raised his hand and threw the wild scorpion to his feet, and trampled the crippled wild scorpion to pieces.

In a series of gasping voices, the boy turned his hand and took out a scorpion jar made of new bamboo silk from the scorpion basket, and opened the lid of the scorpion jar with a big grin: "Let you look at the scorpion in the master's hand, and you will understand when the master can win?!" ”

Just looked at the fighting scorpion that jumped out of the scorpion jar, Qi Sanye's hand twisting his chin and short beard shook violently, and he pulled off two or three whiskers alive!

The whole body is bruised, and the agility is abnormal, but after jumping into the scorpion basin to dominate the field, it immediately lies dormant against the edge of the scorpion basin, and even the two tails that should be erected high are close to the body, and he looks like an assassin ready to attack

This kind of fighting scorpion is obviously a first-class thing that has been carefully trained by the players who have accumulated years of fighting scorpions, and it is not a first-class thing that cannot be achieved by two or three years of water grinding! Players who can serve this kind of fighting scorpion don't care for the time being, so that such players can sell the fighting scorpion they have carefully served to a boy who doesn't know anything about fighting scorpions to spoil the play

How big is this boy?

How much money does this boy have to spoil it?!

Listening to the sound of gasping cold air in his ears, the boy squinted his eyes and glanced at the scorpion table occupied by Na Jiuye and Xiangyoubao: "Isn't it the Seven Killing Scorpions?" A group of poor sticks picked up shit gold in the aisle, and rushed to their faces to paste when they were hot! The master will put this here today - the master of the seven killing scorpions was raised in a pot of ninety-nine eighty-one three-year-old scorpions, and then served with some gold stones! This year's autumn insect meeting, my old Zhang family"

Before the words fell, a noisy noise suddenly came from downstairs in Half Moon. With the noisy noise, a knifeman who was guarding the door of the Half Moon Building rushed up to the third floor, stood at the top of the stairs and shouted loudly: "Is there any young master of the Zhang family who came from outside?" Someone in your house is downstairs and says there is an urgent matter at your house! ”

frowned in surprise, and the white and pure boy suddenly muttered in frustration: "This old thing is really a dog, you can find it here."

Ignoring the fact that there was already a scorpion player on the other side of him, the white and pure boy raised his voice and shouted to the knifeman standing at the top of the stairs: "It's our subordinate in the house, let him come up and talk!" ”

His eyes looked at Qi Sanye who was standing in the crowd, and after getting Qi Sanye's nod of approval, the knifeman rushed down the stairs quickly. In just a few moments, a half-old man wearing a southern silk horse coat, a jade hat on his head, and two huge pearl rings on his fingers rushed up to the third floor of the Half Moon Tower.

Ignoring the attentive gazes of the crowd around him, the half-old man habitually clenched his left hand into a fist and gave a thumbs up to the elbow of his right arm. But after making half of this action, he forcibly replaced the action that was obviously with the etiquette habits outside the customs with a fist clench.

After making two circles in a row, the half-old man let out a sigh of relief, squeezed through the crowd, and stood beside the white and pure son: "My little master, I can be regarded as looking for you!" The old man was in a hurry, and said that if you can't find you again when the lights are held tonight and before the train outside the customs opens, the whole family will be waiting for your subordinates, and you will have to wait for the old man's marching method! ”

pursed his thin lips, but the white and pure boy brother was not moved at all, but took out a golden camellia and teased the fighting scorpion he had just put into the scorpion basin: "Then march the law!" Didn't he just rely on his hands to be ruthless back then to stand on his feet? A brother who has his head knocked on the ground dares to make a black hand, what is it to kill a few people? Who can scare you?! ”

Scratching his ears and cheekbands and stomping his feet, the half-old man almost knelt down for the boy: "My little master, you can have pity on us people!" Not to mention that there is merit in serving you, you will be remembered by our gang."

Before the half-old man finished chattering, the white and pure boy had already raised his eyebrows and shouted: "You still dare to mention credit to me? One of you is staring at you inattentively, you can all take out the French perfume in my house and sell it to Sister Yao! If I hadn't been too lazy to deal with you thieves all these years, not to mention that the old man wanted to march towards you, I would have made my eldest brother collapse you! ”

It seems that the words are in a hurry, and the voice of the boy who was born white and pure is not hoarse deliberately held back, but a little female voice is revealed! The player with pointed ears listened carefully and immediately sneered: "Hey, this year's Autumn Worm Festival is really evil - the female scorpion has also crawled out!" ”

"I said, with such a white and pure skin, which young master can raise it so exquisitely? It's a female to make trouble for a long time."

"That's good! I haven't seen a guest enter the door since there was an autumn insect club in Sijiu City, is it possible that it has to be the same as the troupe, and Kun Jiaoer also plays with women? ”

In the face of the laughter, the disguised boy suddenly blushed his cheeks and shouted in a sharp voice: "What's wrong with the woman? Why are you old men allowed to gamble for money, listen to operas, and visit kilns, and women are not allowed to play scorpions?! ”

With a sneer, the player standing at the other end of the scorpion table flicked the camellia and took the scorpion that had been put into the scorpion pot back into the scorpion jar: "What your little aunt said is - what you like to play, it's up to you!" It's just that in Sijiu City, I guess that no one is willing to play with your aunt and grandmother with a scorpion anymore! Let's be honest - it's shameless to win, and it's even more embarrassing to lose! ”

Seeing that the girl disguised as a son's brother raised her eyebrows, and her eyes widened, the half-old man was so anxious that he bowed to the scorpion players around him who were laughing: "Everyone, bear with me!" Raise your hands! Ladies and gentlemen."

Almost bent to the extreme, the half-old man who kept wielding towards everyone turned his head to the girl disguised as a boy and begged after the laughter around him had subsided a little: "Little Miss, you can have pity on your nurse!" If the old man really practiced military law, then she would have to get in! Now it's time for the train to start, and you're going to."

Stamping her foot fiercely, the girl who was flushed with anger gritted her fine white teeth, and shouted angrily at the half-old man: "Every time, I take the nurse to talk, and I will give her a sum of money to let her go back to Fengtian to retire in the countryside, and see who still protects you thieves!" ”

Staring at the half-old man who kept nodding and hunching, the girl who was so angry that her face was flushed grabbed the scorpion pliers and smashed it heavily on the half-old man's body: "What are you doing here?" It's not shameful enough to dislike it?! ”

Looking at the girl who turned away regardless of it, the half-old man breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly picked up all the miscellaneous items that the girl had thrown on the scorpion table. When he saw the seven-killing scorpion that had been quietly dormant in the scorpion basin, the half-old man couldn't help but sigh heavily, and muttered softly and put the seven-killing scorpion into the scorpion jar: "Alas, if you buy a scorpion for tens of thousands of oceans, you will get tired of playing for half a month, God knows which horn you can throw?" This loser is too defeated."

With a slight jump in his eyebrows, Qi Sanye quietly glanced at the butler who was always standing not far from him, and then looked at the half-old man who had already packed up all his miscellaneous items and was walking towards the staircase