Chapter 188 – Gambling

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The city lord's voice suddenly sounded, waking up the dragon who was falling into the depths of his memories.

Well. You Long replied taciturn, he was not a man of many words. Recently, it was only after making friends with the Wind Wolf Howl group that his expression became richer.

Let's go. The city lord stretched out his fat round fingers and flicked them.

A purple ball of light popped out of him, exactly like the usual dungeon entrance.

The fat city lord stood up, his body trembled, and the corners of You Long's eyes twitched slightly. But he didn't say anything, and followed the city lord into the entrance of the space and disappeared.

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Look, isn't this coming?

It's a spacious room.

There were only six chairs in the room, and the chairs were arranged in a hexagonal shape, enclosing the middle.

Five chairs were already occupied, and only one chair was empty.

Suddenly, a fat man appeared out of thin air in the empty chair, almost bursting the entire chair.

One of the people sitting in the chair smiled and said: We were still discussing whether you are unwell and can't come, hehe, fat man. It was an old man who spoke, most of the hair on his head had fallen off, but his body was very strong, and the body sitting in the chair was straight, and his face was full of red spirits.

Hum.

Don't be so happy, old man. This kind of retreat, I can't do it as a fat man.

The man called the old man smiled and touched the remaining whiskers on his chin: It seems that the fat man is very confident this time? The fat man blushed and did not speak.

The people on the side all smiled bitterly, and one of them spoke: who would have the confidence to fight that little monster under the old man's hands. The man who spoke was thin, with a gray beard that reached to his chest.

Hearing the Taoist's words, the old man couldn't help but be full of pride.

I agree with the Taoist man's words, God, that little monster under the old man has won twelve in a row. A man with a painted face that looked like a clown screamed exaggeratedly.

The fat man listened to everyone's words, and his face became more and more unkind: Old man, you are so confident, do you dare to gamble with me.

The old man sighed softly and said in surprise: What are you betting?

It's up to that little monster under your command to win me this time!

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, he was sophisticated. This fat man is suddenly so confident this time?

What is the stake?

Five thousand.

Hearing five thousand, the old man's face also changed, and his tone was meaningful: It seems that the fat man is full of confidence this time. In that case, I won't bet. Let's go as planned. The fat man sneered twice: It seems that the old man is not so confident in that little monster! In that case, let's count this one. I'll give you a win. As usual, five, right? The fat man's face was extremely mocking, and with a wave of his right hand, five balls of light floated in his hand.

Taoists, clowns and others were silent and watched this good show.

And the old man still didn't say a word, but his eyes were fixed on the fat man, as if to see the flowers.

A drop of cold sweat.

It emerged from the corner of the fat man's forehead, but it appeared in less than half a second, and it was dissipated by the fat man's strength.

The old man smiled.

There is confidence between the smiles: Since the fat man is so confident, the old man and I will go crazy with you once! Bet!

Wow!!

The other four were shocked.

5,000, that's a lot of work!

They don't have enough for five thousand in one or two years! This is a one-year-old bet all at once.

The fat man is bold enough! A middle-aged man on the side patted his thigh, and everyone knew that he was the best friend of the fat man. It's just that he was wearing the fur of an unknown beast, which was a wild man.

The savage smiled heartily: Okay, both sides have gambled in the end. Those of us who are watching the battle are inevitably inevitable, right? Who's going to bet with me? When the Taoist heard this, he smiled slightly: How can you bet? You're betting with us alone?

The last one was odd, with a vertical eye on his forehead.

Three-eyed words are like gold: pressed on the old man, ten.

The clown grinned: old man, twenty.

The Taoist smiled slightly: I'll bet on five. It's good to get back the last game and lose to the old man, and it's also five.

The savage nodded: Five thousand fat people dare to bet, you are only thirty-five, I bet with you.

The fat man on the side smiled, stretched out his fat hand and patted the wild man on the shoulder.

Let's get started.

All six of them bowed their heads at the same time, towards the center of the hexagon they were arranging on.

A shimmering mask, but it was only as tall as half of their calf.

In the reticle, two small reticles stand at each end.

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The dragon opened its eyes, inside a light mask.

This is, the arena. After winning all battles and winning arena experience, You Long also has a good understanding of the arena. At this moment, a voice came from the light mask: Boy, I just said that. It's up to you. If I win, I will repay it with something extra. Lost...... Just lose, you and I will write it off.

You Long was a little surprised at how this relentless city lord had suddenly become so friendly.

I tried my best. You Long slowly put on his mask.

Accustomed to fighting under the mask, the fiery red mask was imprinted on his face, bringing a slightly cold touch that made his mind seem to calm down.

Time countdown.

Three.

Two.

One.

The mask disappears.

Two rush out!

You Long was greeted by a stream of golden light.

That's the light from your opponent's loose blonde hair!

But the opponent's face was hazy, as if it had been mosaiced. His opponent didn't look at him, holding a thick spear in his right hand.

That's not the same as the dragon's gun.

The dragon is an ancient spear, an oriental spear with a barrel and a blade at the tip.

But the spear in the opponent's hand is an ancient Western knight's spear! Gun barrel ...... It can't be considered a gun, it's a long handle. And the body of the gun is a slender cone. It's like a slender cone, mounted on a long handle. The knight's spear did not have a blade, so it did not slash, and it was mainly a stabbing attack.

Bang!! The knight's spear seemed to cut through the space, with a thunderous roar, and almost instantly arrived in front of Youlong! There was a flash of lightning left in the space where the knight's spear slashed, and the entire knight's spear stabbed at the dragon fiercely with a shining thunderbolt!

Although the speed of this blow was extremely fast, You Long was not slow to react, and his steps slowly took three steps back. These three steps seem to be slow like an old man's, but they are exquisite, and the spear in his hand is waved horizontally at this time.

Snow in front of the door.

Unleash the fastest and coolest skills.

Sonor!

Spears are crossed.

When skills collide with each other, they dissipate at the same time.

The blonde boy was visibly surprised, obviously not expecting this opponent to be able to block his fast shot.

But You Long didn't.

The body turns vertically forward like a tornado!

Snowstorm!