In the magic university of Tianlan City, Ji Xiu and Yueguang Cheng sat together and drank morning tea, and Yueguang Cheng asked, "Ji Xiu, why did you give such an order?"

"What did I order?"

"Sheng Qingqing's restriction order, you don't let her return to Wuxing. ”

"......" Ji Xiu thought about it, she really didn't know how to analyze this matter, and honestly said to Yueguang Cheng that it was her intuition that foresaw that Sheng Qingqing would be in danger in the future, so she was limited to Qiqiaoxing, which is hard to believe, okay.

"Well, that's good. Ji Xiu said: "Actually, you don't have any doubts about Sheng Qingqing's restriction order, as long as Sheng Qingqing obediently stays in Qiqiaoxing, nothing will happen." ”

At the same time, Ji Xiu thought in her heart: If Sheng Qingqing stays in Wuxing, then the problem will be particularly serious.

Yueguang Cheng said in a half-joking tone: "Then what if Sheng Qingqing is still in Wuxing?"

"There were many who died. Ji Xiu said with a serious frown.

At this time, Yueguang Cheng will be wrong, Yueguang Cheng thinks that Ji Xiu's words are threatening Sheng Qingqing alone, if Sheng Qingqing dares to stay in Wuxing without permission, then Ji Xiu will teach Sheng Qingqing a hard lesson, in fact, the real meaning of Ji Xiu's words is to include the people of the entire Luo Shi Continent.

After all, from Yueguangcheng's point of view, he couldn't connect Sheng Qingqing with Luo Shi's continent at all, in Yueguangcheng's eyes, Sheng Qingqing was just a playful child, although the two were the same age.

Yueguang Cheng thought in his heart: Did Sheng Qingqing anger Ji Xiu, Ji Xiu needs to give this kind of death order to isolate Sheng Qingqing......

So after that, Ji Xiu and Yueguang Cheng continued to drink morning tea and chatted about some recent idle things.

On the other side, in the inner city of Guran City, a gunshot attracted everyone's attention, especially the Tangrams, because the Tangrams know about firearms, and the sound of gunshots can trigger the nerves of the Tangrams the most.

"In the front block, we went over and had a look. Zhao Ling said, and led everyone to quickly rush to the block in front of him.

When Zhao Ling came here, there were already a lot of people in this inner city block, although there were many people, but the scene was unusually quiet.

"What are they doing?" asked Sheng Qingqing.

"I don't know, we need to squeeze inside to find out what's going on. Du Yousheng said.

At this moment, the scene became agitated, and someone had already begun to shout in an incredible tone: "The slave actually killed the magician!"

"Impossible! I bet all my money on the magician, how can the slave win......"

"This is a fake game, a fake gamble was set up to cheat us out of our money, how could a magician lose to a slave, and that is still the level of an archmage. ”

"The two men who set the gamble are Duke Libere and Duke Jon, and these two are bitter rivals, and it is impossible for them to get together to set up a fake game. ”

"The slave suddenly rang, the magician suddenly fell, and then suddenly died, and my stakes were suddenly gone......"

Listening to the surrounding remarks, Zhao Ling and the others could probably guess what was going on, here in Wuxing, there would be life-and-death duels from time to time, and the duels of the Wuxing people were very particular about the rules, creating a sacred atmosphere in the duels.

The duel of the Wuxing people, first of all, regardless of identity and status, as long as they step into the duel arena with others, they must duel with others fairly and justly. Whether it is a noble nobleman or a lowly slave, stepping into the duel arena, both are equal gladiators, and the winner lives, and the loser dies is the only rule.

The duel rules of the Wuxing people are sacred and inviolable, and no one can meddle in other people's duels, and if they use conspiracy in the duel, they will only be despised by the world.

In a tall building not far from the scene, Duke Liberty was grim-faced, while Duke Jon was smiling.

"Duke Libe, the first duel has been decided, and the second duel can begin. Duke Jon urged.

"Of course. Duke Libei's face was blue, but he said in a caring tone: "I will change people, do you want to change people?"

"Nope. Duke Jon said, "Isn't my man still standing there, he can continue to fight." ”

As the conversation between Duke Libere and Duke Jon ended, the dueling arena below was back in action.

As the dead magician was carried out of the arena, another warrior with a sword ascended to the dueling platform, and when two people stood on the dueling platform, all the onlookers became enthusiastic and cheered.

"One is Duke Libere's Whistling Knight, and the other is Duke Jon's Deadly Slave......" Below the dueling table, a fat man shouted, "Now you have twenty minutes, you can bet as much as you like, the Whistling Knight's odds are 10 to 1, and the odds of the Deadly Slave are 1 to 8." ”

At this time, when the fat man called out the odds of the two people on the dueling table, the scene fell into a dead silence, and after five minutes, almost everyone rushed to bet, and almost everyone bet on the Whistling Wind Knight.

It can be seen from the odds of ten to one of the Howling Wind Knights that the Wuxing people still think that the knights are stronger than the slaves, and the slaves are against the knights, how can the slaves have a slight chance of winning.

"The last game should have been an accident, the magician was estimated to have a heart attack, and he was suddenly frightened by the sound of the slave, causing a heart attack that he couldn't stand. "There are black stars at the scene analyzing the battle situation.

"I think so, too, that a magician can lose to a slave? ”

"I bet all ten gold coins on the knight in this game, and I won this game with an ironclad win, and I made a gold coin bet. ”

According to the rules of the game, as long as you win, the bet will be refunded. The person who bets ten gold coins on the Whistling Wind Knight, as long as the Whistling Wind Knight wins, then he can get back the ten gold coins he staked, and also bring one gold coin he won from the bet, after all, the Whistling Wind Knight is a payout of 1 out of ten.

"Wow!" Zhao Ling said in surprise: "It's really fake, and there is such a good thing, isn't this sending me money to spend." ”

Wataru watched from the sidelines on the dueling table, a knight in full iron armor armed with a sharp blade, and another in a rag shirt with a firearm. All this is in the eyes of the Tangrams, and all Tangrams will feel that the victorious Libra is a slave who tends to be armed with a firearm.

"Wonder why they all bet all their bets on the man with the sword. Cai Wen said puzzledly: "Obviously, the person opposite is holding a gun, if there is no Taoist help, the bullet can easily penetrate the armor." ”

"I don't care. Zhao Ling said excitedly: "When a normal person encounters this situation, he must make a lot of money, I bet all on slaves in this gamble, who will not be able to get along with the money." How much money did we bring with us?"

"Five thousand gold coins. Wataru replied.

"So little!" Zhao Ling was disappointed, this kind of sure-win gamble is, of course, invested in it with all his wealth, and the odds of a gun-wielding slave are as high as one to eight.

"It's okay, give me all the coins, and I'll go bet. Zhao Ling took the money bag handed over by Yousheng, and ran out of the house, squeezing into the crowd who were betting.

In the dueling arena, one side holds an iron sword and the other side holds a firearm, which in the eyes of the Wuxing people and the Tangrams, they produce two different results.