Song Qian pushed Zhang Beiye away, gritting her teeth in anger, "You're crazy, there is surveillance." ”

Behind the camera, the tooth breaker dog looked at the docile Song Qian, licked her big buckteeth, was a little excited, and said to her subordinates: "Say to Tie Kun, it's almost enough to play for more than half an hour, I want this woman, a real stunner, a shy rose, and prepare my medicine." ”

At this time, Tie Kun pushed the door in, looked at Song Qian, who was flushed, and then looked at Zhang Beiye, "Yo, boy, do you have 70 kilograms, are you an adult?" ”

"65 kilograms, 22 years old." Zhang Beiye hugged Song Qian and said, put on his glasses, and asked, "Big brother, you are Tie Kun, right?" ”

"That's right, I'll see you later." Tie Kun smiled, then looked at the camera, and said, "Boss, I don't want money, give me the girl, okay?" ”

"Are you tired of living?" The voice of the toothbreaker rang out.

Tie Kun had no choice but to retreat.

Song Qian was a little uneasy, why was she being targeted everywhere?

Zhang Beiye pinched her chin and said jokingly: "I said you don't want to come!" ”

"It's more reassuring for me to follow you!"

"I'm glad to have you, let's go see your cousin."

Zhang Shangning's crotch was all wet, he had been scared to pee countless times, he hadn't eaten or drunk, his uncle was so angry that he trembled, no matter how much he scolded, it was useless, things had come to this point.

"Dad, take me away, they're really going to kill." Zhang Shangning said.

Song Qian helped him wipe the saliva from the corners of his mouth and said, "This time my brother-in-law will rescue you out, but if you gamble again in the future, no one will be able to help you." ”

"Sister, you're kidding, what did he rely on to save him, hurry up and give the money to others."

"The money is not enough, the time they gave is too short, and if you want to chop off your hand, you can only let your brother-in-law solve it." Song Qian said.

"What money is not enough, five million is not enough?" Zhang Shangning roared.

The uncle slapped him in the face and shouted, "Five million, it's easy to say, you loser." ”

Soon an hour passed, the scene was already full of people, at least more than 2,000 people, online live broadcast, the audience around the world has exceeded 3,000 people, after all, it is a sword battle, so the promotion is very smooth.

They didn't say that Zhang Beiye was a student rookie, but that the folk masters challenged and spent 3 million to buy and win.

People can't wait, this kind of life and death situation, it's hard to see, it's a way to attract people's lives, it's very exciting.

The ring in the middle was activated, which was originally square, but it expanded rapidly, becoming octagonal, and eight iron nets were raised, forming an octagonal cage.

"It is said that someone challenged Tie Kun."

"Still playing life and death, how can you not be afraid of death."

"I don't know, it's said to be a folk master in the mainland."

"There's a fart master among the people."

"He also spent millions to buy and win for himself."

"Holy."

The audience talked a lot, most of them were Tie Kun wins, but the odds are too low, bet 10,000, only lose 500 yuan, so everyone spent a little money to bet on Zhang Beiye to win, anyway, it was fun.

The life and death game can't be faked, after all, it's a game of life, most people are willing to bet, and the main disparity this time is too big.

First of all, Tie Kun appeared, he was dressed in a black robe, holding a Damascus scimitar, and played a set of knife techniques, and the scene resounded with thunderous applause.

Then Zhang Beiye appeared, wearing glasses, wearing the white shirt that Song Qian picked out for him, rolling up his sleeves, holding a big horse scimitar in his left hand, and jeans and white sneakers on his lower body, which was refreshing and clean.

", your mother, what about playing, isn't this a cheating money?"

"I'm still a student."

"I knew I wouldn't be upset, so I bought 500 yuan."

"Look at his weak chicken appearance, is there 70 kilograms?"

Zhang Beiye walked into the octagonal cage, the door automatically closed, and the smart lock popped up.

Tie Kun leaned on the edge of the cage, looked at Zhang Beiye and said, "I said boy, are you wearing glasses to fight?" ”

"Yes, short-sighted, otherwise I can't see clearly."

"Something to die for."

Zhu Sheng was guarding Song Qian's side, a fat man wanted to rub their buttocks, but she broke the bridge of his nose with one arm, squatted on the ground and screamed, and other men didn't dare to approach anymore.

"I said, your husband is dressed as a Sven beast, what did you do?" Zhu Shang asked.

"Don't you think he's handsome?" Song Qian asked, she did feel that Zhang Beiye had become more and more handsome, especially under her own care.

"Cut, I don't understand you!" Zhu Shang replied, probably in the eyes of his lover.

"I kind of don't want to see him kill." Song Qian said.

"I don't want to see it even more."

"But I don't feel at ease......"

The first round began, Zhang Beiye stood on the edge of the cage with a knife, Tie Kun was also very difficult, he felt that one or two knives were killed and pulled down, but the boss had to let him toss for half an hour, how could this weak man play for half an hour?

The audience stopped doing it, scolding, spending so much money, the bell rang, why didn't these two people move, the scolding continued.

Tie Kun stepped forward and slashed at Zhang Beiye's right hand with the back of the knife, deliberately avoiding his left hand holding the knife, but he couldn't knock the knife off.

The sword flashed, and Zhang Beiye easily blocked it, and he didn't use any strength.

Tie Kun's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he took a few steps back, "You can actually block it?" ”

"Sorry, luck!" Zhang Beiye smiled modestly and pushed his glasses.

Tie Kun frowned, feeling that something was wrong in his heart, this Nima is a life and death situation, you bastard can actually laugh, and he is understated.

He no longer used the back of the knife this time, but slashed at Zhang Beiye's right hand, and still did not attack the hand holding the knife, worried that it would end too quickly and be deducted by the boss, so he chopped off a hand first to stimulate the audience.

Zhang Beiye's figure flashed, and he had already detoured behind Tie Kun, and the blade slapped him in the face, directly beating him to the ground, touching his bruised face, and he was immediately stunned.

There was a cheer from the stands.

"Good!"

"This method is the right one, don't fight hard."

"Defeat Tie Kun, you will be the number one on the black list."

Broken Tooth said to Golden Tooth, "If that kid wins, will we lose or gain?" ”

"There's no way he's going to win."

"I mean if."

"I ...... I haven't let them count it yet, but the amount of people who buy Tie Kun is large, plus the tickets, it shouldn't be a problem to make money, but the kid bet 3.6 million by himself and has to lose 18 million, which is a big gap. ”

"Hurry up and calculate."

This time, Zhang Beiye did not intend to win with strength, it was too easy to be exposed, but decided to win with speed, and the white-knuckle battle did not have to be fist-to-flesh, which just met this condition.

He didn't continue to attack, but went around to the other side, carrying a knife, and looked at Tie Kun who was slowly getting up.

"You've ever played blade warfare with someone?" Tie Kun touched his hot face and asked, the scene just now made him tremble, Zhang Beiye could directly chop off his head.

"I've played it in the game, have you played Glory of Kings, I like Miyamoto Musashi and learned his sword skills." Zhang Beiye said.

"Uncle Gong, dare to play Lao Tzu." Tie Kun scolded, he didn't know what the glory of kings was, it was not popular here.

People who have no actual combat experience, panic as soon as they come on stage, how can they be so calm, play your sister's game, the game is 108,000 miles away from the actual battle, okay?

He decided to come to the real thing, although he only won 200,000 in this battle, he couldn't lose, otherwise let the boss compensate Zhang Beiye 18 million, he was dead, and he couldn't fight anymore.

Tie Kun pounced on Zhang Beiye and slashed directly at his head.

Zhang Beiye swept the knife, the flames splashed, Tie Kun's arm was numb, he felt bad, and hurriedly retreated.

With a "clang", the knife in Zhang Beiye's hand fell to the ground.

"Oops......" Zhang Beiye looked at the knife on the ground and said, "Can you wait, can I pick up the knife?" ”

Zhu Shang also learned martial arts, and he knew Zhang Beiye's strength very well, rolled his eyes, and muttered: "Drama spirit!" ”

"Pick up your mother."

Tie Kun would not let go of this opportunity, grasped the big horse scimitar, jumped up, and slashed at his head with all his might.

Zhang Beiye rolled on the spot, picked up the knife on the ground, and Han Feng slashed through Tie Kun's calf, and his trouser legs were immediately dyed red.

Tie Kun limped and hurriedly stepped back and hid in the corner of the octagonal cage.

There was another round of cheers in the stands, and those who bought Tiekun to win began to curse.

Zhang Beiye picked up his glasses from the ground and put them on, and the bell of the first round rang.

The assistant in the audience hurriedly came up to help Tie Kun treat his wounds, and he looked at Zhang Beiye with a frightened expression in his eyes.