Duanmu shook the folding fan lightly and smiled slightly.

"Are you so sure I'm going to lose?" Murong Zhongtian had some anger on his face, and after glancing at Duanmu, he sat down on the chair.

"I'm not sure. Duanmu shook his head and opened the folding fan again and said: "This is the same as killing, whether you can beat the opponent will know as soon as you fight, whether you can win or not You know in your heart, of course, my heart is not empty!"

"That's very good!" Murong Zhongtian nodded and said, "Duanmu, can you dare to make a million taels if you win or lose?"

"Huh?" Zhan Qingyu suddenly heard it.

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Although Murong Zhongtian's sword is a spiritual weapon, it is not worth the price, what is the concept of one million taels?

If you use one million taels to establish a sect, you can also form a sharp knife army, and even a top configuration of tens of thousands of people can be assembled.

Including good weapons and armor, and even exercises can be obtained one or two high-end ones.

So this million taels is completely astronomical, and Zhan Qingyu almost can't imagine it.

But in turn, Murong Zhongtian made this spiritual weapon sword a price of one million taels is not too much, after all, rare things are expensive.

Sometimes a million taels may not be able to buy this thing, and someone has to sell it if it has a price.

Weapons are divided into holy weapons, artifacts, spiritual weapons, and general weapons.

The Hallows is the highest-level weapon, and its power is superb.

The artifact is one level weaker than the Hallows in terms of level, and much weaker in terms of power.

Spiritual weapons are much weaker than divine weapons, of course, spiritual weapons are still relatively rare in today's cultivation world, and only some major sects or hidden cultivators or children of families are blessed with them.

As for the artifact and the holy weapon, there are even fewer, and what the artifact currently knows is Wanyan Zhenwu's Soul Chasing Arrow.

The Hallows are mere legends, no one sees them.

But for now, artifacts can still be expected to see the other two.

That is the sword and sword that appeared thousands of years ago, and now it is in the hands of Yun Ziyi and Zhan Qingyu.

The Lone Wolf Scorching Sun Sword, the Sky Bright Moon Sword, and the Soul Chasing Arrow of the Archery Bow are the only three artifacts that Zhan Qingyu knows today.

If a cultivator who can reach the seventh level of cultivation has a holy weapon or an artifact, he will definitely be able to stand at the top of the cultivation world overnight.

But it's not realistic, even if you can have an artifact or a holy artifact for a while, you'll definitely die sooner.

Some of those cultivators who are highly skilled in the exercises have been practicing for nearly a thousand years, and they don't have a holy weapon, or even an artifact, so your holy weapon or artifact will soon change hands, and there is no room for negotiation.

A wise practitioner does not use such a weapon, and it is not only useless but also extremely harmful.

Not only these, but also treasures.

Therefore, after these extremely lucky people get treasures in extremely unexpected places, they will find suitable masters and sacrifice them in order to save their lives, and at the same time, they can also obtain something suitable for their own cultivation.

Therefore, although one million of an ancestral spirit weapon sword is too exaggerated, it is not unreasonable.

"Brother Murong overestimated this sword!" Duanmu was unmoved.

Gently shaking the folding fan, he also sat on the other side of the table and said: "One million taels, I can buy ten such swords and they are definitely not worse than yours!"

"Since that's the case, forget it!" Murong Zhongtian shrugged his shoulders and said, "Such a small family is still so angry to bet on magic weapons and swords, I really let me underestimate you!"

At the same time, Murong Zhong handed Zhan Qingyu a contemptuous look, and Zhan Qingyu catered to Murong Zhongtian at the right time and smiled helplessly.

Zhan Qingyu understands that both of them are creating momentum now, and if one party compromises, it will suffer a big loss.

This is not to gamble on anything, Zhan Qingyu is very interested in this person surnamed Duanmu.

He wanted to know more about it and see if it was the legendary person who practiced against the sky and almost made himself and Yun Ziyi feel different.

Does this end wood have anything to do with the other end wood?

"Hehe!" Duanmu shook his head and slapped the fan a few times, leaned forward and said, "How about Moti me, let's gamble with these chips and your sword and your magic weapon, how about just betting?"

"I have a bet, what do you use?" Murong Zhongtian shrugged his shoulders again, frowned and said pretendedly, "Isn't Duanmu Gongzi asking for empty gloves for the white wolf?"

Murong Zhongtian's tone was a little impatient, with disdain and mockery.

"How dare you do this in front of Brother Murong!" Duanmu smiled and withdrew his body to sit down and said, "I use this thing to gamble, and if I lose this thing, it will be yours." ”

Duanmu stretched out his hand and put a delicate jade dice on the table.

I saw that the six sides of this dice were shining, and the points on each side were exquisitely carved to show extraordinary carving skills.

The Duanmu placed there is like a god, a god of gambling.

"How much is this worth?" Murong Zhongtian also said with a slight stunned look like Zhan Qingyu.

"Hehe, this is a rare magic weapon called the Supreme Holy Hand. Duanmu said with some pride: "My father accidentally got the hand of me, and he has only lost one game since he opened the gambling house. How do you think it's worth a million taels more than yours?"

"So, Duanmu Gongzi is trying to threaten me and wait?" Murong Zhongtian's face sank and said: "Such a powerful magic weapon is used to open a gambling house and only lose one game, how dare I bet?"

"Haha!" Duanmu stood up and paced a few steps with a folding fan and said, "It's not me who bets with you, there is someone else who is against you." If I bet with you, you're going to lose, and if I wanted to, you wouldn't win, not even a hair. ”

Duanmu's tone was so affirmative, as if he could absolutely control the skills in the gambling house of the cultivation world.

"Then I'm relieved!" Murong Zhongtian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let your people play, I still have something to do after the bet." ”

"He's not my person!" Duanmu said thoughtfully, "He asked me, and I didn't agree." But there is a person involved, and this person is very important to me, so I can only test him in this way. If he wins you I'll allow him to do something, and if he loses then he's not qualified to talk to me about that. So I think it's best for him to make a move, and it's fair to you and me. Hehe, I'm sorry to talk too much!"

Duanmu said something that made Zhan Qingyu and Murong Zhongtian a little foggy, and then stopped the topic, turned around and patted his hands lightly in the back hall.

A quiet, slightly thin young man walked out, taking advantage of the unknown light.

There was no trace of spiritual power on his body, and the whole person looked spiritless.

Although his facial features are upright and even a little handsome, he looks depressed because of his melancholy face.

He walked over to the table and sat down without speaking, as if thinking about something important.

"Chang Win, are you ready?" Duanmu said, shaking the folding fan without looking at him.

"Everything is ready, Childe commanded. The weak young man bowed his head.