The controversy over Mu Qianmei's second battle gradually became strong and weak, and people above the ninth floor rationally felt that Mu Qianmei had no chance of defeating Ling Feng.

There are only people on the first floor, and they still believe that miracles will continue to happen, compared to the first competition, the current situation is slightly different, that competition is only Senior Brother Yun who thinks that Mu Qianmei will win, and now, there are slightly more people who support Mu Qianmei, and some people even say-

"Whether she wins or not, I'm going to bet on her and support her."

"Yes, yes, look at that Senior Brother Yun, this was the case in the last game, he won so many spirit stones, and sometimes he has to believe in miracles."

"And how are you going to bet?"

"I'm going to bet on both, betting on her to win and betting on her to lose, if she wins, a loss of one to one hundred, won't I win back what I lost last time!"

"That makes sense, right? That's how I bet! ”

Everyone's discussion also reminded Zhang Xiaopei that his odds setting is problematic, if he sets another odds of one to one hundred, others bet a little on both sides, in case of repeated mistakes, he really can't afford to lose, so he changed all the odds.

This time, he didn't have to shout, he just buried his head and wrote, and posted it directly after writing, and everyone saw it at once-

Mu Qianmei wins in five moves, one loses fifty, wins in ten moves, wins in one loses thirty, wins in twenty moves, wins in one draw, wins in fifty moves, wins in one draw, wins outside fifty moves, and wins five in one move.

On the contrary, if Mu Qianmei loses in five moves, one loses two, loses one in ten moves and loses five, loses in twenty moves, loses ten in one move, loses one in thirty moves and loses twenty, loses in fifty moves, loses thirty in one move, loses more than fifty moves, and loses fifty in one move.

This time, the bettor was not as fast as the first game, everyone was constantly discussing and discussing, and they were also calculating whether she would lose or win, and whether she could lose or win within a few moves?

Different people have different opinions, eleven betting methods, the highest odds are only one to fifty, half lower than the first game, the more ways to choose, the more difficult it is for the person to bet, and, because the two people on the field are people who can create miracles, it is difficult to choose for a while.

However, overall, it was still Ling Feng's victory that was much greater.

Slowly, some people began to bet, most people bet on Mu Qianmei to lose, and some bet on her to win, but only about one-tenth, and the bets are relatively small, that is, it means to buy a possibility of a miracle.

There are more and more people betting, everyone seems to be more cautious, many people bet a few bets, thinking that one will not hit the other.

This kind of betting method made Zhang Xiaopei feel a lot more at ease, because of the eleven ways, only one way is right after all, and he always has a big chance of winning.

After a while, a little boy with pink makeup walked over, led by a guard officer, and after the little boy asked about the proportion of bets, he said to Zhang Xiaopei without hesitation:

"I'm going to bet on my sister to win within five moves, so I'll bet on six premium spirit stones."

Zhang Xiaopei subconsciously asked:

"Who is your sister?"

The little boy replied proudly:

"Of course it's Mu Qianmei, who else can there be?"

Zhang Xiaopei then asked:

"And what's your name?"

The little boy said triumphantly:

"My name is Wenlan Gongzi, and my name was chosen for me by my sister!"

Zhang Xiaopei asked worriedly:

"With so many spirit stones, can you call the shots yourself? I can tell you, if your sister can't win the competition in five moves, you won't have these super-grade spirit stones! ”

The little boy replied confidently:

"Of course I can call the shots, isn't it just a few spirit stones? And my sister is so powerful, why do you need five moves to win? ”

Zhang Xiaopei looked at the guards who brought him over with some hesitation and asked:

"Can he really call his own shots?"

The Guardian replied in the affirmative:

"He can call the shots, but if he loses, forget it, if he wins, you have to send someone to send him to the rest area of the Huaxia tribe in the No. 1 ring."

Zhang Xiaopei said with confidence:

"That's no problem, as long as he wins, I'll send someone to him right away."

A member of the maintenance team testified, how dare he not do it, besides, with the reputation of Wanli Gambling House, he didn't dare to break the rules himself, so he accepted the spirit stone and personally issued a bill to Wenlan Gongzi.

It turned out that when Senior Brother Yun was leaving, he gave them an explanation, and when Wenlan Gongzi went to bet, he troubled them to send someone to follow, and he also quietly told Wenlan Gongzi, and after a while, he told Mu Qianmei and them, saying that he was going to go to the thatched house, and then he could temporarily leave the past to bet.

So, when Wenlan Gongzi told Mu Qianmei that he was going to go to the thatched house, Mu Qianmei did not doubt him, so she casually agreed, and specially explained to the people in the escort team, hoping to help her take care of her younger brother.

Prince Wenlan was able to leave.

After placing the bet, Wenlan Gongzi followed the personnel of the escort team and happily returned to the rest area of the Huaxia tribe.

In the rest area, Mu Qianmei and the four of them were waiting in peace, because some of the differences in strength in the competition were quite different, as soon as they stepped into the ring, they directly admitted defeat and stepped down, saving a lot of time, but some of the opponents who were evenly matched, and the fight time would be slightly longer.

However, in any case, there were only thirty-one pairs in the afternoon, which was much shorter than the competition in the morning.

The moment Wenlan Gongzi went to bet, the Tiger King who drew the ninth had already competed, and he easily won the opponent.

He came back and just sat down for a while, and it was the turn of the thirteenth Jade to get into the small ring, and he also returned with an easy victory.

Next, Mu Qianmei on the 21st is preparing.

After watching the competition between the Tiger King and Jade, Mu Qianmei no longer continued to wait and see the competition in the ring, but meditated on the spot and began to practice alone again.

After watching the battle in front of her, she also has a general understanding of the level of fighting at each level in the ring, and then she looks at it, it is also about the same level, so she doesn't need to continue watching.

Mu Qianmei had just been promoted to the early stage of the third layer of the Qi Refining Period, and it was rapidly rising, so she needed to comprehend some of the new things by herself.

She kept trying how to mobilize the spiritual energy in her body as quickly as possible, and to transform it into spiritual power, she used to fight, relying on internal force, but now she needs spiritual power.

Previously, the aura in her body was very scarce, just like an empty room, there were only a few bowls of aura, which seemed to be nothing, so she mainly controlled the weapon with internal force, and then added a little bit of spiritual power to the internal force, because the spiritual power was too little, so every time she used a thin water and long flow mode, so that the aura in her body was transformed into spiritual power, and then it was slowly and evenly injected into the weapon in her hand, which not only accelerated the speed, but also strengthened the lethality of the sword move.

At that time, she only needed to control the speed and the number of transmissions, which was a blessing.

However, now the aura in her body is like a small pond, and the resources that can be converted into spiritual power are very abundant, so she can use it with confidence in battle, and she can completely control the weapon with spiritual power, and all actions in the battle can be completely supported by spiritual power.

However, her control of spiritual power is not as proficient as the control of internal power, so she needs a process of adaptation.

Now, she took advantage of this waiting time to try to mobilize the spiritual energy and transform the spiritual power, and then let the spiritual power run freely in the meridians, if the spiritual power she mobilized before was as small as a silk thread, then the spiritual power she can mobilize now is like the flowing water in a pipe as thick as a thumb, which is already five or six hundred times as before.

With so much spiritual power, the energy and speed that could be generated were all realms that she had never dared to think of before.

In order to be able to master herself, she has been mobilizing and operating in her body again and again, the so-called practice makes perfect, and proficiency is the foundation.

She has to try to use different actions and tricks to require different spiritual power, such as a normal dodge action and an emergency dodge action, the speed requirements are different, and the spiritual power required is naturally different.

Aura is so precious, the spiritual power transformed by it is even more precious, using too much, not only is it a waste, but it will also affect the performance of the action, if she uses too much spiritual power in a dodge action, it is likely that the dodge distance is too far, which will naturally affect the unsmooth connection of her moves, and fight with the master, such a mistake is not allowed, because it is likely to affect a person's life and death.

Mu Qianmei, who has experienced countless battles, naturally understands this truth, so she must seize the time to practice how to mobilize, how to convert, how to operate, and how to use.

Since she was in the rest area, she couldn't take out her sword to practice, so she could only complete all the movements in her imagination, at most, she used her fingers as a sword, and tried to practice sword moves secretly with her hands as a sword.

When she felt that she could finally use her spiritual power skillfully, the voice of the chief judge just came from the stage and shouted:

"The twenty-first round of the second round of the No. 1 small ring, Ling Feng of the Qingyun tribe will play against Mu Qianmei of the Huaxia tribe."

As soon as the words fell, Ling Feng and Mu Qianmei walked towards the ring from different directions at the same time.

Ling Feng was a sixteen-year-old boy with a handsome face, bright eyes, and a strong suit that was relatively close-fitting, just to not affect the play of his movements in battle, the whole person felt as if he was full of vitality, and his whole body seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

Mu Qianmei, who was wearing a blue dress, stood on the stage, and there was a natural sense of brilliance, and the people below immediately boiled, and the surroundings of the No. 1 ring were surrounded by people.

In the ring, the two people confronted each other, neither of them had a trace of contempt for their opponents, and it would be an all-out battle at first glance.