Wang Chan swept all the silver tickets on the table, and under the malicious gaze of more than ten invisible people in the flower hall, his face still did not change, and he chuckled: "There is a bet with silver, and there is no silver to walk." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The fat dealer had just said this, so his face didn't look good at this time. He hasn't left yet, so he naturally means that he still has money on him, and a real gambler will always leave himself a gambling book that is enough to turn over.

The fat dealer stared at Wang Chan, pushed the bowl to him, and said coldly: "This time it's your turn to be the banker, I just hope you don't want to throw a point." ”

Although he said this in his mouth, he was thinking in his heart, it's not strange that you threw a point this time. Of course, other people's thoughts are the same as him, even if Wang Chan changes to three iron dice, it is more convenient for them to destroy one of them than to pinch an ant to death.

Gambling for money and ghosts, which was originally a sneaky and unsightly thing, now seems to have become above board.

The white-haired old pedant rushed to bet 30,000 taels first, and said, "It's a pity that I only have 30,000 gambling books left." Obviously, he was still angry about the genius Wang Chan breaking his finger knife strength.

The fat dealer grinned: "I'm the loser, he loses mine, and you have a share." He has taken out all the silver tickets on his body, and one person has bet more than 100,000 taels, unless he does not win or lose, he can get someone else's turn, but everyone sees that Wang Chan must lose, even if he is amazing. They are confident that no matter how high their martial arts skills are in this world, it is impossible for them to do it.

The old pedant sighed and said, "It seems that we only have soup for this one." "When it's their turn to lose themselves, the dealer has no money to lose, it is called drinking soup, in the eyes of gamblers, I am afraid that there is nothing more unlucky than drinking soup.

He was about to take back the 30,000 taels, when he suddenly heard a person: "I will help Zhuang this one, how many of them are just taken up, and they will be killed and compensated." ”

At this time, an old man suddenly walked in slowly from outside the hall, only to see him with his hands on his back, his round face, the top of his head was half bald, and he had a very kind smile on his face.

The old man slammed the large stack of silver tickets he was holding on the gambling table with a "snap", and said: "Here is one million three hundred and fifty thousand taels, you can rest assured that you just have to bet, if it is not enough, I still have it, how many you want." ”

Wang Chan looked back at the little old man, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he chuckled: "Your Excellency is not afraid of pressing me and losing all your money?"

The old man said lightly: "I already have so much money that it is about to become moldy, even if I really lose all my money, it doesn't matter." ”

No one on this island would doubt what he said, looking at the millions of taels of gambling books suddenly on the table, they couldn't help but be in good spirits, and everyone was smiling, as if they had regarded this stack of silver tickets as their own bag, seven or eight hands stretched out together, and the gold and silver tickets immediately filled the table, and there were at least a hundred thousand taels.

"I'll press 50,000 taels!"

At this time, Wang Chan suddenly saw a hand pressed on the gambling table, this is a very beautiful hand, the fingers are slender and powerful, although it is a bit like a man's hand, it is still very beautiful. But there is nothing under this hand, and only silver is on the table.

Wang Chan glanced up at the owner of this hand, and said with a smile: "Why haven't I seen your fifty thousand taels yet?"

"I'm pressing myself. Shaman looked up at Wang Chan, and his cat-like eyes were already shining like green jade.

This girl is crazy about betting, Wang Chan shook his head slightly.

In a paper box next to it, dozens of unused dice are neatly arranged. Wang Chan casually took out three of them and threw them into the sea bowl.

Before the dice fell into the bowl, some people couldn't bear it.

The old scholar looked at Wang Chan, sneered, and ten fingers popped out at the same time, and ten extremely sharp finger knife qi shot towards the three dice from different directions.

At this time, Wang Chan also stretched out his right hand, only to see him bend his fingers.

Everyone could only hear the sound of "wave", and the air in the sky seemed to be pierced by this finger, and then they saw a Polo flower blooming in the wind.

The petals scattered, turning into ten energies and colliding with the old pedant's finger knife.

Dora Finger!

The old scholar saw this change in complexion, and when he reacted, a series of muffled noises suddenly erupted all over his body, and the red blood stained his old scholar's robe.

And the fat dealer seized this opportunity, suddenly took a gesture of his lips, and sucked into the dice sharply. A strong wind rose out of thin air, blowing the robes of the people on both sides of the table.

This fat man practiced the Mixed Yuan One Qigong, if he changed the usual time, even a boulder of people's height could blow it to pieces, but today he couldn't even help a small dice.

The dice were still rolling in the bowl, unaffected by the strong winds. The reason why this situation occurred was only because a wall of qi suddenly appeared between the fat man and Wang Chan.

This was originally a move of the Shaolin sweeping monk, and I don't know when it has been successfully learned by Wang Chan.

Shaman, who was standing on the side, slowly pulled out a very thin and long steel wire from the edge of his shirt and held it in his hand.

The steel wire is thin, tough, and shiny.

Her hands are long and powerful. The steel wire was in her hand, and it quickly turned into the silhouette of a sword-dancing woman, and the sharp end was the sword.

She was the best female swordsman in the world.

At this moment she drew her sword, and the wire sword stabbed against the wall of air, making a sharp whistling sound.

In the flower hall, there were finally a few people who couldn't stand it anymore, covered their ears with their hands, and squatted on the ground in pain.

The mustache that had already been frightened by Wang Chan looked at this scene, and his eyes showed a deep fear in his eyes, as if he had returned to the time when the little old man taught him to turn into bones, and it was this feeling that the little old man brought him at that time. Powerlessness and deep despair.

The wire is becoming more and more curved, and it is about to break.

Shaman only felt a breeze blowing, and suddenly felt a lightness on his body, and the pressure suddenly disappeared, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the steel wire in his hand had broken inch by inch, and as soon as the wind blew, he completely disappeared into this world. Sweat had already soaked through her purple shirt.

At this time, the amiable little old man walked over slowly, looked at Wang Chan, and said with a smile: "Because the little old man is usually negligent in discipline, so that the politeness of the people under his hands is negligent, Your Excellency must not blame." ”

Wang Chan also smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, if everyone who is polite and negligent can send me such a large sum of money, I would rather everyone in this world be rude." ”

The little old man stroked his palms and smiled: "It makes sense, the most important thing in this world is the benefit, and everything else is empty." (To be continued.) )