Waste Gu Ling was the first boy in the fifth class.

The plate has already been set, and at this time, the first round of the top ten ranking tournaments of the next five classes has been opened, and the three martial arts platforms have been launched at the same time, and six of the ten people are already on the stage.

The dealer Fang Kun is immersed in registering and sorting out the data.

To tell the truth, or because the future has been judged, several families are happy and dozens of families are sad, which greatly hurts the atmosphere, and the overall mood of everyone who is enthusiastically betting today is not too high, although Fang Kun shouted and broke his throat, and finally fell scattered, and the number of bets was less than half of the most prosperous time a few days ago.

However, due to the fact that many of the students who bet today have a settled future, most of them are more generous than before under the spirit of happy events, so although the number of bets is less, the total amount of money that the dealer Fang Kun collected is the largest one.

The more statistics he counted, the happier he became, and the dealer Fang Kun counted the money over and over again, while counting the data.

Suddenly, a shadow rushed in, making Fang Kun's eyes suddenly darken. At the same time, a hand with a half-clenched fist appeared, gently knocking on the table in front of Fang Kun's eyes.

There's business coming to your door!

Fang Kun was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly showed a warm smile, and raised his face to bury the case: "If the waste body meets, you will kneel and pay 1.5; the waste body will not go through 10 moves, and 1 will pay 1.8; the waste body will go through 10 moves, and the crippled body will lose 2.0 if you go through 10 moves; the waste body will lose 2.0 if you go through 10 moves, and the waste body will lose 5.0 if you draw the city." First of all, all bets will be returned to the dealer and will not be refunded. As a result, the bookmaker only pays the odds to settle the amount. How much do you want, classmate?"

A whole set of rhetoric, Fang Kun had already practiced extremely skillful, crackling and pouring beans, after the words fell, Fang Kun completely raised his head, but saw that the unscrupulous and demeaning waste in his mouth was looking at him with a smile.

was caught for a moment, and Fang Kun was not embarrassed at all.

In his opinion, there are two theories, and he does not lose.

On the basis of personal potential, cultivation depends on personal talent after all, and someone on the other side is not talented, and the two-point yang body is better than the one-point waste body. A waste body is a waste body, not any other body, and it is destined to be able to cultivate in this life. Although Gu Ling has been stirring up the wind and rain recently, he has made a lot of moths. But this is just a waste of the body. What do you say, the waste body is not wasted, ordinary people believe it, but he Fang Kun really doesn't believe it. At present, even if the waste body can defeat a few classmates, it is because the waste body has the strength of a banker, and the students of the probationary monk school have not embarked on the path of cultivation in the true sense, and there is not much difference between them and ordinary people, and the two are caused by the combination. However, now that everyone has gone on to higher education, they will come to the wind and rain in the future, embark on the path of real cultivation, and become a monk in the true sense of the word. No matter how big the waste body is, when the manpower is always exhausted, how can he compare with the monk master who has a wrist to the sky?

Second, in terms of personal power, everyone comes from a mundane and honest family, and they don't ask about food and clothing, but only about immortals. Looking back at this realm, no matter how different the secular background is, it is the same after all, and the difference between the periods is not trivial and can be ignored. As a result, the backers of both sides can only be their respective monastic schools. Gu Ling picked up **** Yun and was admitted to a monk school, and he also received a notice from a monk school yesterday. The Thousand Swords Monk School that admitted Gu Ling was recognized as the worst school, and although the school that admitted him Fang Kun was also the last school, it was slightly better than the Thousand Swords Monk School in terms of strength.

He didn't lose the slightest bit in both theories, let alone friendship.

Offending is a long time ago, and it is not bad today.

Therefore, some of the students in the lower fifth class saw Gu Ling's successive victories in the class competition, and slowly changed their attitude towards Gu Ling intentionally or unintentionally.

In this regard, Fang Kun has always been very disdainful.

A waste body is a waste body. For this title, others have not changed their words before and after.

"It's you. ”

When Fang Kun saw that it was Gu Ling, he immediately changed his attitude, frowned slightly, and said indifferently.

Hmph! It's Lao Tzu again, and the autumn wind is coming. Don't pee on yourself, isn't the face you lost last time enough?

In Fang Kun's understanding, when he opened this gambling game, two people were most likely to want to come up and intervene and get a piece of the pie.

One of them is the head teacher Chen Meng. For the head teacher Chen Meng, he thinks that he is powerless to resist for the time being, and he has always dealt with it cautiously, trying not to deal with the other party, so as to reduce the chance of Chen Meng seeing the money eye and inserting a kick. But if Chen Meng still finds it, there is no way, it can only be ruined. It's just that it's better to discuss how much money you can break. Fortunately, Chen Meng didn't mean this all along, and he wasn't stupid enough to send it to the door by himself.

The second is Gu Ling's waste body, after all, every gamble is Gu Ling's life and death struggle, and it is human nature to want to collect some due income. Compared with the head teacher Chen Meng, Gu Ling does not have such a good treatment here. He had thought about the picture of Gu Ling coming to fight the autumn wind countless times in his heart, and each time he imagined that the words he would deal with were different, but the central idea that did not change was: Get out of the way!

"It's just down there!" Gu Ling smiled and said.

"If that's you, get out of here!"

Fang Kun's color suddenly changed, and he roared: "I haven't been scolded enough last time, have I? I still want to go to Lao Tzu to beg for money, but I don't give you to eat!"

Hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Gu Ling's eyes.

However, in the blink of an eye, Gu Ling packed up his killing intent, and said with a slight smile: "Why, I am the only one who can't bet on all the classes?"

"Bet?"

Fang Kun's expression eased: "You admit defeat in one game and lose 1.5; you can't go through ten moves under the hands of Liancheng, one loses 1.8; after 10 moves, you return crippled, one loses 2.0; after 10 moves, you retreat without injury, one loses 2.0; and a draw with Liancheng loses 5.0." I've told you all about these odds before. Which one do you want to press? Except for the first time you admit defeat, you can't press, you can press the others. ”

"Such as~fruit"

Gu Ling said unhurriedly: "If I press myself, I will win, so what are the odds?"

"What?"

Fang Kun seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous, and he couldn't believe his ears: "I heard it right." Pressure yourself to win?"

"What, can't you?" Gu Ling's expression remained unchanged.

"Okay, why can't you send me money if you want to? ”

Fang Kun sneered: "Waste body, waste body, you just won a few games by mistake, you really can't tell the difference between east and west, north and south, and you really think that you are invincible in the world." For everyone's sake, don't say that I don't give you face, if you press this, I'll give you odds of one to ten. ”

"That's a thank you. ”

"Without further ado, how much are you going to press?"

"No more, no less, just four thousand taels of silver!"

"What?"

Fang Kun's hand trembled, and he was shocked: "How much do you say? Four thousand taels of silver?"

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