Qu Sanyang was speechless.

The blue-robed man is dressed like the rumored bluebeard, and as soon as he makes a move, he will be 200,000 taels of silver tickets, such arrogance makes people involuntarily believe the identity of the other party.

After all, the blue robe and black beard are easy to fake, but 200,000 taels of silver can't be faked!

"What's more, Brother Qu really thinks that he will increase the price by 10% in the second game, and he will buy a face?" Dongfang Yi said lightly.

"Isn't it ......?"

Qu Sanyang was talking, and suddenly reacted: "This blue-robed man is so scheming! First-class martial artists have limited internal strength, and after entering the ring, in front of everyone's eyes, they must do enough face kung fu to cover up the past.

In the first 70 rounds, more than half of the internal strength can be consumed, and even if you meditate halfway to recover a little, it will inevitably be limited; The second fight will drag on for another 70 rounds, and then it will be impossible to fight again. ”

Now in the gambling house, the call for Dongfang to seize the position is extremely high!

Dozens of the only candidates, if they lose, the dealer eats all, at least can earn millions of taels of silver!

"That's it, why did the boss agree to give face in the first game? Plainness adds to the risk. Qu Sanyang said.

If it is for 200,000 taels of silver, he loses the position of the young leader of the Changle Gang, it is really like picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelon.

Dongfang Yi's face was as usual, and he said lightly: "Did I agree?" Brother Qu, you can eat more, and you may talk nonsense. ”

Qu Sanyang's eyes widened.

Dongfang Yi turned around and put his hands behind his back.

When it comes to the major interests of the young gang leader of the Changle Gang, I am afraid that any bull, ghost, god and snake will come out, and these small means are really not on the table to be honest.

……

Following.

Outside Zhenjiang Mansion, people are mixed.

Almost all the people of Zhenjiang Mansion came to watch this grand event.

Grandstand.

Sitting on the main seat is the eight-clawed golden dragon Situ Heng, the helper.

On the left is a long-bearded middle-aged man shaking a fan, with a pale face and bulging cheekbones, as if he was sick. This person is the Changle Gang Army's 'Wonderful Hand Rejuvenation' Bei Haishi. He is good at making five elements and six palms, and is proficient in medical skills, so he is respected as Dr. Pei.

After that, there are the hall masters of the inner three halls, the outer five halls, and the first-class martial artists of the major factions.

Among them, Zhong Zhan, the swordsman of the Diancang faction, and the three friends of the Sui Han are in the forefront.

These two people may not be strong in martial arts, but their vision and character are extremely reliable, so they are often invited to be witnesses.

In addition to the above masters, there are also twenty-six first-class martial artists who participated in the selection.

Dripping Sword Dongfang Yi, the top four East Stick, West Stick, South Fist, North Leg and others, among them, the white old man holding a cigarette stick is quite eye-catching.

"I'm afraid this old man is older than the Situ Gang Master! How do you have the face to participate in the selection of young helpers? ”

"If he is really chosen, when the young gang leader is older, he is older than the old gang leader, and I really don't know who will pass on whom."

"Does anyone know this old man?"

"Looking at the dress, it seems to be Ding Busan of the Lingnan Ding family. It is rumored that this person is insidious and vicious, and he is good at killing. After killing the sexual restraint, set a rule for yourself, you can't kill more than three people in a day. Therefore, he is known as Ding Busan. ”

"You still have to set rules to restrain yourself from killing, this old man is so cruel!!"

The crowd was talking.

Ding Busan squinted his eyes and looked down the stage, and a fierce intent shot out of his eyes.

Everyone felt chills all over their bodies, and the cold couldn't stop pouring in from the soles of their feet, and the bone marrow seemed to be frozen. Hurriedly lowered their heads and lowered their eyebrows one by one, not daring to touch the tiger again.

They are just ordinary people, if they are really killed by Ding Busan, they will die in vain!

There is no one who stands up for the sake of ordinary people.

The gang leader Situ Heng said a little bit about the scene, and then directly sent someone to start drawing lots and distributing opponents.

Twenty-six people in total, and in the first game, thirteen people were decided first; Then in the second game, one person had a bye and seven people were decided; In the third game, another person had a bye, and four people were decided; In the fourth game, two people will be decided; In the last fifth game, the winner was the leader of the Changle Gang.

The ring is 30 zhang long and 30 zhang wide, and it is made of solid wood. The surrounding area was also emptied by a fence. It's not that I'm afraid that someone will interfere with the duel off the field, but I'm mainly worried that the first-class martial artist will release his internal force and shock the onlookers to death.

After all, it is a great joy to choose a young helper, and it is unlucky to have too many casualties.

Originally, there were only seven in the ring, and the remaining six were created by rushing to work overnight after the number of people was determined last night.

Thirteen rings, lined up, outside the city, within a radius of five miles, are crowded.

Compared to other rings, the number seven is the most eye-catching.

Dripping Sword VS East Stick Shi Fei.

Three miles away from the ring, there are wealthy businessmen who pay to build a high platform for the use of distinguished guests.

The bearded blue-robed man was smiling at the ring.

Next to him was a woman in yellow.

A blue-robed person can enter a high platform, either rich or expensive, and it is not uncommon to have a woman beside him. But this woman is an indescribable ...... Well, it's hard to describe dazzling!

She is as eye-catching as the sunset, even if she throws it into the sludge, she can still emit her own light.

White skin, beautiful and sharp!

This must be a woman with a lot of means.

"The Mad Demon Stick method is a Shaolin mastery, and Shi Fei is even more innate with divine power, which is very suitable for this exercise. In this battle, even if the Dripping Sword goes all out, it will be difficult to win within seventy rounds. Last night's money was lost! The woman in yellow said.

"I can't afford to lose."

The blue-robed man smiled richly.

"You, you can't stop chattering with a little money, this is 200,000 taels!" The woman in yellow complained.

"When did you see me doing a loss-making business?" The blue-robed man asked rhetorically.

The woman in yellow was suffocated, a little unnatural.

Fortunately, by this time, the ring had already begun.

Boom!

This Shi Fei is nine feet tall, with a big waist and a round waist, holding an eight-foot snowflake iron rod, Luo Lu on his upper body, and nine black dragons with embroidered bodies roaring hideously, as if he wants to devour people.

In contrast, the young man in blue seemed a little weak.

"Mad Stick!"

Shi Fei's voice was loud.

"Dripping Sword!"

Dongfang Yi said indifferently.

"How many breaths do you need to gather momentum in that sword drawing pose?" Shi Fei asked directly.

Drawing the sword is an easy trick in the East.

It is undoubtedly extremely rude to ask the other party about their hole cards like this.

Normally, no one will reply.

"Five breaths."

"Okay, Shi Mou wants to see how powerful the swordsmanship of Zhou Madman can be with one sword, so I'll wait for you to breathe!"

Shi Fei slammed the iron rod in his hand down and directly sank into the ring half a foot.

Zhou Madman He also fought against him, fought fiercely for fifty rounds, and finally lost his internal strength. If the Zhou madman cultivates for another three years and has a deeper skill, the winner really doesn't necessarily know who the winner is.

"Uncle's! How could he do that! ”

"Isn't this a send!"

"Hurry up! Don't give a drip a chance to draw a sword! ”

There was an uproar in the ring.

In the first game, one wins one and loses ten within 20 moves, but those who can mix in the gambling house are somewhat shrewd. Among first-class martial artists, how can it be so easy to divide the winner and lose?

You can drag it for 30 moves.

It's too little, and there is no face to mess with the rivers and lakes when it is passed out.

Shi Fei's behavior like this really drove them to death.

Can't you fight normally?!

The crowd is outraged!

It's almost shouting the slogan that the East Stick is returning money in the fake game!

In the next breath, Dongfang Yi's right hand rested on the hilt of the sword.

Depressed, the atmosphere of terror pervades.

The roar of the crowd was directly blocked in the throat, and the neck seemed to be held against a sharp sword, and the body couldn't stop trembling.