There was a homemade signboard in front of the wooden table, which read: "At two o'clock in the afternoon, life and death duel, five hundred spirit feathers are bet, buy one and lose one!"

Because this yellow-level feather cultivation square, which can satisfy thousands of people refining feathers together, is too big, and this wooden table is too small, it has already been submerged in the sea of people under the crowd.

Meng Yin and the five of them inquired about the information given by the gossip platform, and with their strong Xuan-level feathers, they hurriedly pulled away from the crowd and walked into this room.

But seeing that the wooden table is a little shabby, with a strong smell of rotten wood, it is more like a few wooden boards picked up on the side of the road and put together blindly, if it is not more serious, it can barely be regarded as a table, and the signboard is not very eye-catching, and the words on it are also written crookedly......

Meng Yin's head shook implicitly, a strong smell of disgust.

However, Rao is such a broken Zhuang table is not afraid of no one patronizing, although it is just a table, a signboard, although the conditions are so simple, but the disciples who are looking forward to and betting are still flocking, no, they are scrambling, I am afraid that even the opportunity to bet is gone.

"Hurry, hurry...... Although it is a life-and-death gamble and game, it is less than a stick of incense left before the plough ox starts the war!"

With this shout of someone, the crowd was even more restless, scrambling in waves, like a big wave crashing on the shore at high tide!

Meng Yin was furious by the crowd, he was ranked as a Xuan-level four-star feather cultivator, how could he endure such treatment in this yellow-level sect, but those people were already red-eyed, even if they noticed his Xuan-level four-star identity card, they still didn't have the intention of respecting the old and loving the young.

Out of nowhere, a person slammed Meng Yin aside: "I'll ...... Charge Wang Yanba, a thousand spirit feathers!"

"Okay!

Meng Yin had been treated by Tan Zimo before, and now he was lacking in spirit and body, and he didn't bother to see these yellow-level disciples, so he suppressed his anger and raised his head, just to take a look at the demeanor of Zhuang and Jia.

It turned out to be a girl!

"She looks cute and cute, but this girl is very unfamiliar, and it's not the Yu Xiu who can be called in Dongxuanzong, so ...... Here's the problem......"

The other four members of the Darkwing Clan, receiving Meng Yin's eyes, immediately pulled aside the red-faced yellow-level disciples around them.

Of course, in the face of such a "polite" invitation from the Xuan-level disciples, everyone could only accept it with gratitude, and then greet their ancestors behind their backs to see if the eight generations of their ancestors were still well.

Meng Yin's small eyes turned, and he noticed the identity card that the girl put on the Zhuang table, looked at it, and muttered to himself: "Yellow-level sect domain, seventeenth array, one-star feather cultivation, Yun Qianyu!?"

"Rub, this little girl is actually from the seventeenth array!?"

"Wait a minute, the plough bull who is going to fight against Wang Yanba seems to be also from the seventeenth array of the yellow level!"

"That's not right...... Three years ago, when I was still in the Yellow-level Sect, this seventeenth array was the existence of rats crossing the street and everyone shouting and beating, Rao was a newcomer who had just entered the sect, and he had to go up and play tricks, this was already the iconic ceremony of the Yellow-level Sect, but how did it become so kind now, not to mention the demon of Tan Zimo, could it be that this seventeenth array is all Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?"

"If the plough ox doesn't have a kind and strength, then he can only be a fool and a coercion, and this little girl is not to mention the film......"

"At a young age, how can you have such great courage to open, set up, and village here?"

"It's so big, and it seems like it's just a whim......"

"Heh, buy one and lose one, if she loses, what will she pay?"

Looking at the golden storage feather basin on the Zhuang platform and noticing the scale on it, Meng Yin unconsciously swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and his eyes were even more confused: "This disciple of Dongxuanzong is really powerful, I can't imagine that Kai and Zhuang have been betting for less than half an hour, and they have already bet hundreds of thousands, and all of them are Wang Yanba, but ...... But aren't they worried about not being able to win?"

"Hey, are you betting or not?"

Yun Qianyu raised his head lazily, glanced at Meng Yin who was blocking the stall, and said leisurely: "In this game, five hundred spirit feathers are bet, if the spirit feathers are not enough, let go first, don't block Miss Ben's business!"

"Heh, it's just five hundred spirit feathers, who doesn't ......" Meng Yin flicked his sleeves sullenly, "I'll bet!"

"But......" Meng Yin's words changed, "If you lose, can you afford to lose?"

Facing Meng Yin's questioning, Yun Qianyu did not answer directly, his eyes turned slightly, and turned to Lu Sanchang, who was standing three steps away from him.

Lu Sanbian really didn't know what it meant to be called here by Yun Qianyu early in the morning, and then he gradually learned that his face was getting more and more ugly, but he was forced by Yun Qianyu's young lady's temper and had to stand on the platform to help, and the next sentence, he himself couldn't remember how many times he said it in the past half an hour.

"With the steward of Niwa Pavilion as a guarantee, if you can't afford it, just look for me!" Lu Sanbian yawned, his expression quite complicated.

Of course, Meng Yin knew Lu Sanbian, and his days in the Yellow Sect Domain were indispensable for him to detain a little bit of Lingyu, but he didn't dare to put one more ......

However, Meng Yin also knows very well that Steward Lu is well-founded and well-founded, and he is also well-founded, but he is too serious, and Meng Yin has never eaten less.

Although Meng Yin didn't like Steward Lu, he could be sure of it, and according to Steward Lu's qualifications and style of acting, he would ask him as a guarantee, but let go of a hundred hearts!

What's more, if that little girl really can't pay for it, then the yellow-level Danyu Pavilion managed by the Lu Steward is not the base of hundreds of thousands of spirit feathers, and there is really no saying that she can't afford to lose.

Meng Yin looked around at the crowd of people around him, no wonder everyone's enthusiasm was so high, with Lu Guan as a guarantee, buying Wang Yanba to win, it seems that it is indeed a sure profit!

"Just ......"

Meng Yin also felt that something was wrong, and doubted in his heart: "When did Steward Lu stand here, if there was no indication from that girl, I really don't know that he is actually standing just three meters away from him, is there too many people here, or am I really fascinated by these hundreds of thousands of Lingyu Zhuangtai?"

With a slight sigh of relief, Meng Yin put his gaze back on Yun Qianyu's body, but seeing that this girl didn't blink her eyes in the face of hundreds of thousands of spirit feathers, and even more so as to not pay attention to it at all and just want to have fun, it was really incomprehensible.

"I don't know where this girl came from!"

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