Wang Yue had already prepared, and as soon as Ning Chuxin turned around, Wang Yue had already walked in front of the latter and blocked his way.

"Wang Yue, don't be obsessed! If you offend my Sword Pavilion disciples again and again, you will definitely not end well!"

Ning Chuxin still refused to give in, stiffened his head, and threatened inwardly.

"Really?" Wang Yue grinned: "Before cursing me, did you think about your own fate? Since you wanted me to climb back before, then I will break your legs again!"

"Don't!"

With a hoarse scream, Ning Chuxin was ruthlessly overturned to the ground by Wang Yue, snapping his feet and dislocating the root of his thigh cleanly.

"Ah, Wang Yue, I must kill you!"

Ning Chu rolled on the ground in pain, but even so, he still didn't forget to curse Wang Yue in his mouth.

"That doesn't seem to be enough ......"

Wang Yue looked at it for a long time, then stepped forward thoughtfully, snapped his feet, and trampled Ning Chuxin's two knees.

"Ahh

Ning Chuxin let out a long wail, and fainted in pain.

Wang Yue squatted down this time, and searched Ning Chuxin's body carefully: "This kind of thing, it's better to wait for the person concerned to faint before doing it!"

If Ning Chuxin heard this, it was estimated that even if he woke up, he would be stunned again.

"Forty low-grade spirit stones, not bad!"

Wang Yue whistled happily, and then jumped out of the ring and walked in front of the outer disciple who opened the gambling game: "Even the capital with interest, eighty spirit stones, bring it!"

"Hey, hey, uncle, take it!"

The lewd man's legs trembled, his lips trembled, and he trembled and handed the spirit stone forward, and even his address to Wang Yue changed.

"Hmph, you're interested!"

Wang Yue grabbed the spirit stones, counted them carefully, and then put them in his arms and left with extreme satisfaction.

"These one hundred and twenty spirit stones were originally mine, and the seventy spirit stones that are missing are all losses!"

Although Wang Yue won a great victory in the duel with Guang Hanzhi, he still had a sad face, sighed again and again, and was still feeling sorry for the seventy spirit stones that he had been jointly taken away by the poor elder and Elder Li.

The odds of the gambling game are far less than high as Wang Yue imagined.

In Wang Yue's view, this is the first official shot since he started, and the opponent's ranking on the Qiancao list is much higher than his own, so the odds of this competition should be higher, so that he can earn more.

However, Wang Yue forgot that this was his first shot, and his opponent was strong enough, but in the entry assessment four months ago, he was the only six-top all-rounder, and a genius like Chu Tianlie was even more like playing.

In this way, the odds of the fight will naturally not go up, and it is already very good to reach three to one.

"It seems that the road of relying on gambling to make a fortune is not going to work......" Wang Yue frowned.

Guang Hanzhi was just the first helper invited by Ning Chuxin, since he couldn't get the scene back today, Ning Chuxin would inevitably bring in more rescuers in the future. At that time, there will be a game of gambling in every fight, and if you grasp the opportunity, you will naturally make a lot of money.

But today, Wang Yue defeated Guang Hanzhi devastatingly, and he has already shown a certain strength, and the outer disciples who opened the bank bet are not fools, and the odds of the later competition will definitely not be too high.

"It seems that if you want to earn spirit stones in the future, you can only do the reward tasks of the sect......"

Wang Yue shook his head slightly, and then strode away and walked towards the Qiancao Bang in the corner of the practice ground.

On the list of thousands of herbs, the rankings of Wang Yue and Guang Hanzhi have been reversed. Guang Han's ranking dropped to two hundred and twelve, and Wang Yue's ranking was promoted to one hundred and eighty.

Although according to the rules of the list, the ranking exchange between the disciples of the two adjacent rows requires two duels to be effective, but the battle between Wang Yue and Guang Hanzhi just now was completely devastated, and the latter was even beaten by Wang Yue and cried, and fled in the wilderness.

Anyone can see that Wang Yue's strength far surpasses that of Guang Hanzhi, so it is enough to determine the ranking of the two.

"Although the spirit stone is good, it is of no great use to me for the time being, so let's give it to the Zhang family sisters again!"

Wang Yue thought about it, left from the practice ground, walked straight to the house of the female disciple in the back mountain, called out the two sisters of the Zhang family, and handed over all the one hundred and twenty lower-grade spirit stones to Zhang Yishui.

Zhang Yishui hesitated slightly, twisted and refused to reach out to pick it up: "This, this is not very good......

Zhang Shuyi took the spirit stone generously again: "What's wrong with this, don't be in vain!"

Wang Yue grinned. Zhang Yishui is gentle like water, but Zhang Shuyi is just the opposite, explosive like fire, the two sisters really complement each other.

Zhang Shuyi glanced at Zhang Yishui, whose cheeks were crimson, as if she saw something, yawned, shook the spirit stone in her hand, and turned around and left cleanly: "I'll go back and rest, you two continue to talk!"

"It's really a big woman who doesn't stay, and it becomes ......sad to stay and stay," Zhang Shuyi said in her heart.

Zhang Yishui was already shy, but at this moment, he seemed to sense this sentence in his sister's heart, and he blushed and couldn't speak for a long time.

Wang Yue was very natural, as he had done in the previous months, sitting on his knees with Zhang Yishui under a willow tree, accompanied by the breeze and a crescent moon in the starry sky, telling about tonight's duel with Guang Hanzhi.

I have to say that Wang Yue's storytelling ability is really poor, dry, and not at all, but Zhang Yishui raised his chin and listened very seriously, and when he heard the thrill, he covered his mouth and almost lost his voice.

"By the way, is Guang Hanzhi's sissy so charming, how do I think he looks ugly?"

Wang Yue looked depressed, and he was always a little unhappy when he recalled the scene when Guang Hanzhi was fascinated by thousands of female disciples in the audience.

Zhang Yishui covered his mouth and snickered: "I think you are jealous of others, right?"

Wang Yue went crazy: "I'm jealous of that sissy holding petals? I'm not sick to that extent!"

Next, Wang Yue told Zhang Yishui some interesting things, and it was not until the second half of the night that he got up to leave.

Tonight's quadruple courtyard was exceptionally quiet, Hong Zhan went to Fengyue Tower to drink flower wine as usual, Ning Chuhan was still in the courtyard, waving the long sword in his hand and dancing, Xia Zhizhou didn't know what he was busy in the West House, so it was rare that he didn't come out to quarrel with Ning Chuhan.

However, when Wang Yue entered the courtyard and walked past Ning Chuhan, the latter suddenly stopped his figure, turned his head to look at Wang Yue, his eyes were bright, as bright as a star, and he wanted to speak several times and stopped, obviously holding back a lot of words in his heart, wanting to say to Wang Yue.

But in the end, Ning Chuhan still didn't speak, and turned around silently to continue practicing his sword, stubborn as a lone pine in the snow.

Wang Yue had long been accustomed to Ning Chuhan's arrogance and stubbornness, so when he saw this, he just shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the East House.

Inside the house, everything was as usual, Wang Yue carefully wiped the mother's spirit card, and then sat down on the bed and began to cultivate.

The night gradually deepened, and Xia Zhizhou of Westinghouse was the first to cover up the night pearl, wash and sleep.

It didn't take long for Hong Zhan, who was drinking flower wine, to come back, drunkenly humming a little song into the south house, and there was no movement.

In the end, even Ning Chuhan put away his tireless long sword and went back to the house to rest.

Wang Yue was still sitting still on the bed, looking at his nose and cultivating with his nose and heart.

Bite!

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly a slight footstep came from the wind, which woke Wang Yue up from his state of steady.

"Someone!"

The sound came from the roof of the Westinghouse where Xia Zhizhou lived, like the sound of a piece of bricks being trampled. If it weren't for the fact that it was late at night and it was quiet all around, Wang Yue would never have heard this sound.

Wang Yue didn't get up, he still stuck to his position, just tilted his head slightly, and listened attentively.

Unfortunately, there was only this sound on the roof of the Westinghouse, and then it was silent again, quiet as usual.

Squeak -

After a while, Wang Yue quietly got up, opened the window, and looked at the roof of the West Winghouse.

It was empty, except for the starry sky blown by the cold wind.

Wang Yue went to bed early, got up as soon as the sky was polished the next day, jumped to the roof of the Westinghouse, and carefully checked.

In an inconspicuous corner of the roof, a piece of white jade roof tile was trampled to pieces, and a few footprints were clearly left on the tiles next to it.

"It seems that the peaceful days of the Quadrequential Temple are coming to an end......"

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