When Robert heard that there were gold coins to earn, his eyes lit up and he said, "Let's hear it!"

The old cat took a sip of wine and said, "Didn't you win more than 2,000 gold coins last time?" You can also gamble, the minimum bet is 1,000 gold coins, you can play twice!"

Robert took the gold card out of his storage bag and saw the number "two thousand and eighty-five" written on it.

Except for the last time he spent about 20 gold coins on the black market to buy tents and other supplies, he never had time to spend on demolition.

Robert looked at Jinka, and then looked out the window, only to see that in the iron cage, the two of them stood in the distance, and their momentum was extraordinary, and he couldn't help frowning, his face was cloudy for a while, sometimes he felt that Huo Shura would win, and sometimes he felt that the roaring Tianzun would win. For a while, my heart was in a mess, and it was really difficult to choose.

Seeing that he looked like he was suffering from gains and losses, the old cat smiled and said, "Boy, you don't have confidence in them, don't you have confidence in yourself?"

When Robert heard this, he suddenly came to his senses, blinked, and asked, "Can I buy myself?"

The old cat nodded, with a smile on his face, and said, "Don't you dare?"

Robert shrugged his shoulders, pretended to be indifferent, and said, "Why don't you dare, you help me bet, and I win half of your shares!" As he spoke, he took out the gold card from the storage bag and handed it to the old cat.

The old cat took the gold card, glanced at the numbers on it, smiled slightly, picked up the bell on the table, and shook it gently.

Robert hurriedly put the mask on.

A moment later, there was a knock at the door.

The old cat said, "Come in!"

A young servant opened the door, smiled professionally, walked to the table, saluted, and said, "Sir, what do you need?"

The old cat handed him the gold card and said, "I want to buy two thousand gold coins to win by myself!"

The servant took the gold card and confirmed: "No problem, but now your odds haven't come out yet, do you want to buy your own win?"

The old cat let out a "hmm", and there was impatience in his voice.

The servant did not hesitate any longer, took out a silver card from his arms, touched the gold card, and in an instant, a burst of magic flashed, and the number on the gold card instantly became "eighty-five".

The servant took out two silver chips from his bosom, handed them to the old cat, and said, "Sir, this is your chip, please give it to me or other servants when the game is over, and we will cash it out for you!

The old cat shook his head and waved his hand, "Thank you, no!"

The servant saluted, bowed his head and hurried away.

After the servant left, Robert took off his mask again and scolded: "Every time someone comes in, do I have to wear a mask? Hey~~, it's too troublesome!"

The old cat smiled and said, "If you don't want to die, just wear it!"

Robert took a chip from the old cat's hand, and looked closely, only to see that the chip was about the size of a gold coin, shining silver, I don't know what metal it was made of, with the words "basically incomvable" written on one side, and his own head wearing a rabbit mask on the other.

Robert played for a while, returned the chips to the old cat, and just wanted to ask about the game, when he suddenly heard the noise of life in the gladiatorial arena, and turned his head to look, in the iron cage, it was already the moment of the winner and loser.

I saw that the fire Shura was emitting a terrifying heat wave all over his body, and behind him gradually condensed into a phantom of a sea of fire, and in the sea of fire, the magma was tumbling, as if some giant beast was about to jump out.

Roaring Tianzun stood opposite him, his eyes closed, and the illusion of the Golden Armor Idol appeared behind him, but the image of this idol was very blurry, obviously lagging behind the sea of fire in speed.

Sure enough, I only heard a roar from Fire Shura: "Shura's hand!"

As soon as the words fell, in the sea of fire behind Huo Shura, a huge ghost hand phantom suddenly stretched out.

This ghost's siblings were one person high, his whole body was red, and he was burning with raging flames, and he grabbed the roaring Tianzun with the momentum of the heavens and the earth cracking.

Roaring Tianzun saw that he was not as fast as him in releasing a sleep, he secretly complained in his heart, stepped up his urging power, and wanted to move back to the disadvantage, but where was the time, he suddenly felt the coercion in his face, and couldn't help but gasp, knowing that the opponent had already released a sleep, he hurriedly stopped releasing a sleep, and jumped to the left with both feet on the ground, wanting to avoid the fatal grasp of the ghost hand.

As he stopped casting the spell, the Golden Armor Idol disappeared in an instant, and the ghost hand seemed to have eyes, and it also grabbed to the left, only to hear a scream of "ah", and had already grabbed the roaring Tianzun in mid-air.

Roaring Tianzun only felt as if he was firmly entrapped by a huge iron hoop, unable to move at all, screaming and begging for mercy.

Just between the lightning and flint, only a "boom" sound was heard, and the ghost hand suddenly burst open, turning into smoke and dust in the sky, completely enveloping the entire iron cage.

A moment later, the smoke and dust cleared, and in the iron cage, Huo Shura leaned against the fence, clasped his hands, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

And the Roaring Tianzun was lying on the ground, covered in blood, and after a few convulsions, he was completely exhausted.

When the spectators in the stands saw this bloody scene, they were like sharks smelling fishy, and their passion was instantly ignited, and bursts of cheers erupted.

"Look, I'm right! I said a long time ago that it is not good to roar at Tianzun, I won the game by luck last time!"

"I haven't seen Huo Shura lose, so it's right to tell you to buy him!"

"This damn stupid cow, I lost a thousand gold coins, die well, die well!"

......

Tom hurriedly ran over and opened the iron door, and Huo Shura walked out slowly, raising his hands in the air, signaling to the audience.

Charles nodded, smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand, and snapped his fingers.

Behind him, a man dressed as a butler bowed slightly, grabbed a handful of gold coins from his money bag, and threw them under the ring, seemingly a dozen or so.

Huo Shura turned over in the air, copied his hand, grabbed the gold coins in his hand without landing, and then landed lightly, waved his hand to Charles, expressed his gratitude, and after a while, seeing that there were no more gold coins thrown down, he turned around and walked towards the lounge.

The old cat leaned back in his chair, took a sip of wine, and asked, "Boy, what do you think of this game?"

Robert turned his head, shrugged his shoulders, and said lightly: "The two of them released sleep at the same time, and as a result, the strong man was not as fast as the opponent, and he was overturned!"

The old cat nodded, his eyes showed approval, and said: "The analysis is good, but the biggest problem is that the strong man chose to release sleep at the wrong time, you must know ......"

Robert interrupted him and said, "Ichijue is not omnipotent, it is just a relatively powerful skill, you must control the skill, and you can't be bound by the skill! You have said it ten thousand times!"

Hearing Robert's complaint, the old cat smiled, and just wanted to divert the topic, when he suddenly heard Tom shouting: "In the next game, there is basically no solution to the Soul Conjuring, basically no solution to the third-level thieves, one win and zero loss, and the Soul Conjuring is a fifth-level necromancer, thirteen wins and zero losses." ”

(Note: On the Illusion Continent, the necromancer is one of the mage's transfer classes, and the elementalist is an opposing school, after the transfer, he will be proficient in undead magic, but he can no longer learn elemental spells.) ）

After a pause, Tom continued: "The basic unsolved odds are ten to one, and the conjuring odds are one to one." Buy and leave, and after five minutes, stop betting!

Robert was slightly stunned when he heard Tom call out his name, and scolded: "I'm the sun, why is it my turn in the second game, hey~~, it's okay to finish the fight early, go back to sleep early!"

The old cat stared at him, with a look of concern in his eyes, and said, "Boy, no matter what, remember, keep your life!"

Robert gave him a blank look, and said angrily: "It's a great serious injury, how can it be so easy to die!" After speaking, he pushed open the wooden door and strode towards the iron cage.

Robert had just walked to the edge of the iron cage when he suddenly felt a burst of Mori Devil Cry coming, and he couldn't help but shudder, and turned his head to look, only to see a black-robed man slowly walking out of the lounge on the other side.

This man was shrouded in black robes, holding a bone staff more than half a meter long in his hand, but his face was not wearing a mask, his face was pale, without the slightest blood, although his face was handsome, but it always gave people a chilling feeling.

Seeing the conjuring soul leave the factory, the audience's enthusiasm was instantly ignited, and bursts of cheers erupted, mixed with the whistles of men and the screams of women.

"Look, I've seen the Spiritualist again, I haven't seen him compete in months!"

"Tom, I, Sun, how can you arrange a race between the Spiritualist and this damn bunny?

"Hey~~, it's a pity, it's another game without suspense!"

"Come here, buy me five thousand gold coins to conjure the soul to win!"

"It's too little! Just throw it all! I'll buy 3,000 gold coins!"

"Tell me to invest all, why did you buy three thousand?"

"It was this damn rabbit last week that caused me to lose more than 10,000 gold coins, and now I only have these 3,000 left!"

"Damn rabbit, you were lucky last time, see if you don't die this time!"

......

In the middle of the audience, Charles frowned, gently pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand, as if he had encountered a puzzled matter, and after a while, he turned his head and said to a dwarf next to him: "Rab, what do you think of this game?"

Rab was his dwarven personal bodyguard, he had drunk a lot of wine at this time, his face was very drunk, and when he heard Charles's question, he swept his drunken eyes towards the iron cage, and said lightly: "A game with a huge disparity in strength, that rabbit can't last more than five minutes, there's nothing to see, come, drink, drink!" After speaking, he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

Hearing Rab's analysis, Charles shook his head, disappreciated, and said: "I don't think it's that simple, I heard that this rabbit won a fourth-level werewolf a few days ago, so his true strength should have reached level four, you say, why did Blue Mill arrange such a seemingly disparity in strength?"