But Liao Sheng in the private room panicked: "Boss, why is this Yin Zheng good at making claims?" ”

Shi Wanshan waved his hand slightly and asked, "How much silver is in the prize pool?" ”

Liao Sheng was immediately overjoyed: "There are already 100,000 taels!" ”

Shi Wanshan smiled indifferently: "Isn't that the end, with 100,000 silver, it doesn't matter if Yin Zheng wins or loses." If you really lose, after deducting the bonus of 15,000, as well as the bonus of the preliminary and final rounds and the winner of the gambler, all of them are not more than 10,000 taels this time, and we still have 85,000 yuan left. Besides, even if that kid wins, can he take away the prize money? ”

Liao Sheng breathed a long sigh of relief and put the heart hanging in his throat back into his stomach for the time being.

Shi Wanshan said, picked up the teacup directly, and drank tea with confidence.

When Wei Zimo heard that the bonus had been raised to 15,000 taels, and the 800 taels that he had won fifteen consecutive games in a row was negligible, he was secretly happy!

But he said in a reluctant tone: "That's it...... So...... I've got to make one more bet with you! ”

A duel of life and death, which he said lightly, was like running a family.

The audience suddenly screamed, and they all retreated ten feet away.

Those who know how to do it know that the worship of the Buddha hand of the Cold Moon Gate cannot be practiced without twenty years of cultivation. This Yin Zheng is in his thirties, and it is estimated that he has been practicing penance since he was a teenager, and his kung fu is even better.

Look at him tall, with big shoulders and a round waist, and his palms are like a puff fan. I'm afraid that with just one palm, the white-clothed boy like a bamboo pole will be ethereal and ethereal out of Qingzhou City.

Of course, the kung fu of the boy in white was also obvious to everyone just now, master to master, this is a duel in the world, it is really interesting.

For ten years, the Red Dragon Gang Qingzhou Hall would hold a duel match once or twice a month, and each time it would earn tens of thousands of taels of silver, which would ruin the families of many gamblers. Today, you suddenly appeared in the master duel between the Leng Yue Gate and the Fog Hidden Gate Liang Gate Sect, even if you lose some silver, it is worth it, after all, it has opened your eyes.

It is said that Leng Yuemen is also a household name in Qianzhou, and he has never participated in this kind of indiscriminate fist and foot competition.

And Wuyinmen, I vaguely heard rumors in the early years, belonging to a secret agency of the imperial court, responsible for collecting intelligence or something, and never asking about the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

The masters of the two major sects faced off in Qingzhou, which really gave the Red Dragon Gang a lot of face.

In order to avoid being injured by the palm power of the Lengyuemen Buddha's hand, the latter was affected by the mysterious "Fog Hidden Gong" of the boy in white, and everyone retreated on the spot.

"Kill him! Shoot him! Shoot him! ”

The gamblers cheered, most of them were cheering for Wei Zimo, although they seemed a little powerless, but they all hoped that a miracle would happen!

Gamblers only have money in their eyes, and it doesn't matter who they kill, they just want to be the lucky winner of this gamble.

Yin Zheng is indeed a master of Leng Yuemen, and he is indeed specialized in the gladiatorial arena.

As a last resort, Shi Wanshan would not easily use this great god.

But today is really evil, this kid in white has won fifteen games in a row, if he really becomes the winner, although he can't take away this huge bonus in the end, but now Shi Wanshan can't swallow this evil breath.

According to Yin Zheng's contract with the gladiatorial arena, he can get a dividend of one percent after each match. The prize pool for each competition is generally 350,000 taels of silver, deducting various expenses, Yin Zheng also has a profit of hundreds of taels of silver, and he has already been a rich man!

Unexpectedly, a boy in white who did not need to participate in the round and directly won fifteen consecutive games to enter the finals suddenly appeared today, and pushed the prize pool to the peak of 100,000 taels of silver for the first time in history.

If this kid in white wins the game and takes the lives of countless gamblers, the gladiatorial arena will have at least more than 80,000 taels of silver, and Yin Zheng will be able to share the bonus of more than 800 taels of silver.

It's been three years since he reaped the benefits of the fisherman, and it's time for Yin Zheng to contribute to the gladiatorial arena.

But in the eyes of many people, Wei Zimo fought against Yin Zheng, and there was only a dead end.

Those who bought Wei Zimo Win, carefully analyzed the situation, and suddenly had a sense of comfort for the rest of their lives. If you lose all your money, you still have a cheap life, but this boy in white can only walk out of the gladiatorial arena sideways.

Only Hua Qianai is still insisting on her New Year, the corners of her mouth are pulling, and a hint of sly smile slips through her mouth.

Wei Zimo's kung fu gamblers don't know if they blame them, although he doesn't use a sword now, he also has the qualifications to pretend to be a disciple of the Fog Hidden Sect. That body shape means, although it is dozens of miles behind the fog hidden skill, but one and a half moves are still decent.

Although the Fog Hidden Gate never provokes right and wrong on the rivers and lakes, there are also many warriors who have heard legends. Looking at Wei Zimo's body shape again, he is invisible, erratic, a pair of claws and a pair of feet, elusive, fascinating, hurting people invisibly, saying that it is the fog hidden door that reappears in the rivers and lakes, it can still fool many people.

The fifteen martial artists who fought with Wei Zimo were not necessarily all straw bales, and naturally there were some masters, but no one could take over the ten moves.

This Yin Zheng, although he worships the Buddha's hand, is powerful, but he, like the disciples of the Red Dragon Gang, relies on Qingzhou as his own territory, and he doesn't know the truth that there is heaven outside the sky, so he underestimates the enemy!

What about the strength of the powerful opponent Wan Jun, can he touch the side of the man in white?

Shi Wanshan, who was in the elegant seat on the second floor, pulled the corners of his mouth, and was also smiling mysteriously.

In this gamble, he has already laid out the game.

No matter whether Wei Zimo wins or loses, there is only one word in the end: death!

If you lose, you will die vigorously on the stage.

If you win, you may die in a corner of Qingzhou City.

After the Red Dragon Gang disciples were finished, there were 3,000 people in the Qianzhou rudder, and 800 in the Qingzhou Hall. Naturally, none of them are Wei Zimo's opponents, but with dark moves, such as poisoning hidden weapons or something, no winner in the past ten years has been able to retreat from Qingzhou City with a bonus!

……

Let's start fighting.

Yin Zheng's kung fu is indeed extraordinary, but he is too real, every move and every way is hard kung fu, and the palm force forced the spectators in the audience to retreat two feet in unison.

Wei Zimo is very self-aware, so he naturally doesn't force the extremely powerful Buddha worship. But the elusive kung fu of the Fog Hidden Gate is not covered, he does not overcome rigidity with softness, but overcomes reality with emptiness.

In fact, no one at the scene had seen the kung fu of the Fog Hidden Gate, and Wei Zimo didn't know that Hua Qianai was a person from the Fog Hidden Gate. The so-called Fog Hidden Gate and Fog Hidden Gong were just mentioned to Wei Zimo by Mr. Xiyue, and by the way, he guided Wei Zimo a few moves.

But just these few tricks, I also look at Hua Qianai stupidly. Who is that, how did he steal the Fog Hidden Skill? Could it be that the master still has an apprentice on the rivers and lakes?

When Yin Zheng slashed with a solid palm, Wei Zimo slid through like smoke, and sometimes the wind drifted under Yin Zheng's armpits, and even scratched Yin Zheng's squeaky socket, which made Yin Zheng cry and laugh; From time to time, ghosts jumped over Yin Zheng's head, teasing the tips of Yin Zheng's hair.

The gamblers were dazzled and frightened one by one.

One is worried that his money will be wasted at any time, and the other is that his eyes and heart are clenched by the wonderful duel on the stage.

Fifty rounds passed in a blink of an eye, Yin Zheng did not take advantage of the slightest, and his heart began to get anxious.

Shi Wanshan, who was in the private room on the second floor, began to look gloomy.

If Yin Zheng loses, according to the odds of the gladiatorial arena, 45,000 taels of silver will be lost. This is all a trivial matter, the key is that many people know that Yin is the one in the gladiatorial arena, if he loses to a so-called disciple of the Fog Hidden Sect, the face of the Red Dragon Gang will be a big deal.

Shi Wanshan couldn't help but stand up and stare at the ring by the railing, hoping that Yin Zheng would kill the boy in white with one palm.

At Shi Wanshan's stop, Yin Zheng felt the pressure of Mount Tai's top. The arms are palmed, the semicircle is enclosed, the palms are combined into one, the true qi is condensed in the palm, raised above the head, the body is vertical, and the strength of the whole body is instilled in the palm.

Wei Zimo was not impatient, unmoving, and unshaking.

Just when the other party was only five feet away from him, he was on tiptoe, and the whole person floated over Yin Zheng's head like goose feathers, standing firmly behind Yin Zheng.

Yin Zheng hurriedly retracted his body, and after standing still, his hair was scattered.

His face spasmed violently, his legs trembled slightly, and he suddenly fell to his knees in the ring. His lips trembled, and he muttered, "I lost!" ”

The opponent admits mercy and admits defeat, and the winning side cannot use force again.

Wei Zimo's fingers bloomed like orchids, and with a "clang", he threw an object in front of Yin Zheng.

It was Yin Zheng's hairpin.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this white-clothed man can take off Yin Zheng's hairpin calmly, and he will naturally be able to take off Yin Zheng's head smoothly.

The outcome has been decided, Wei Zimo lightly clenched his fists and thanked the roaring sea of people! Then he lifted the plate that was placed in a corner of the stage, and when he stepped off the stage, he put the eight hundred taels of silver into the old beggar's arms.

"I told you you don't have to be beggars anymore!"

Without looking at the old beggar's face that almost dropped his jaw in shock, he went straight to the backstage to get his fifteen thousand taels of silver!

Fifteen thousand taels of silver may have to be loaded in a carriage, and Wei Zimo naturally can't take it with him.

So I asked for a hundred taels of silver, and the rest of the money was for silver tickets!

Yin Zheng has already talked about the bonus on stage, Shi Wanshan also recognized it, and tens of thousands of spectators can be regarded as on-site witnesses. Liao Sheng, the housekeeper of the gladiatorial arena, couldn't repay the debt, so he had to cash in full.

Shi Wanshan had never suffered such a loss, so he got up hurriedly, and while going downstairs, he whispered to the two thugs beside him: "Go and follow that kid." ”

So seven or eight thugs rushed downstairs and ran towards Wei Zimo, who was about to go out.

As soon as Shi Wanshan walked to the top of the stairs, he met Liao Sheng, who was hurrying upstairs, with a look on his face like mourning

"Boss, something is wrong!"

Shi Wanshan barely stabilized his body, and reprimanded with a gloomy face: "What a fuss! Yin Zheng is not dead, and that kid can't get out of Qingzhou City! Fifteen thousand taels of silver, or your life......"

"Damn!"

Liao Sheng was about to cry, and said tremblingly: It's not Master Yin, it's not that kid, but there is a person ......"

Shi Wanshan was very impatient: "What kind of person? ”

Liao Sheng's voice trembled, and his body trembled: "There is a person who ...... He bought a hundred times the raise......"