Everyone looked at the ruthless Yang Zijiang and sighed! Predictably, he won't end well.

When Luo Fan saw Yang Zijiang's appearance, the corner of his mouth sneered: "Ambitious!" So let's get started. These ten rounds are all up to you. You choose the game. ”

Yang Zijiang glared: "The first sentence, of course, is betting on dice." Three dice for one person, let's compare the size! ”

Ji Cheng looked regretful, and said in his heart Yang Zijiang is not stupid, Luo Fan is obviously a master of gambling! You bet on dice with a martial arts master, is this because you have too many fingers? Knowing that Yang Zijiang was already confused and faint, Ji Cheng couldn't persuade him. The gambler who is on the table can't pull away ten horses.

Luo Fan looked at Jin Wu and said, "Then I have to worry about the arrangement of the gold shopkeeper." And, be fair to us. ”

Jin Wu nodded: "Willing to serve!" ”

Jin Wuyi waved his hand, and his subordinates brought an empty table and took two sieve cups and put them on the table. Luo Fan and Yang Zijiang stepped forward separately.

Yang Zijiang stood in front of the table, and suddenly came to his senses, with an imposing posture. Put the three dice in the sieve cup, hold them up with both hands, grit your teeth, and shake your face with all the fierceness! There is a posture of separating life and death from mortals.

Luo Fan waved lightly with one hand, and the sieve cup flew up in his palm. Shake it and the three dice spin in the sieve cup! The dice swirled in the sieve, and no sound came out! It's like it's empty!

Everyone was puzzled, could it be that the sieve cup in Luofan's hand was empty?

Jin Wu's eyes widened, and he was surprised in his heart: "It seems that it is the secret technique of Futu Mountain that never goes out, the dragon claw and the void energy!" This kind of ability can't be practiced in 50 years. It seems that Luofan's gambling skills have long been superb, even ten times stronger than me. No wonder he said that I didn't lose unjustly, Yang Zijiang will be unlucky today! ”

Jin Wu has already determined that Luo Fan will win, while the others are still anxiously waiting for the result!

The two of them fell into the screen at the same time, and everyone hurriedly stretched out their heads to look!

Jin Wu, as a notary, stood in the middle and shouted: "Open the sieve!" ”

The two of them opened the sieve cup at the same time, but saw that Yang Zijiang only had three points in his hand, and Luo Fan had three six points!

Jin Wu shook his head and announced loudly: "Yang Zijiang is three o'clock, and Luofan is eighteen o'clock!" Win the day! ”

The extreme gap is amazing! Yang Zijiang's face turned pale and took a step back. Not only did he lose, but he lost to the bottom! I didn't react, I just felt a cold finger! The index finger has already flown up, bringing up a bloody arc!

Everyone immediately exclaimed, they couldn't imagine that Luo Fan was really so ruthless!

With one finger missing, Yang Zijiang hugged his arm and screamed! Xie Xu's face was pale, and he stood motionless. And Yang Rongrong hugged her brother and cried heartbreakingly! Ji Cheng and Xue Yang looked helpless, they wanted to help, but Yang Zijiang really couldn't support the wall!

Luo Fan put away the steel knife and looked at Yang Zijiang, and shouted: "In the second game, the rules are the same!" If you win, I don't want your money! If you lose, you will chop off a finger. Or you make a bet! ”

Yang Zijiang hugged his hands, his forehead was full of sweat, and he gritted his teeth in pain! At this moment, he can't wait to bite off a piece of meat! glanced at the gambling equipment brought by Jin Wu, and said angrily word by word: "I'll bet with you - throwing pots!" ”

Jin Wu's subordinates immediately removed the tables and chairs in the room, took out two golden copper bottles, and placed them far away. Xue Yang briefly bandaged Yang Zijiang's wounds. Yang Zijiang was impatient to go on the field again!

At this time, Yang Zijiang had two fingers missing in his right hand, and he could only hold the arrow in his left hand, standing two feet away, and he was also quickly soaking wet!

Several of Jin Wu's subordinates shook their heads again and again. The leader of the guards, a big man in black clothes, straddled the knife, approached Jin Wu and asked in a low voice, "Shopkeeper!" Yang Zijiang, this kid is dizzy. The other party is obviously a master, he has one hand injured, how dare he still compare the pitcher? Isn't this looking for death? ”

Jin Wu smiled and pointed: "You don't know, this Yang Zijiang is also a crooked talent." The root bone is peculiar, and the technique is extremely stable. It is also a little famous all the way in the pitcher. And the kind of arrow he chose is called a three-tailed arrow, the weight of the three tails is different, there is no stability, and it is extremely difficult to throw! And the more martial arts masters you are, the more you will deviate! ”

"Oh! No wonder! This kid has a lot of flowers. Everyone on the side nodded, which can be regarded as gaining knowledge.

Everyone waited with bated breath and watched the pot throwing scene.

Yang Zijiang stood in the middle of the field, holding a three-tailed arrow, with a serious expression, and he no longer looked like a gentleman. Seeing that he was concentrating, his fingers were lightly twisting the shaft of the arrow, and his arm was lightly picked up! I saw that the first three-tailed arrow drew an arc and fell steadily into the porcelain vase!

"Good!"

The onlookers also applauded when they saw such a wonderful and precise technique.

In this way, Yang Zijiang is also proud. And later, he threw more and more accurately, faster and faster, attracting the surrounding crowd to shout again and again! While discussing: "This kid, he really has a set of pitchers!" Now the injury on his hand is not in vain. As long as you win this game, you don't have to pay back the 40,000 taels of silver. ”

In the blink of an eye, Yang Zijiang had thrown nine of his ten arrows, and none of them missed. At this time, the corners of his mouth also showed a smug smile. Turning his head, he glanced at Luo Fan, and said proudly: "Boy! Even if you win a few games against me! But for these tens of thousands of taels of silver, you are at a loss. ”

That's it! Yang Zijiang's internal strength was relaxed, the strength in his hand was one point worse, and an arrow fell outside the pot. The crowd sighed. But nine out of ten, this is also a top master. It should be considered nine times out of ten!

Seeing that, Yang Zijiang threw nine arrows, and Luo Fan sat on the side drinking alone, not caring at all.

Yang Zijiang hugged his injured hand, walked over and looked at Luo Fan proudly: "It's your turn." I don't believe that there are still people in Qicheng who can beat me by throwing pots. Hum! If you want silver, let's go to the next life! ”

Luo Fan's face was as pale as water, holding a wine jug, and standing up with his back in a chic manner, as if he couldn't see Yang Zijiang!

His body swayed, as if he was drunk, and he held the flask in one hand and grabbed ten arrows at the same time in the other. With his back on his back, his eyes did not look at the copper bottle in the distance. More than two feet away, while drinking wine, he threw it away. It looked as casual as standing on the street and throwing a bamboo skewer after eating a barbecue.

Listen to the crisp sound of "bells", and ten arrows fall steadily into the porcelain bottle!

Wow! Wow!! The scene was in an uproar! Everyone was stunned and couldn't help but let out an exclamation of amazement!

Jin Wu's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that someone could throw such a strange move. Yang Zijiang was even more stunned, completely scared and stupid! Where is this a level of opponents, clearly eagles playing chickens, playing and playing!

Luo Fan took a big sip of wine, yawned and said, "I'm gambling on this way, I'm afraid that no one in Qicheng is my opponent." With your little ability, another 800 years of practice will not be enough for me to see. ”

Yang Zijiang saw Luo Fan staring at him, turned around and ran. It's a pity that he ran past Luofan, but when he saw a flash of silver light, another finger fell to the ground! In this way, Yang Zijiang only has two fingers left in his right palm!

"Ahh My hand! My hand! ”

Yang Zijiang hugged his hands, and tears spread down his cheeks again. There was finally a sense of despair and regret in his heart, why did he compare dice and pitchers with this plague god. You might be able to win better than the rest of yourself!

Yang Rongrong cried into tears, hugged Yang Zijiang distressedly, and cried: "Don't gamble!" Brother, don't gamble! I'll help you pay back the money! Stop betting. You can't bet on him! He's the devil! ”

"Nope! No! I! I'm going to bet on it! I'm going to bet on him! I'm going to bet on him! I don't believe he's God! Yang Zijiang looked at his severed hand, got up from the ground with red eyes, looked at Luo Fan and said angrily.

Luo Fan said lightly: "In the third game, what do you want to bet on?" ”

"I'll play Go with you! I'll admit you're very skilled, but your mind can't be smarter than mine. You from the countryside, can you still beat me in Go! I'm going to play chess with you! ”

Yang Zijiang angrily pushed Yang Rongrong away, smashed his fist on the table, blood overflowed, and his red eyes looked at Luo Fan, as if he had gone crazy.

Luo Fan said lightly: "Let's start." ”

Soon the game opened.

The two of them played against each other. Luo Fan drank while casually falling at will. On the other hand, Yang Zijiang was careful step by step and did not dare to be careless. In this way, with only fifty hands, Yang Zijiang was wet like rain, his lips were pale, his eyes were illusory, and he began to tremble uncontrollably!

Xue Yang looked at the chessboard, hid his face and sighed! Although I was disgusted in my heart, I had to admit that this Luo Fan was really a rare genius in the world! Yang Zijiang was born in a wealthy family, and he learned chess from a famous teacher since he was a child, and his chess skills have few opponents in Qicheng. It's a pity that he is vulnerable in the face of Luofan.

Yang Zijiang's eyes were dilated, the hand holding the chess piece began to tremble, and his lips began to tremble with fear. And behind the fall, the sword has been drawn! The steel knife sharpened through the scabbard and made a terrible rustling sound, which seemed to keep cutting Yang Zijiang's pounding heart.