The one who came out of the room was, of course, Wei Changfeng.

But in Wei Yande's eyes, Wei Changfeng, who was walking towards him, was familiar and unfamiliar.

What is familiar is Wei Changfeng's appearance, eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, lips, and what is unfamiliar is Wei Changfeng's figure and temperament.

His height was obviously several inches taller than three days ago, and his body was even taller, although he was not the kind of strong and burly man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, he still felt full of power, as if he could burst out at any time.

Wei Changfeng's steps were steady, unhurried and powerful, and his body was filled with a confidence that could not be described in words, as if nothing could stop him.

This kind of self-confidence even infected Wei Yande, making this senior brother dumbfounded!

Wei Changfeng looks completely different!

"Hello Senior Brother, I've met the Elder!"

He nodded at Wei Yande with a smile, and then respectfully saluted Murong Bo who was lying on the rattan chair.

"Thank you for the support of the elders!"

In the past few days, although Wei Changfeng has been closed and has not come out of the consolidation realm, he has Haoran's true eyes and powers, and he knows the situation in the outside world clearly, so this thank you is sincere and sincere.

If it weren't for Murong Bo, how could Wei Changfeng be able to cultivate so peacefully?

Murong Bo's expression moved, he slowly stood up, and asked in a deep voice, "Wei Changfeng, have you broken through the realm?"

"Yes!"

Wei Changfeng replied calmly: "The disciple has comprehended the retreat, and he has broken through the bottleneck by luck. ”

"Fluke?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Murong Bo's lips and said, "It's not that simple, is it?"

Wei Changfeng smiled silently.

He knew a lot of his details, and he couldn't hide it from this god transformation master. But there's no need to say it explicitly.

Murong Bo didn't ask. He stared deeply at Wei Changfeng. said: "The young man is terrifying, the old man went back first, you are so self-conscious!"

The elder said to leave, and as soon as his voice fell, his body flickered, and he disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At this time, Wei Yande came to his senses and wondered, "Senior Brother Wei, who are you?"

"It's just a breakthrough"

Wei Changfeng grinned, diverted the topic and asked, "Senior brother." What's going on out there now?"

Wei Yande knew what he was asking, and said with a wry smile: "Anyway, it's very messy, I heard that in the Golden Hook Gambling House in the city, the handicap for betting on you to break through the battle has been opened to millions of taels of silver!"

"Oh!"

Wei Changfeng raised his eyebrows, revealing an interested look: "That's really interesting."

.........

Yunhai City, Golden Hook Gambling House.

This city located in the southwestern border of Daqin, since hundreds of years ago with the establishment of Yunhai Mountain, after continuous expansion and construction, not only has a population of hundreds of thousands, but also prosperous commercial trade. The city is full of all kinds of industries, and it is not much different from other big cities in the Eternal Continent.

The Golden Hook Gambling House is a famous gambling house in Yunhai City. Many city residents, including sect disciples, like to come here to gamble a hand or two to try their luck in their spare time, and taste the tea and snacks provided by the gambling house for free.

It's just dark, and it's the best time for the restaurant business, but the Golden Hook Gambling House is already full of gamblers.

The gambling hall that can accommodate thousands of people is crowded, especially around the large gambling table in the middle, a large number of gamblers have gathered, and silver taels, silver tickets and even spiritual beads are thrown down like raindrops, making several dealers sweat profusely.

"No. 52 of the first word, bet on the first formation, bet on two hundred taels of silver!"

"C word No. 97, bet on the second formation, bet on fifty taels of silver!"

"The fifth number of the first word, bet on the fourth formation, bet on thirty spirit beads!"

All gamblers who place bets have a number plate in their hand, which represents their status as a regular customer of the casino, and is also a proof of wagering for the kind of game that is not open.

The rules of the gambling house are to recognize the cards but not the people, and to pay the bets with the cards.

"T-shaped No. 87, bet on all wins, bet on three hundred taels of silver!"

When the dealer sang out the new bet again, the noisy lobby suddenly became quiet.

But just a moment later, countless gamblers burst into laughter!

"Hahaha, someone actually won all!"

"Isn't this giving money to the dealer for nothing? Three hundred taels of silver is considered to be lost in the water!"

"One to twenty, maybe someone won the bet?"

"Joke, this can be bet on, then he is the god of gambling, my grandson kowtows to him and worships him as a teacher!"

"Add me one"

All kinds of ridicule and ridicule overwhelmed the gambler holding the T-number 87 card in his hand, and the strange eyes from the surroundings made him even more embarrassed, as if he had done something unsightly in public.

This gamble in the Golden Hook Gambling House is betting on the move of Wei Changfeng, a disciple of Yunhai Mountain Qingying Peak, to test Ling Yunfeng Peak tomorrow, and the handicap was opened three days ago, but there are still gamblers coming tonight.

Among them, the bets that Wei Changfeng lost in the first and second formations accounted for eight or nine out of ten, and the odds were relatively the lowest, and the highest odds were Wei Changfeng's defeat of all seven opponents in seven consecutive levels.

It's not that no one bets, but it's basically a nonsense nature, and you can just play with it.

So the gambler paid three hundred taels of silver, and naturally he was regarded as a fool.

If you want to be small and big, there is no such betting!

This gambler is obviously not an old fritter in the casino, and he was so ridiculed that he couldn't hold his face, and he reached out to take out the silver ticket on the table.

The dealer quickly grabbed it and said with a smile: "Guest officer, you will not return it if you leave your hand!"

The gambler's face suddenly turned red, and laughter rang out around him.

"If you want to get it back, give me this bet"

At this time, a voice came from the crowd: "I'll add up to 100,000 taels, bet on all wins!"

The sound was not very loud, but in the noisy environment of the gambling hall lobby, it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

The audience was silent.

100,000 taels, bet all to win!

100,000 taels is the maximum limit bet for this gamble, but except for a handful of high rollers, no one would bet such a huge amount, which sounds a bit unbelievable.

But now they heard it clearly, but they couldn't believe it.

Forget about 100,000 taels, big highrollers are not uncommon in casinos, but is it crazy or stupid to put 100,000 taels on a handicap that is destined to be impossible to win?

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look in the direction where the voice came from, to see which big man or big fool it was.

The next moment, the crowd parted like a tidal wave, making way for it.

I saw a young man in white come over unhurriedly and stand in front of the gambling table!

(To be continued......)