On the contrary, a few people from the Sword Sect made a lot of money.

Zhao Zhiying couldn't help but suspect that they were manipulating the gambling game behind their backs. Otherwise, how can you win seven out of ten bets?

Now that Lu Xiaoying and the disciples of the Autumn Lotus Sword Sect have just started fighting, they can still bet.

Zhao Zhiying planned to suppress the disciples of the Autumn Lotus Sword Sect to win, so he asked Fu Zhu by the way.

"Miss Fuzhu, there is a winning and losing gamble in Zhaoying Mountain, I can help you press a little."

The spirit stones that the third senior brother helped her press were all pressed by herself, and she made a steady profit without losing money. For other games, there are no bets.

Fu Zhu took out two thousand spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them to Zhao Zhiying, "Help me fully suppress Lu Xiaoying." ”

Lu Xiaoying learned the sword late, and against the disciples of the Autumn Lotus Sword Sect, the odds of victory were not great, and most people would press her opposite.

Originally, the odds of pressing Lu Xiaoying were very high, but who made Lu Xiaoying have a lot of supporters, and she forced the odds to be lowered, she pressed less, and she couldn't earn a few spirit stones, so the rune beads took out two thousand at once.

There were only five hundred spirit stones left on his body, and Zhao Zhiying, who was careful about his calculations, was shocked by the girl's wealth.

He reminded, "Miss Fu Zhu, do you really want to crush Lu Xiaoying all?" You have to put a lot of pressure on it, in case you lose ......"

Fu Zhu took a firm stance, "Just press Lu Xiaoying." ”

Sanqing took out a small bag and handed it to Zhao Zhiying, "I'm the same as Fu Zhu." ”

Zhao Zhiying: "......" She is so familiar.

After accepting the two heavy bags, Zhao Zhiying went to bet.

Miss Fu Zhu's two thousand spirit stones all pressed Lu Xiaoying, and that self-familiar little girl, one thousand spirit stones also pressed Lu Xiaoying.

Zhao Zhiying weighed the last five hundred spirit stones, and struggled for a long time, three hundred spirit stones pressed the disciples of the Autumn Lotus Sword Sect, and two hundred spirit stones pressed Lu Xiaoying.

He glanced at it before leaving, and the odds on Lu Xiaoying's side were still higher.

"All bets?" Fu Zhu asked casually, "Who are you pressing?" ”

Zhao Zhiying truthfully said his bet, Fu Zhu didn't hold back, and the corners of his lips pulled slightly.

When it comes to betting, it depends on their pillows.

Sanqing looked at this guy with clear eyes and a bad brain with an idiotic expression, and sighed.

Zhao Zhiying was inexplicable, "What's wrong with her?" ”

Fu Zhu shook her head, "It's fine." ”

Probably Sanqing thinks he's stupid.

There was a burst of sighs and exclamations from the viewing platform, and Lu Xiaoying, who was originally slightly downwind, seemed to have found the other party's flaw, and the long sword was like a broken bamboo.

That disciple of the Autumn Lotus Sword Sect was forced to retreat, and soon came to the edge of the ring.

"Defeated."

"How can you fight this, Lu Xiaoying won't give him a chance to fight back at all."

"I also pressed him two spirit stones!"

"Hehe, I'm pressing Lu Xiaoying!"

Zhao Zhiying turned her head in a daze, the girl's expression was indifferent, and she was not surprised at all.

Sanqing opened his mouth and spit out two words silently, fool.

Fu Zhu said that Lu Xiaoying was pressed, but he didn't believe it, he deserved to lose the spirit stone.

Zhao Zhiying vaguely understood why the little girl sighed just now.

The girl said seriously: "It's okay, when you play, just press yourself more." ”

With Zhao Zhiying's strength, he basically wins and does not lose, pressure himself a little more, the odds are low, but the base is large!

Zhao Zhiying grinned the corners of her mouth and did not speak.

Where does he still have spirit stones to pressure himself, and he does not participate in this immortal gate competition.

Zhao Zhiying: "Miss Fuzhu, I didn't participate in this Xianmen Competition. ”

The girl tilted her head and let out an "oh", her eyebrows and eyes curled like the moon, "Then you remember to press a person named Li Wufang." ”

Zhao Zhiying had never heard of this name, but Miss Fu Zhu specially mentioned it, it should be extraordinary, so she secretly remembered it in her heart.

In the later games, Fu Zhu didn't watch it again.

Sanqing was addicted to gambling on the spirit stone and was reluctant to leave, so Fu Zhu asked Zhao Zhiying to help watch the dot and take the day to Zhaoying Mountain for a turn.

Wusheng also tended to follow.

It was snowing, and the mountain road was not easy to walk, so Fu Zhu turned around and stretched out his hand.

Wu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and put his hand on it.

It's like when you're still training down the mountain.

The scenery of Mt. Terukage is very different from Mt. Pillow.

The thirteen peaks of Pillow Mountain have their own merits, but without exception, they reveal the fierceness of the sword qi. The peaks of Zhaoying Mountain are graceful, like graceful beauties.

There are many water currents in the mountains, reflecting the shadow of the beautiful mountains, because it is winter, the shallow water is frozen, a thin piece of fracture is across the water surface, the water flow impacts, such as the stone hitting the jade, the Ling Ling is beautiful.

The fine snow was on the top of the head, and soon turned into a traceless water and disappeared.

The girl flipped her wrist and opened a blue umbrella.

The wind and snow have staggered pedestrians.

Fu Zhu lowered his eyes and looked at the taciturn Wusheng, and couldn't hold back, "It doesn't seem to have grown." ”

It stands to reason that a child of this age is right to jump fast, but since she first saw Wu Sheng, he seems to have always been like this.

Fu Zhu himself has nodded in the past few years.

Sanqing followed her and never grew up, but that's because she has a different bloodline.

Wu Sheng pursed his lips, "The president." ”

Riji whispered, "Fu Zhu, don't look at Wu Sheng's appearance and don't care about anything, in fact, he cares about this." ”

"I've heard it all, he secretly asked the senior brother why he hasn't grown taller yet, and the senior brother said that it is because he has two bloodlines in his body, which used to be according to the bloodlines of the human race, but not later."

Under the influence of Sanqing, Riji also changed his name to Senior Brother Yu Lanze.

Wu Sheng raised his eyes and glanced at Riji, he was not deaf and could hear what was said.

It's just that I didn't expect that Hiji overheard this.

It is clear that the life span of the demon race is long, and the growth is slow.

Although the senior brother is already washing the demon veins for Wu Sheng, the demon bloodline is still affecting him.

Continue your hike up the mountain.

The cold wind was getting stronger and stronger, and if it wasn't for the clothes that were clinging to the talisman beads, they would have been blown away by the wind.

Wusheng has now built a foundation realm, can protect himself with spiritual power, and his body is stable.

Fu Zhu cast a small spell to fix the wind, and the sun and the wind in his ears were much smaller. She let go of her hand, sat on the girl's shoulder, straightened her skirt, and her golden pupils reflected the plain white snow-capped mountains.

"It's beautiful."

"Before, Yosu said that the winter scenery of Zhaoying Mountain is very beautiful, I can't even imagine pinching!"

Josso also said that in the summer, the stars are full of stars at night, and the distance is close to the touch, but in fact it is far, far away.

Snow-capped, with inky green hills hidden underneath.

Looking into the distance from the top of the mountain, there is a bright color spread out like a scroll, red, yellow, purple and white, like a pile of clouds.

It's a large piece of Merlin.

Proud snow and frost, sparse shadows and horizontal slopes, sword qi flying.

Someone practiced swords there.

Fu Zhu stood on the top of the mountain and watched, and could only vaguely see a small dot.

The man's swordsmanship was not bad, and Fu Zhu looked at it for a while.

Wusheng asked, "Don't you want to see it more clearly?" ”

Fu Zhu stared at him, and Wu Sheng turned his face away uncomfortably.

What does she see herself doing?

Could he be wrong, she has always liked swordsmanship.