"Who wants you to admit your mistakes? I'll let you bet on my Batian brother to win, hurry up, if it's too late, you will look good!"

The angry Yan Feiyan pinched her waist with both hands, and she directly threatened the person with a posture of wanting to eat people. Seeing that everyone was buying her overlord brother to lose, her little face was flushed with anger, and her anger was nowhere to vent, but the person hit the muzzle.

The man screamed miserably, almost forced to cry, "Miss, there are only those who force people to cultivate hard, and there are no people who force people to gamble...... It's not easy to earn some spirit stones in a small way, not to mention this low-grade spirit sword......"

Before the man finished speaking, Yan Feiyan's white little hand grabbed his wrist like lightning and asked viciously, "Do you bet or not?"

That person was timid by nature, and under Yan Feiyan's coercion, he finally gave in. Slowly put the lower grade spirit sword in his arms on the left hand side of the wooden table, "I'll buy ten lower grade spirit stones, and bet on Yan Ba Tiansheng!"

As soon as these words came out, the tears of grievance in the man's eyes finally couldn't bear it anymore and rolled down his cheeks. His hands clutched the hilt of his sword, unwilling to let go for a long time.

Seeing that person was bullied by herself, Yan Feiyan felt that she couldn't help it, and then said to Qi Leming: "I heard him say just now, this spirit sword is worth twenty lower-grade spirit stones, Brother Le Ming, you should bet on him as twenty lower-grade spirit stones, okay?"

"With Senior Sister Feiyan as a guarantor, of course there is no problem!"

Trying to resist the urge to laugh, Qi Leming's black face was swollen and red, and he replied seriously.

Hearing that Qi Leming agreed, Yan Feiyan ran away happily. When she walked away, a group of monks gathered around the wooden table, looking at the extremely aggrieved man, could no longer bear it, and burst into laughter.

"What's the use? Even if you give me two hundred low-grade spirit stones, when the gambling battle is over, it's not worthless? It's a pity that I spent countless efforts to build a low-grade spirit sword!"

Wiping away tears from his face, the man hung his head and wanted to walk away.

"Wait a minute, brother, I haven't asked for your honorific name yet. ”

Thinking of the result of this gambling stall, Qi Leming sighed, he couldn't be happy anymore, and then he remembered to register this person's name.

"Zhang Guiyun, a blood relative of the Yan family. ”

After reporting his name, Zhang Guiyun walked away dejectedly.

"Ten to ten! Who else is willing to bet?"

Qi Leming, who tried his best to pull popularity for Yan Batian, shouted loudly.

......

"Dad, give me some spirit stones! I also want to participate in the bet, they all bet on Cousin Yangtian to win, but I believe that Brother Batian will definitely win!"

Yan Feiyan, who was so angry that she pouted, ran directly to Yan Nanyuan's side and pulled his arm to make a fuss.

"Fei Yan, how can you be so sure that your Deceptive Brother will definitely win?"

A white-skinned middle-aged monk sitting next to Yan Nanyuan asked Yan Feiyan with a smile. This person is the third elder of the Yan family, Yan Yangtian's father, Yan Nanli. It is a ninth-level monk in the Qi cultivation period, and there is only one foot left in the advanced foundation building period.

"Brother Batian, you often accompany me to practice and play, how can you lose if you are so good?"

The innocent answer made the high-level Yan family members sitting around the round table wonder.

Yan Nanli smiled heartily, turned his head to Yan Nanyuan and said, "The two sons and daughters of the patriarch have such a deep relationship. Can't let Yan'er down. ”

"Since my Yan'er is so confident, I'll give you a few spirit stones and let you gamble too. Tell me how much?"

Yan Nanyuan chuckled and asked directly.

"Of course, the more the better, just now that person bought twenty lower grade spirit stones, betting that Brother Batian won, I also want twenty yuan. ”

Seeing her father agree, Yan Feiyan jumped up excitedly, stepped forward and hugged Yan Nanyuan's neck and kissed him fiercely on the face.

"This kid is really straightforward!"

Enjoying her daughter's sweet kiss and looking at her flawless face, Yan Batian smiled very brightly. But it was not a taste in my heart, "There are still four years, when you are sixteen years old, you will leave the Yan Mansion and be assigned to the Yan family's industry, now you can be happy every day!"

Yan Feiyan, who got the spirit stone, was like a happy white pure phoenix, her toes lightly touched the edge of the platform, and her graceful posture drew a seductive arc, jumping over everyone's heads lightly and landing next to the wooden table. His gaze swept over the pile of lower-grade spirit stones on the right, and the lone lower-grade spirit sword on the left.

"Twenty lower grade spirit stones, I bet on Brother Batian to win!"

Under the attention of everyone, Yan Feiyan's white little hand slapped down fiercely next to the lower grade spirit sword on the left side of the wooden table, and twenty lower grade spirit stones appeared on the left side of the wooden table.

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The monks who participated in the gambling stall returned to the ring happily, just waiting to see Yan Batian's defeat, and they could get a two-to-one benefit.

Only Zhang Guiyun, who was forced to bet on Yan Batiansheng with the inferior spirit sword as a bet, stood in the crowd with a sad face, and his dejected appearance was in stark contrast to the monks around him who were full of spring breeze.

"Yan Yang Tian! Yan Yang Tian!"

The cries that shook the entire Yan Mansion were endless, and almost all the monks under the ring shouted the name of Yan Yangtian to cheer him on.

Only a crisp child's voice like a lark was shouting hard, "Brother Batian, Brother Batian!", but unfortunately the voice was quickly annihilated by the wild cry of "Yan Yangtian".

At this moment, Yan Batian and Yan Yangtian were standing on one side of the ring.

Yan Yangtian saw that there were more and more people below, and the noise was abnormal, everyone called his name and cheered for him, and a touch of pride involuntarily appeared on his face.

"Today, I had a fighting competition with Yan Batian, and the loser not only gave two hundred lower-grade spirit stones, but also walked around when he saw the winner in the future. Everyone, please notarize it for us. ”

Yan Yangtian said loudly to the ring, he enjoyed the feeling of being in the limelight, and he was not stage frightened at all. It looked like he had already won the battle.

There was a cheer under the ring, Yan Yangtian has always had the reputation of a genius in Yan Mansion, and he has a group of supporters who have followed him very early. On the contrary, there are very few people who support Yan Batian, a prodigal child. In addition to Yan Feiyan, before today, even Qi Leming looked down on Yan Batian, a junior brother, in his heart.

And Yan Batian himself stood on the edge of the ring lightly. Dismissive of the one-sided support voices under the ring. The corners of his mouth still hooked up with that trademark sneer.

"Is that enough?" Yan Batian said indifferently.

Yan Yangtian smiled confidently: "Okay, cousin Batian, since you are in such a hurry, let's start!"

The two monks who had been prepared next to the groove of the ring for a long time, after hearing Yan Yangtian say the word "start", directly put the spirit stone in their hands into the groove.

The golden light around the ring was shining, and in a few flashes, a thin golden light shrouded the entire ring tightly.

The first battle of Yan Batian's life was launched in the ring in the Yan Mansion.