The betting point of the gambling game opened by the City Lord's Mansion of Purple Light City has undoubtedly become the most lively place in Purple Light City at the moment.

Almost all of the large shops in the five markets have betting outlets to receive bets from countless monks. There were millions of low-level cultivators in Purple Light City. For this unsuspenseful gamble, everyone is fighting bravely, although the odds of betting on the Xiong family's victory are only five to one, but they still make them rush.

In the Fang City, the largest family in Ziguang City, in front of an ordinary betting point, there are many people gathered here.

Although it is not as hot as the betting point in front of the Qujia Refinery Workshop, it is also crowded.

"I'll buy! I'll bet! I'll buy the Yan family and lose, twenty lower grade spirit stones!"

A monk jumped to his feet and yelled as he held the storage bag containing the spirit stones, so anxious that beads of sweat broke out on his head.

"I also buy the Yan family to lose, fifty lower grade spirit stones!"

Another monk shouted.

"I buy the Xiong family to win, a hundred lower grade spirit stones!"

A fat and sturdy monk shouted.

"Me ...... too"

Yan Batian, who was sitting in the restaurant opposite the betting point of this shop, put on makeup by the window, concealing his true face, put down his hand when he raised the wine glass, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Is our Yan family so unpopular?......

A burly man with the same makeup reached out and grabbed a guy who was running over in a hurry, and asked, "What's going on?"

"You let go of me! Lao Tzu hurried to bet! The winning rate of the Xiong family is five to one, fuck! If you hold Lao Tzu for a while, the price may rise again......"

The man struggled as he spoke, shouting.

The burly man let go in amazement, and the man ran over to raise his bet, never having time to see who had grabbed him.

"Alas!"

The burly man sighed lightly and immediately joined the stream of bettors. Among the many monks who bet, it was very inconspicuous.

Finally, it was the turn of the burly strong man, so he took out the storage bag from his arms, and said in a low voice: "Two hundred lower grade spirit stones, buy the Xiong family to win!"

Just as he was about to lie down and fill out the gambling slip, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Qi Leming! You dare to bet that your Yan family will lose?"

This shout suddenly quieted down the noisy scene around him.

Qi Leming is the eldest disciple of the patriarch of the Yan family, and his cultivation is already at the ninth level of the Qi cultivation period, and he can be regarded as the number one person in Purple Light City. He actually made up to buy his own family to lose, what does this mean?

Everyone looked at the strong man in front of the gambling table in surprise at the same time! In an instant, the strong man writhed and covered his face with his wide sleeve robe.

"No kidding, I'm not Qi Leming, no, no, Qi Leming is not me......"

Qi Leming's practice of wanting to cover up made everyone around him sure that this burly strong man like an iron tower who hid his head and showed his tail and did not dare to show his true face was Qi Leming.

Some people who do good deeds have even found that his divine sense has swept away him, and he is indeed a ninth-level cultivator in the Qi cultivation period. It is even more certain that this person must be Qi Leming.

This commotion, even the late Qi cultivation monk behind the gambling table was also extremely unexpected, the wolf hair and red pen in his hand fell to the ground silently, but smashed on his own feet, leaving red marks on his shoes, still unconscious, looking at Qi Leming who tried his best to hide it in disbelief.

"Who do you say you will win?

"Of course I ...... Of course, the Bear family wins!! This still needs to be asked? Is it true that the city lord stipulates that I can't participate in gambling when he opens a gambling game?"

Qi Le saw that he couldn't hide it, so he simply didn't hide it at all, and immediately put down the sleeve robe that covered his face, looking fierce and impatient, "Hurry! Hurry up...... What do you see? Have you ever seen me so bold and press two hundred lower-grade spirit stones? Hurry! Hurry! Don't you see that I'm in a hurry?"

The monks who lined up around to place bets all cast disdainful glances at Qi Leming. Putting on makeup to bet on the loss of his family is undoubtedly a sign of betrayal of the family, such a monk, no matter how high his cultivation is, will be laughed down upon.

The late-stage Qi cultivation monk behind the gambling table said in a daze: "But you are a member of the Yan family, and you should help the Yan family, don't you even think about your Yan family?"

"It's true that Lao Tzu is a member of the Yan family, but what does this have to do with Lao Tzu's gambling? Who stipulates that people from the Yan family can't bet on the Xiong family to win?"

Qi Leming's black face was so heavy that he could scrape off three catties of iron sand, and when he saw the storage bag in his hand, he showed a greedy look, and involuntarily twisted his fingers to make a gesture of counting spirit stones: "Spirit stones, hey spirit stones are good things......"

Seeing Qi Leming's brazen appearance, the late-stage Qi cultivation monk behind the gambling table gave him a blank look and pouted, "The gambling slip is in front of you, you won't fill it yourself!"

Qi Leming filled in the gambling slip happily, and after paying the spirit stone, he walked out with a dazzling smile, blowing the ink on it with his mouth as he walked, and after the ink dried, he put it into his arms with satisfaction......

"Qi Leming, you ungrateful traitor, villain! How can you do such an insulting thing for the Yan family? I don't share the sky with you...... I am inseparable from you, I ...... Me and you, I and you............ You're mad at me, ahhh......h

A monk in the early stage of Qi cultivation outside the arena was about to rush over as if he was dying, but he was stopped by a monk outside the early stage of Qi training and hugged him, and the monk who was hugged struggled desperately and even broke free of his bare arms, his hands were still scratching in the air, his feet were churning on the ground, and he was crying blood in his mouth and screaming incoherently.

"Zhang Guiyun, you don't fucking care about Lao Tzu's business, if you ...... Hmph!"

Qi Leming pointed to Zhang Guiyun, who was being held, swiped his finger on his neck, and threatened in a loud voice.

Qi Leming's cultivation is already at the ninth level of the Qi cultivation period, while Zhang Guiyun's cultivation is only the third layer of the Qi training period, Qi Leming wants to take his life, just move his fingers.

Zhang Guiyun finally shook off the person he was holding and rushed towards Qi Leming like an arrow off the string.

Seeing that this early stage Qi cultivation monk was going to find Qi Leming's trouble, the chaotic crowd felt that there was a good show to watch, and they all immediately got out of the way.

Zhang Guiyun, who rushed in front of Qi Leming, raised his fist and was about to smash it at Qi Leming, but he stopped in mid-air.

Fighting in Purple Light City, not only Zhang Guiyun himself will be punished by the City Lord's Mansion, but even the Yan family behind him will also be implicated.

His eyes were red with resentment, Zhang Guiyun gasped, slowly lowered his fist, glared at Qi Leming, planted himself in front of the gambling table, and took out all the things in the storage bag.

"Look at how many spirit stones these things are worth, I'll press them all and bet on our Yan family to win!"

Zhang Guiyun said extremely depravedly. The contents of the storage bag were all his possessions.

Seeing Zhang Guiyun cut in line, no one stopped him, and many people immediately nodded secretly. No wonder the Yan family has developed extremely rapidly over the years, and there are still many monks in the family who can gamble their entire worth for the honor of the family.

"I'm sorry, we only recognize spirit stones, not others! But for the sake of your loyalty to the Yan family, I will personally give you thirty low-grade spirit stones for these things of yours, if you agree, I will accept it!"

The late Qi cultivation cultivator behind the gambling table nodded to Zhang Guiyun appreciatively and friendly, and said Lang Lang.

"That's good! I'll press thirty lower grade spirit stones and bet on the Yan family to win!"

Zhang Guiyun flicked his sleeves and said categorically.