Since then, the dust has settled on the lucky lottery, and some people on the scene sighed and some people were happy.

Since he stepped on the stage, Qingluan has been nervous, especially in the face of the applause and shouts of tens of thousands of people, he didn't dare to look up.

So much so that what the host finally said, Qingluan didn't know, and after Wang Buer's lottery ended, she stupidly ran to the screen and reached out to press the start button.

But the screen has not responded, Qingluan thought that she had taken it lightly, and then slapped it a few more times, but there was still no response, she was suddenly anxious, for fear of embarrassment.

Funeral Night hurriedly ran over, patted her on the shoulder and asked, "Xiaoqing, what are you doing?"

"Little Master, isn't it my turn to draw numbers?

"Hahaha! This girl is so cute!"

"It's so nervous, it's funny!"

“......”

The audience laughed, and they were all amused by Qingluan.

Kuaizui stood aside, holding his stomach and forbearance, and he felt that he was about to suffocate his internal injuries.

The toad slapped his forehead vigorously, feeling bad about seeing people.

"Xiaoqing, you are the last, you don't need to draw numbers, the lucky number is already yours!" Funeral Night told her in surprise.

"Am I lucky?" Qingluan covered his face, still a little incredulous.

"Didn't the system prompt you?" asked Funeral Night again.

Qingluan reacted, he was only nervous before, and he didn't even pay attention to the system prompts, so he quickly flipped through it, and immediately laughed happily.

"Little Master, I really won the lucky number, and the goddess of luck is favored by me!"

Qingluan danced, happy like a little rabbit, bouncing and jumping, and the crisp and clean sound spread throughout the audience, which was very comfortable to listen to.

Happiness is actually very simple, an accident can make people happy for a while.

And Qingluan's innocent outpouring gradually resonated with everyone, which is inexplicable, anyway, I feel comfortable.

Therefore, the audience soon burst into thunderous applause, most of which were sincere blessings.

"Little sister-in-law, congratulations, you are luckier than me!" Wang Buer walked up to her and smiled sincerely.

Qingluan was flattered and hurriedly bowed and thanked him, which was also from the heart.

Because Wang Buer is deeply admired by heroes from all walks of life in the Chengnan martial arts, he is recognized as the first in the Chengnan martial arts, he is helpful and has a decent style, and the funeral night are two completely opposite extremes.

Qingluan usually listens a lot, so he also respects Wang Fuji.

"Brother Burial, congratulations on accepting such a good apprentice!" Wang Buji shifted his gaze to Funeral Night and said, "I hope we can have a good competition on this stage, because you are indeed a rare opponent." Speaking of which, I have to thank you, since the last defeat, I have been pondering your martial arts, and finally understand where my weakness is, not defense, but speed!"

"I was also opportunistic last time, otherwise how could I win you!"

"As you said before, not everyone can be opportunistic, and it is also cultivation, which I fully recognize!"

"It's rare for Second Brother Wang to be such an understanding person, even if I lose in your hands on this stage today, I will be convinced on the night of my funeral!"

"Me too!" the two clenched their fists at the same time, respecting each other.

This picture fell in the eyes of the audience and caused a lot of sensation, but people have their own thoughts, and their judgments on problems are also different.

A small number of people think that Wang Fuji and the heroes of the funeral night cherish the heroes, although the means of the funeral night are worthy of the word hero, but the achievements he has achieved are genuine.

And most people think that Wang Buer and the funeral night are declaring war on each other, starting the battle between good and evil in the martial arts in the south of the city in advance.

Wang Buer represents the decency of the rivers and lakes, while the funeral night represents the evil faction of the rivers and lakes, which are completely different opposites in two directions, which is full of highlights.

With the quick mouth order, the top 32 competition officially began, four games a day, starting from the last serial number.

The battle was fierce from the beginning, and the masters of all sides showed their abilities and shined on the competitive stage.

Some people have excellent swordsmanship, one sword and three flowers, which is dazzling and overwhelming.

Some people are like gods, splitting Huashan with force, which makes people frightened and dare not look directly.

Some people are like ghosts, unexpected, making people cautious and never negligent.

Under the wonderful duels, batches of masters such as Yang Zitao and Ren My Lang emerged, and the applause was issued by 10,000 hands, thundering inside and outside the arena, stunning the time and the arena.

Messy, Yipinhui, SAARC and other consortium organizations are in full swing to open gambling competitions, and every inventory is surrounded by gamblers inside and out.

They have a professional team to conduct data analysis and odds pricing, and the handicap of many popular candidates is rigidly controlled within a certain range, and their own internal should be purchased in advance, and the share of outflow is actually very limited.

Take messy as an example, judging from his previous performance, he is definitely the biggest favorite in the south of the city, with odds of 1:1, a limit of 10,000 points, and a bet of 1 million. Among them, the 600,000 share of funds has been won by the messy family in advance, leaving only 400,000 yuan in circulation, and the gambling is also an accident.

The same is true for other handicaps, in short, judging from the current betting situation, if nothing else, the first place for rookies in the south of the city must be messy.

In addition, the same is true of popular players such as Wang Buer, Demon Moon, and Du Yitian, and all kinds of insider blackhands are unfolding one after another.

The reputation of the funeral night in the handicap is quite unexpected, it can be said that it is very unpopular, the odds are the best, and they are not favored.

Although since his debut, he has been leading the martial arts turmoil in the south of the city, and he has put several major organizations quite out of temper.

But everyone thinks that his achievements basically rely on side-of-the-road pill methods, and before they are made public, everyone will suffer if they are not prepared for it.

Once this method is blocked by the rules of the arena, then even if it was once a dragon, then even if it was once a dragon, it will now have to take refuge in the law.

Based on this judgment, the bet on the funeral night is not limited on the three major markets, which is very straightforward.

"It seems that everyone has no confidence in the boss!" The invincible Xiaoqiang hesitated in front of the handicap, not knowing who to bet on.

"Thirty thousand taels, I bet on the little master to win!"

"Qingluan, don't be impulsive!" the toad hurriedly dissuaded, "Outside the arena, those so-called masters must be spicy chickens in front of the little master." But on the field, the little master may not be able to do it, I think you still bet on the mess!"

"Brother, this is my money, how I want to use it is my business, I just can't get used to seeing everyone look bad little master!"

"Senior sister, I support you, and I also bet on the little master to win!" Yi Lai and Qingluan's thoughts are basically the same, and they both have a kind of blind trust in the funeral night. Under this madness, even toads can't stop it.

Qingluan bet 30,000 taels, and Yilai bet 20,000 taels.

The invincible Xiaoqiang couldn't pull down, and he also dropped five thousand taels. Wu Ziyan has a lot of money, and as soon as she came up, she directly bet 100,000 taels, shocking everyone around.

"Mom, no matter how you say it, it's a brother, I don't believe who he believes!" Qin Jiangongzi gritted his teeth and also ordered 10,000 taels.

(End of chapter)