Originally, the emperor who didn't like to get together with many people, felt troublesome and wanted to leave here, but he was forced into the middle by the monks who were pushing behind him, and the monks who came up behind him gradually increased. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Emperor Tingfeng was also pushed into the fighting arena, because the audience of the fighting arena restricted his flight, Emperor Tingfeng was blocked by many people and couldn't get out, so he could only calmly drill to the side and watch.

I saw that on the challenge platform in the center of the fighting arena, there were two rough men, one holding a machete several meters long, and the other holding a long sword of Sen Han.

"Hey, do you bet on the man with the sword to win, or the man with the sword to win. ”

"Of course it's the one with the knife!"

"Why? The guy with the sword is not bad, right?"

"The strength of the sword is relatively great! The cultivation of both of them is about the same, and the sword must have been broken by the knife. ”

"That said, I also blocked the person with the knife to win. ”

"Come on, come on, let's hurry up and place a bet! Soon it's the next one. ”

The monks in the audience hurriedly took advantage of the win or loss of the two people on the challenge stage to make bets, and there were more people who favored the one with the knife to win.

The voice of the audience naturally reached the challenge platform, and the big man with the knife heard so many people blocking him to win, and the smile on his face couldn't be hidden with anger.

The monk with the sword smiled coldly, not caring about the monk in the audience who was betting on him, only thinking about and then breaking the opponent's move.

The monk who was betting on the treasure quickly took turns and gathered all the bets of the other monks, and when he crossed the emperor, the monk put the chest containing all kinds of treasures in front of the emperor.

The dark-skinned monk had a greedy look in his eyes and asked, "This little brother, do you bet or not, who do you bet on to win!"

Emperor Tingfeng glanced at the dark-skinned monk whose cultivation was two realms higher than his own, and said coldly: "I have no treasures to gamble on!"

"Don't be so polite!" The black-faced monk was a little unwilling to bet on the treasure alone, and pointed to the fiery red fox on Emperor Tingfeng's shoulder and said, "Spirit beasts can also bet." ”

Emperor Tingfeng looked at the reluctant fiery red fox, and replied coldly: "I don't want to gamble with it!"

"Hehe! It turns out that he is a treasure-cherishing man!" the black-faced monk smiled and added, "anything can be a bet." ”

"So that's the case!" the emperor breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the wind, and mistakenly thought that he had to take the treasure out before he could gamble!

Emperor Tingfeng took out a thousand magic stones from the storage bag, pointed to the big man with a sword on the challenge platform, and said coldly: "I use ten times the number to bet on the swordsman to win!"

"Hey, ten times the number, bet on the swordsman?" The black-faced monk was stunned, looked at Emperor Tingfeng, and then looked at the monk with the sword who was also staring at Emperor Tingfeng on the challenge platform.

"Hmm!" the emperor snorted when he heard the wind, and said after affirming his answer, "It's okay! ”

"Hahahaha!" The black-faced monk laughed and said with a smile: "Then the swordsman you bet on must win, if he loses, you have to pay another nine thousand magic stones." ”

Emperor Tingfeng had a confident attitude and declared, "That swordsman will definitely win." ”

"In that case, let's bet!"

The black-faced monk took away the 1,000 magic stones that Emperor Tingfeng had received, and choked back: "The swordsman will definitely lose, so you better prepare the remaining 9,000 magic stones as soon as possible!"

After betting on the audience, the two big men on the challenge stage shot at each other, only to see that the big man with the knife was slightly better, and suppressed the big man with the sword so much that he couldn't make a move.

Seeing this, the black-faced monk snorted coldly at the emperor listening to the wind on the side, indicating that he had already won, but the emperor listened to the wind and disagreed, and carefully observed the every move of the big man with the knife.

The two big men fought each other for about ten minutes, and the victory or defeat was already obvious, but it was not the victory of the big man with the sword who had always had the upper hand, but the big man with the sword who retreated as the advance to win steadily.

The blade of the sword is originally wider and heavier than the blade, and the mana and spiritual power that need to be consumed are also more than the number of times the sword is used, plus the cultivation of the two big men is about the same.

Whichever side consumes the mana first is equal to victory, although the big man with the sword is at a disadvantage in the previous round.

As long as he persists, victory must be his, not to mention, the movement of the sword itself is more sensitive than the sword, and it is neither effortless nor consuming mana to use.

After the end of the game, sure enough, the monk with the sword won, and the only person who bet on the sword to win is Emperor Tingfeng, except for the nine thousand magic stones won by the 1,000 magic stones he bet, the other treasures also belong to the winning side.

Emperor Tingfeng became a "local tyrant" in a second, and won the treasures of many monks for no reason, but Emperor Tingfeng didn't take a fancy to any of them, and he didn't have a magic weapon to hand.

Emperor Tingfeng, who won the bet on his instincts, was naturally forced to become a banker, and immediately started the second challenge, and the big man with the sword who had won before also made a kick, trying to be familiar with Emperor Tingfeng.

Then, most of the monks followed the emperor to listen to the wind and bet, and a very small number of monks did not believe in the emperor's eye to listen to the wind, and bet on the other side to win.

After the second game was over, it was agreed that Emperor Tingfeng would win, and then, in the third and fourth rounds, the fighting arena was blocked until the eighteenth game.

Some monks who don't believe in evil lose even their natal magic weapons, and in the end they all have to follow the emperor to bet on the wind, no matter who wins the emperor listens to the wind, the other monks follow the emperor to listen to the wind.

In the end, all the bets were set on one side, and no one on the other side bet at all, and the bets did not exist at all, and Emperor Tingfeng, who was about to stop, was about to withdraw, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

"Benzong said why didn't I see you when I came back, it turns out that you are so gambling!" Feng Qianjing glared at the emperor with a sarcastic expression.

I don't know what the emperor is thinking at all, he has been living on the edge of the wind and waves, and he actually dares to come out and bet with other monks, not only that, but he has also won against other monks again and again.

The brain can't turn, and it shouldn't force itself to death! It was already a black, but this time he won the natal magic weapon of the monks of other sects for no reason, and it was difficult to be let go.

This is a holy place where the monks of the Four Realms gather, in case any monk is annoyed by Emperor Tingfeng's move and gives him a war letter, then it will not be a matter of Emperor Tingfeng's words to excuse himself.

Feng Qianjing approached Emperor Tingfeng's side, and scolded Emperor Tingfeng in a voice that the two of them could hear clearly, "Are you kid impatient to live, dare to come here to gamble!"