Zhuan Yang defeated his tenth opponent, and a golden column rose from the fighting platform, with densely packed martial arts classics projected on it.

He didn't even look at it and just chose to continue fighting.

At this time, a long tent appeared under the fighting platform.

"The market is open, the market is open." The man as thin as a monkey shouted: "Zhan Yang, the warrior of Liemen Realm, bet, bet. Twenty consecutive wins, and you will pay one for every one you win after returning your capital. Thirty consecutive wins, you will bet."

Pay two to one. Pay five to one if you win forty times. Pay ten to one if you win fifty times."

Others laughed and said: "Brother, let's not talk about the rest. Seeing that this kid has difficulty dealing with the warrior's projection, he needs several moves. If he wins twenty consecutive games, I will beat him to twenty consecutive victories. As for the rest, I bet him twenty

Five defeats.”

"The odds for the twenty-fifth game are one to three, you take it."

Zhan Yang, the pseudonym used by Zhuan Yang.

Xiao Muyu and his wife saw everyone running to place their bets, and they were not surprised at all.

This is an old way for the Temple of War to make money, by betting on the winning streak and elimination of newcomers.

When Xiao Mujuan chose to quit after 60 games, it was also because she bet on this one game and made a small profit. However, Xiao Chaoyu was too brave and bet on herself for 90 consecutive wins, and finally lost completely.

Xiao Mujuan looked at Zhuan Yang and thought to himself: With his winning rate, I should be fine if I win eighty consecutive games. Eighty-nine defeats? Well... I am not betting, I am just a sister supporting my younger brother.

After weighing her money bag, Xiao Muyu made up her mind.

Jiang Ling touched his chin: I will definitely support the young master. These stupid people actually think that the young master can only win twenty or thirty games? I will bet on eighty games! The young master will definitely win eighty games. As for losing, eighty-nine games

Right? It can’t exceed ninety anyway.

"Brother, how do you beat this amazing talent? The odds are 200?"

Suddenly, a clear boy's voice sounded. Among the noisy voices, it was like a thunder on the ground, which almost scared Xiao Mujuan and Jiang Ling to death.

Looking towards the long shed, the young man in red was holding the table, pointing lazily at the highest stakes poster on the wall.

Dealer: "According to the rules, each person bets once and fills in the number of consecutive wins and losses. But Jingshicai has a hundred wins in every battle, so he only needs to bet once, because the result is destined to be zero losses. Therefore, a hundred wins will win a hundred times, and a loss will be a hundred times.

A hundred times for a zero game. If someone bets on a shocking talent, the banker will pay an additional two hundred times in addition to the return of capital."

However, this gamble will take many years to complete.

Even if one example is completed by chance, the money lost by others will be enough to compensate.

Three hundred years ago, that astonishing talent bet a huge sum of money on himself. In the end, he only lost all other people's gambling money. At most, the dealer made one round in vain and did not lose money at all.

Xiao Muyu rushed over and hugged the young man. She pinched his ears angrily and said viciously: "How did you get here?"

"He walked here on two legs." Peng Yu was very excited and pointed to the highest bet: "Sister Yu, this is a good opportunity to make money. Give this bet to my son. I bet he is an amazing talent."

Suddenly, there was silence, and then everyone burst into laughter.

"Little brother, is this person your friend? Although you are very loyal, but - pfft... hahaha... a world-shattering talent? You really dare to think that there has been no world-shaking talent in the Temple of War for three hundred years."

"This friend of yours must be a warrior from the lower realm? It looks like he can't even cope with twenty games. Don't think about it. Place your bet with your uncle and he will take you flying." As he said this, the man reached out to touch the young man's head.

Xiao Muyu raised her eyebrows angrily and opened the man's hand.

"Hey - there is also a sister with a fierce temper." The uncle grinned: "You know? I am -"

Peng Yu turned his head casually and looked vaguely. The man was in a trance and suddenly turned around and left.

The banker's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that this young man was not simple, so he took another look.

"Little brother, Dakun stipulates that minors are not allowed to gamble. It's good for you to support your friends, but don't spend money randomly. Otherwise, our War Temple Casino will be traced."

Peng Yu rolled his eyes and took out an iron box.

"Sister, you bet for me."

"Why?"

Xiao Muju held the money bag in her sleeves with a confused look on her face.

Amazing talent?

Don't make trouble, it's impossible. Zhuanyang has a high probability of winning 80 consecutive games. I'll bet for you, but I can't do it myself.

"Otherwise, you should let Jiang Ling do it."

Jiang Ling also looked reluctant. But he had no confidence in front of Peng Yu, so he had to give up his plan to bet.

"Don't worry, if I win, I'll give you one percent later."

When Jiang Ling heard this, he suddenly said: "How about we go for ninety consecutive wins? Ninety consecutive wins, the current odds are eighty times, should...should..."

Seeing Peng Yu's vicious gaze, he swallowed the rest of his words.

"That's my son. I have confidence. What's wrong with you two?" Peng Yu was heartbroken: "It's not when you sneaked out without me to play with. The three of you are working together. Why don't you even have this bit of unity?

Already?"

Jiang Ling sighed and picked up the box.

As soon as he hugged him, his movements suddenly paused, silently urging his strength, pushing the iron box to the banker, and said sadly: "I beat our young master to be a world-famous talent. All the money here is staked."

The dealer opened the box, and the golden light immediately overflowed.

Everyone gasped, and there were gold bars neatly arranged inside.

"Hmm... a thousand taels of gold? The young master spends a lot of money for his friends, he is really brave."

The dealer was about to ask someone to carry the iron box down, but suddenly Peng Yu held down the iron box and pointed inside: "Weigh it yourself."

Suddenly, the banker suddenly realized: "Refined heavenly gold? Sorry, sorry, I made a mistake."

The gold and silver of the Dakun Dynasty are all made of high-density, high-quality heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Even so, many nobles despise the inconvenience of holding gold and silver, and will further refine it. The gold melon seeds, gold bricks, and gold ingots of Tiangong

That's it.

The dealer's hand was a little hesitant and he did not go to check directly: "Young Master, actually a thousand pieces of gold is already a lot. If it is ten thousand pieces of gold, I'm afraid..."

"Why, do you have an upper limit on gambling money here?"

The dealer said seriously: "Small gambling is fun, but big gambling is harmful to the body. Before ninety consecutive wins, we had an upper limit here. But there has never been an upper limit for gambling with ninety consecutive wins and amazing talents."

"The old temple master said that if anyone dares to spend a lot of money to win 90 consecutive victories or has an amazing talent, he must be a martial arts prodigy. If he wants money, our war temple will show up."

"In addition, every amazing talent will enjoy standard treatment in the Temple of War. There will also be a bonus of 100,000 set by the old temple master for the amazing talent."

As soon as he said this, the onlookers onlookers applauded and praised him.

Although they will definitely not get this money, it shows that the God of War does not suppress the younger generations and shows the magnanimity of the God of War.

Peng Yu smiled: "Zhong Sheng is a good man. No wonder he has a very high reputation in the Temple of War."

Seeing the young man's posture, the banker became suspicious, stared at Jiang Ling and Xiao Muju, and then asked in a low voice: "My little brother is definitely not from the small world. The Zhan Yang from Liemen Realm should not be either, right?"

"Is it important?"

He hesitated and looked at the young man on the ring.

The banker smiled: "That's right, our banker doesn't lose money anyway. It doesn't matter if a hero from a certain family comes here to cover up the public's eyes. In the past, the third prince made a mistake incognito. Although he made a lot of money, our God of War didn't lose money either, right?

."

He reached out to check the iron box, and when he weighed the first gold brick, his expression suddenly changed.

"Thousand gold bricks?"

Thousand Gold Bricks, the highest standard of refining in the Heavenly Palace. Heavenly gold is smelted three times in the Golden Crow Divine Furnace and can be used as the main material for high-grade divine weapons.

Silence, everyone present was silent, silently looking at the gold bars in the iron box.

So, here are all golden bricks?

After counting, the dealer smiled bitterly: "One million days of gold. Young Master, you should think more about it, right?"

"Why, don't you have no restrictions?"

"Little brother, this money belongs to your family, right?" The passerby who had just been talking to Xiao Muyu stood up again: "Well, Dakun law stipulates that minors spend money indiscriminately-"

"It can be invalidated." Peng Yu interrupted: "Of course I understand. But the premise is that the money exceeds the minor's ability to pay and exceeds one percent of the total family assets."

"But I feel that just one million gold is just a drop in the bucket for my family."

Xiao Mujuan sighed quietly and stepped forward to secretly show the Black Bird Token to the banker.

"Don't worry, just let him play. For one million days of gold, his family won't say anything."

Xuanniao Xiao family? A descendant of the clan?

The dealer knows it.

Indeed, for those top aristocratic families, this amount of money is not much. When people really gamble, they use the small world as their gambling capital.

After registration, the dealer will immediately prepare melon and fruit snacks.

"Young Master, don't wait around, eat some fruit."

Xiao Muju frowned and was about to step forward to stop her. The young man shook his head: "Forget it, I won't stay here for long, I will leave right away. Sister, you and Jiang Ling stay here to cheer up my son. Just say

The sponsor’s father is optimistic about him.”

"Go? Where to go?" Xiao Muju reached out to grab it, but the boy had disappeared. He didn't even take the receipt and left it directly with Jiang Ling.
Chapter completed!