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Chapter 1790 Bet

Chapter 1790 Bet

Cao Yunrui was reassured. He felt that he was sure of success this time, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When the referee declared Cao Yunrui the winner, Cao Yunrui confidently saluted the audience.

Elder Liu quickly left with satisfaction, obviously admiring Cao Yunrui's ability to adapt to changes in circumstances.

Although he obviously didn't say anything, one of the disciples who broke into the house beside him walked quickly to Cao Yunrui and whispered something. Cao Yunrui looked surprised after hearing this.

Seeing the joy on Cao Yunrui's face, no one could understand what happened.

Cao Yunrui's strength is obvious to everyone.

In spite of envy, many people in the audience cursed secretly, "Cao Yunrui, this thief, is finally selected! How come such a good thing doesn't happen to labor and management?"

Gu Yuan looked at Cao Yunrui quietly. Because Sun Zhizhou's blood was spattered on the arena, the arena could not be used temporarily. Cao Yunrui did not leave the arena.

The senior brother beside Cao Yunrui seemed to be pointing something at him, and Cao Yunrui kept nodding in agreement.

Gu Yuan looked away, and next to Cao Yunrui and the others was Sun Zhizhou, who had long since died but refused to rest in peace.

Three outer disciples in charge of cleaning came up to the stage. Two of them lifted Sun Zhizhou's body, and the other disciple washed away the blood on the ground with a bucket of cold water.

Everyone in the audience was talking about Cao Yunrui, and no one cared about Sun Zhizhou.

Gu Yuan realized in his heart that the world of cultivators has always been one of the weak and the strong. Whether it is an abandoned land or a mysterious realm, it is the same. Only strength can explain everything.

At this moment, a burst of noise came from the arena next to it,

"Hey, tell me, who of the two will win?"

"It's hard to say, these two are both good players who have won several games!"

"I'm afraid Wang Zhengrong won't be able to fight for more than five games, right?"

"No, he just came here for the inner disciples. If he doesn't behave well, how can the elders pay attention to him?"

"Chen Minglei is not bad either. In my opinion, Chen Minglei is more likely to be selected as an inner disciple!"

"Chen Minglei has only played two games, so it's hard to say yet. The elders have to take all factors into consideration when choosing their disciples."

Gu Yuan and the others immediately walked to the ring next to them.

"If you ask me, Wang Zhengrong is extremely powerful and has a greater chance of winning than Chen Minglei."

"I can't tell, right? Chen Minglei has won two games in a row.

I was in the ring over there just now and watched his first two games, he was very stable!"

"What are you looking at? It must be Wang Zhengrong who wins. Wang Zhengrong is born with supernatural power. I watched him fight a few times and they were all overwhelming victories. There was no doubt about it!"

"I also think Chen Minglei can win. I want to bet ten taels of silver on Chen Minglei's victory."

"Look at your potential, so I bet ten taels of silver. I bet one hundred taels of silver that Chen Minglei will win!"

"I think you two are stupid, right?

Just wait and see, Chen Minglei is no match for Wang Zhengrong, I will pay five hundred taels of silver to bet that Wang Zhengrong will win!"

"Hey, you guys just talking is useless, hurry up and take out the money, labor and management have been waiting for you for a long time, when are you going to place your bets?"

A monk dressed as an inner disciple sat in front of a table and loudly shouted to the people who were chatting just now to come and place bets with him.

He opened a market here and kept asking everyone to place bets, but unfortunately there was no business.

He had been shouting for a long time but no one placed bets. Now three people came out and wanted to place bets. He quickly called for business to come to his door.

But those monks glanced at the inner disciples, shook their heads one after another, and said with a smile, "Senior brother, we are just joking, talking happily, don't take it seriously, how can we have money?"

Place a bet?"

"That's right, that's what we're talking about."

The inner disciple spat, secretly saying something bad, and opened his mouth and said: "If you don't bet, get out of here, don't be an eyesore!"

A few people didn't dare to talk to each other, so they quickly stood far away and went to watch the fun in despair.

They don't dare to offend this inner disciple. If they win money by handing over some silver, what can they do if the inner disciple doesn't give it to them?

Isn’t it just like money wasted?

They are not stupid.

To take a step back, even if this inner disciple compensates me with money, I will not like him in the future. Maybe I will give myself some shoes to wear. It is better to follow the Thirty-Six Strategies.

Here, Yi Wu, who was watching the excitement, asked Gu Yuan excitedly, "Gu Yuan, who do you think can win between them?"

Gu Yuan said calmly, "I'm optimistic about Chen Minglei."

Yi Wu was a little surprised when he heard this, "Chen Minglei?

However, they said that Wang Zhengrong was born with supernatural powers.

Look at the pair of big hammers in his hands. I don’t know how much they weigh. They look very heavy. I definitely can’t lift them.”

Gu Yuan smiled and said nothing.

Yi Wen also said, "I also think Chen Minglei can win.

Wang Zhengrong is a little impetuous and not as calm as Chen Minglei."

Yi Wu rolled his eyes with a smirk on his face: "Brother, let's make a bet?

How about just betting a hundred taels of silver?

Alas, my parents are partial, all the money is with you, and I can’t go out for a drink even if I want to.”

Yi Wen said angrily and funny: "Bet?

You, you are really a child, you don’t even think about it. If you lose, what will you give me as compensation?

Let's just forget about the money bet. If Chen Minglei wins later, how about you help me wash my clothes for a month?"

Yi Wu then asked: "What if Wang Zhengrong wins?

Will you also do my laundry for a month?”

Yi Wen nodded and said, "That's natural. As long as Wang Zhengrong wins, I will definitely wash your clothes for a month."

Yi Wu's eyes lit up and he turned to Gu Yuan and said, "Gu Yuan, you heard it. You must testify for me. Don't let my brother default on his debt!"

Gu Yuan smiled and nodded: "I can testify, but don't worry, you can't win!"

After saying that, Yi Wen and Gu Yuan looked at each other and smiled. Yi Wu said unconvinced: "Just wait and see, Wang Zhengrong will definitely win!"



The showdown in the ring has not yet begun, but the atmosphere among the onlookers is already very lively, and they are all discussing who can win between the two.

Wang Zhengrong frowned slightly as he listened to the noise around him.

His temper was not very good to begin with, and he resented such a noisy environment the most.

Xu was a little impatient due to the noise, and a pair of big hammers suddenly hit him hard.

Buzz…

The huge roar made the scene suddenly quiet.

Wang Zhengrong nodded with satisfaction, pointed his hammer in the direction of his opponent Chen Minglei, and made a provocative gesture of exploding the hammer's head.

"Chen Minglei, I have seen your competition with others. Compared with those crooked melons and cracked jujubes, you are pretty good! But compared with me, Wang Zhengrong, you are not even a little bit behind. It is not easy for you to practice. If you give up now, I will stay.

What do you think of your life?"

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