When Nuoyuan heard this, his heart suddenly thumped, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He still looked at the warrior with determination and asked: "Is it possible that Qiujian Sanren is so strong that he can defeat the gods with just the peak of the divine human realm?"
A defender in the early stage of the Xuan Realm?"
"Who says it's not? That guy is just a pervert. Although he pretends to win by a narrow margin every time, it's just the first time. He still narrowly wins the second time. Who would believe this kind of thing? This guy's strength must be more than that.
One thing, he must still be hiding something, otherwise, he wouldn’t have staked his two hundred and seventy-seventh grade spiritual stone!” The warrior said with a look of despair, he still had not recovered from the previous two blood losses.
recover from.
After Nuoyuan understood the situation clearly, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. In this way, his one hundred and seventy-seventh grade spiritual stone was equivalent to wasting it. This was one hundred and seventy-seventh grade spiritual stone, which he had never seen in his life.
So much money passed.
However, Nuoyuan quickly realized that he felt sorry for himself. These hundred and seventy-seventh grade spiritual stones were not his own. This was Chu Jianqiu's money. Even if he lost money, it was Chu Jianqiu who was losing money.
Anyway, it was Chu Jianqiu who asked him to bet like this. Even if he lost, he couldn't blame him.
Thinking of this, Nuo Yuan immediately felt relieved, and even felt a little happy. Thinking of the one hundred thousand seventh-grade spiritual stones that Chu Jianqiu was about to lose, Nuo Yuan felt a sense of revenge.
You, Chu Peipi, robbed me of my money and forced me to sign a blood contract. Now your retribution has come!
Next, Nuoyuan watched the development of the situation with the mentality of watching a show. He even couldn't wait to see Chu Jianqiu's ugly face after losing one hundred thousand seventh-level spiritual stones.
The ring battle started soon. Chu Jianqiu jumped onto the ring. This time, the strongest people from the West Courtyard were sent out to defend the ring.
In the first two games, neither Savi nor the second defender were the strongest in the early stage of the Divine Profound Realm of the West Academy.
After all, the strongest people are dispatched from the beginning, so there is no suspense. Everyone knows who to bet on to win. How can their West Campus make money in this way?
Only by allowing the challenger to have hope of victory can the banker make money.
But after Qiu Jian Sanren defeated two defenders one after another, the West Courtyard had to use its trump card.
If even the last defender in the middle stage of Shenxuan Realm is defeated by Qiujian Sanren, then the West Courtyard will have no choice but to remove Arena No. 10.
After Chu Jianqiu Fei got on the ring, he and the defender didn't waste any more words and started fighting directly.
This battle lasted for more than an hour, and the fighting situation was extremely fierce. After fighting for more than an hour, even the defender's real energy was almost exhausted.
In the end, Qiu Jian missed his move and was punched off the ring by the defender. He was defeated!
Those who were watching the battle were stunned when they saw this scene. What was going on? It was promised that Qiujian Sanren would win, but now, Qiujian Sanren actually lost, lost,...
"Ah, ah, ah, my money, I just put all my money into it, Qiu Jian Sanren, you bastard! How could you lose!" A wail suddenly broke out from the silent crowd.
"Who the hell just said that Qiu Jian Sanren will win? Pay me back!"
"Qiu Jian Sanren, I, Qian Shuo, and you are at odds with each other!" Brother Qian said, spitting out a mouthful of blood and falling straight back.
I would like to think that Qian Shuo has a great reputation throughout his life. He has been doing business well in the sixty years since he became a disciple of Feng Yuan Academy. In these sixty years, he has accumulated almost one million seventh-grade spiritual stones. His wealth is richer than that of many inner disciples.
Much more money.
Because of his good management skills and huge sums of money, whoever sees him in the outer gate of Feng Yuan Academy dares not to call him "Brother Qian" respectfully.
However, all his fame and wealth were wiped out in these three bets. The wealth he had worked so hard to save for sixty years was instantly wiped out. The more Qian Shuo thought about it, the angrier he became. In the end, he rolled his eyes and became extremely angry.
, fainted.
The person in charge of gambling table No. 10 was also stunned at this time. He didn't expect that Qiu Jian Sanren would lose this time. After being stunned for a moment, he was overjoyed. After all, many people had just bet on Qiu Jian Sanren's victory.
, even Qiu Jian Sanren himself deposited 200,000 seventh-grade spiritual stones into it, and now this huge wealth has all fallen into the Xiyuan's bag.
But before he could be happy for long, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the space ring that was betting on the defender's side. At this time, the space ring was lying there alone, looking so dazzling.
Seeing this space ring bet on the defender's side, his expression suddenly changed. Only then did he remember that someone had bet one hundred thousand seven-grade spiritual stones on the defender's side, and he was so dead.
Immortal, the odds have been changed to 1 to 20.
In this way, he would pay two million seventh-grade spiritual stones to the person who bet on the defender.
The person in charge of Gambling Table No. 10, who was still in ecstasy at first, thought of this, and it was like a bucket of cold water poured down his head. All the joy disappeared at this moment.
He calculated carefully and found that in addition to what Xiyuan earned from this bet, Xiyuan would also have to advance part of the money out of his own pocket to compensate Nuoyuan.
In summary, Xiyuan not only made no profit from this bet, but also lost a lot.
Thinking of this, the person in charge of gaming table No. 10 suddenly changed his color.
Although Qiu Jian Sanren made a lot of money from the first two bets, since all the other bettors lost, in the end, Table 10 was still able to make a little profit.
But this time, except for Nuo Yuan who made a huge profit, everyone including Qiu Jian Sanren and the banker at table 10 lost everything.
Nuo Yuan was also confused by this ending. Wasn't it promised that Qiu Jian Sanren would win? Why would it be such a result in the end? He originally wanted to see Chu Jianqiu lose one hundred thousand seventh-grade spiritual stones.
The ugly look on his face afterwards.
But in this way, Chu Jianqiu not only did not lose one hundred thousand seventh-grade spiritual stones, but instead earned two million seventh-grade spiritual stones.
Two million seventh-grade spiritual stones, this is an unimaginably huge amount of money.
Looking at this huge space ring containing two million seventh-grade spiritual stones in his hand, Nuoyuan felt a little unreal.
A huge sum of two million seventh-grade spiritual stones was actually in his hands. If it weren't for the blood contract scroll being held by Chu Jianqiu, Nuo Yuan would have wanted to abscond with the money.
After all, such a huge amount of wealth is more than enough to support him in breaking through to the Venerable Realm.
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