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Chapter 1740 Outfield Bet

People looked around and saw that the favorites to win the championship were He Qingxiao, Qiu Chuixue and Luo Bin.

After all, judging from previous intelligence, these three people are actually the strongest.

Of course, among the many young talents participating in the competition, there are also monks with middle-level saint cultivation.

However, the combat power of these people cannot be compared with these three people.

Among these three people, He Qingxiao is the leader among the younger generation disciples of Ziyue Sword Pavilion. He is extremely powerful. It is said that there is no opponent in the outer sect of Ziyue Sword Pavilion. He will definitely be able to enter the inner sect in the future and even become a core disciple.

It's not impossible.

As for Qiu Chuixue, he is the strongest among the younger generation of the Blood Flame Sect. Although his reputation is not very good, he is still very strong.

And don’t forget, Qiu Chuixue is a member of the evil sect, and she has no scruples in attacking aggressively. She will do whatever it takes to win!

At the end of the day, people know little about Luo Bin. They only know that he belongs to Madman Villa and is extremely powerful.

Other than that, nothing is known.

At this time, there is still some time before the official start of the game. People can also use this time to place bets and get the chance to get rich.

"He Qingxiao's odds are two to one, Qiu Chuixue's odds are two and a half, and Luo Bin's odds are one and a half. Which one is better to bet on?"

"Looking at the odds alone, it's really not a good choice..."

"I advise you to choose from these three people. Although the odds are lower, it is safe. If you bet on those with higher odds, you will easily lose your money!"

In front of the gambling shop, a group of gamblers were discussing who to place their bets on to have a greater chance of winning.

At this moment, someone looked at the attic of Shengdan Pavilion and frowned.

There are only four people in the attic. Zhong Lihao and Zhuo Fanrou know each other. Combined with the information obtained before, one of the two remaining people must be Ye who participated in the martial arts competition in Shengdan Pavilion.

Luo!

But...the cultivation of these two people is that they are both false saints...

Everyone even felt that their intelligence was insulted.

"Look, that's Ye Luo? Is he representing the Shengdan Pavilion in the battle?"

"Did I get it wrong? How did he achieve the level of a false saint?"

"Shengdan Pavilion has the guts to compete, but they actually send a fake saint here? Are they trying to be funny?"

To be honest, everyone in the city still can't understand why Shengdan Pavilion sent Ye Luo to fight.

Alchemists themselves are not good at fighting, this is something everyone knows.

What's more, his cultivation is still a false saint!

To say that it is just for fun is not enough to describe the behavior of Shengdan Pavilion!

Seeing the people around him pointing at Ye Luo, Zhong Lihao couldn't help but smile calmly and said: "It seems that you are not very favored by them."

"It doesn't matter, they will know they are wrong by then."

Ye Luo spread his hands and looked indifferent.

It is true that Ye Luo thought very clearly about this matter. With his level of cultivation, not to mention that these people didn't look down on him, he himself also had a tendency to look down on himself.

"What are you going to do, slap them in the face with reality?"

Seeing Ye Luo like this, Zhuo Fanrou asked with a sweet smile.

"Not only do I want to slap them in the face, I also want to win their money!"

Ye Luo said, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Seeing Ye Luo like this, Zhuo Fanrou couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

She knew Ye Luo, but whenever Ye Luo showed this expression, it was probably not good.

"What are you going to do?"

Thinking of this, Zhuo Fanrou raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I'm going to place my bet."

Ye Luo left a word, then turned and walked down the attic.

That's right, this guy is going to place a bet. As for who he's betting on, it's not hard to imagine.

"My cultivation is so weak, so the odds should be high, right?"

Ye Luo's idea is very simple. Since you all look down on me, I will slap you in the face!

Not only is it a slap in the face, I also want to win your money!

The door of the gambling house was already crowded with people, and it took a lot of effort for Ye Luo to squeeze in.

"He Qingxiao's odds are two to one, Qiu Chuixue's odds are two and a half, and Luo Bin's odds are one and a half... It seems that these three people are really the favorites to win the championship. Even if they win, it doesn't mean anything."

The names of He Qingxiao and the others are in the most conspicuous positions, and it is difficult not to see them.

The rest are all unknowns, and the odds are getting higher and higher. I think it's because they are relatively weak and have a low chance of winning, so the odds are so high.

The highest one even pays ten!

This is something everyone knows, but there are people who like to get rich overnight and will bet on these people.

"Why isn't there my name?"

Soon, Ye Luo became embarrassed.

He searched and searched but could not find his name.

It seems that everyone has it, except him.

These guys...could they not take me seriously because of my low cultivation level?

That must be it!

"Well... let me ask, why is there no Ye Luo here?"

Thinking of this, Ye Luo couldn't help but frown slightly, then looked at the young man in the gambling shop and asked.

"Ye Luo? Which Ye Luo are you talking about?"

The boy at the gambling shop was so busy collecting money that he had no time to talk to Ye Luo, so he immediately asked him a rather perfunctory question.

"Ye Luo from Shengdan Pavilion, his name does not exist here."

Hearing this, Ye Luo frowned, becoming more and more certain that the gambling house did this on purpose.

I didn't add his name on purpose.

"Why do you ask?"

Hearing Ye Luo's words, the gambling boy also frowned and his tone gradually became unfriendly.

He instinctively felt that this person was here to cause trouble.

What is the cultivation level of Yelona in Shengdan Pavilion?

The only one among all the contestants is a false saint. This kind of cultivation is not enough just to make up the numbers, so how can he add it to the bet?

If nothing else, the odds are not legal.

It is estimated that even if it is one to one hundred, no one will bet on it!

Having said that, even if the gambling house dares to put this bet out, would anyone really dare to bet on it?

Betting on a fake saint to win the championship doesn't mean you have too much money and no place to spend it?

"I asked this naturally because I wanted to place a bet."

While the waiter was thinking about it, Ye Luo's next words almost choked him to death on the spot.

Are you really here to place a bet?

Hearing Ye Luo's words, the boy from the gambling shop began to look carefully up and down. He felt that this man looked like a big wretch. At first glance, he looked like the kind of guy who didn't have much money and thought about getting rich overnight.

people.

In fact, the guy from the gambling house felt a little sympathetic to Ye Luo at this moment...

"Do you think this is necessary?"

Then, the guy from the gambling shop tried to persuade me with a good-natured look on his face.

"Stop talking nonsense, I will bet on Ye Luo today."

Ye Luo didn't agree with him. Ye Luo even pointed out that he would make a lot of money.

Paying five to one or ten to one is not enough!

Ye Luo just wants to bet on himself!

"Okay...since you are looking for death, I won't stop you..."

Seeing Ye Luo's appearance, the boy from the gambling house did not hesitate immediately and wrote Ye Luo's name on the betting paper with a wave of his hand.

However, he ran into trouble next.

How to determine the odds...

For a moment, the hand holding the pen of the gambling boy was frozen in mid-air, and he could not write for a long time.

"What's the situation? What does it mean when the gambling house adds Ye Luo's name?"

"Didn't you hear this person say he wants to bet on Ye Luo to win the championship? He really has money and nowhere to spend it."

"I see, this person is just here to cause trouble. Ye Luona is from the Shengdan Pavilion, and his cultivation is a false saint. As long as his brain is not squeezed by the door, he should not be detained."

Seeing the actions of the gambling shop boy, the surrounding gangsters began to talk about it.

In their opinion, writing Ye Luo's name is pure nonsense.

The only false saint in this martial arts tournament, if you bet on him winning the championship, it’s not that his head was squeezed by the door, but that his head and the door were exchanged!

"Why didn't you write it down? How can I place a bet without odds?"

Seeing the gambling shop boy stop his movements, Ye Luo frowned and urged.

This is not to say that Ye Luo is anxious, the most important thing is that the martial arts competition is about to begin.

He had to place his bet before the martial arts tournament started. After all, he had to go back to participate in the competition.

"Wait a minute!"

As for how to write Ye Luo's odds, the guy at the gambling shop couldn't make up his mind, so he could only sneak into the house, looking like he was asking his elder brother.

After a while, when the gambling shop boy came out of the room again, the confusion was no longer on his face.

Then, the younger brother looked at Ye Luo firmly, his eyes full of provocation and said: "Our eldest brother said that if Ye Luo of Shengdan Pavilion can win the championship, he will lose a hundred for each one. How much do you dare to bet?"

After hearing this, Ye Luo was speechless for a moment.

First of all, what Ye Luo complained about his younger brother was not accurate.

He is not from Shengdan Pavilion, he is just competing on behalf of Shengdan Pavilion.

Another thing, Ye Luo never expected that his odds would be so high!

That's a hundred dollars in compensation, and you'll make a fortune!

As long as he can win the championship of the martial arts competition this time, he will receive three rewards.

The first thing that came up was the news about the Luo family.

The second is the Holy Spirit Fruit, the champion's reward.

This third one is naturally an outfield bet.

Ye Luo didn't plan to bet too much, just one hundred thousand immortal stones.

Because he only has one hundred thousand immortal stones...

This is what tricked Bi Yu before.

Even so, if you pay 100 immortal stones for one hundred thousand...

That’s a total of ten million fairy stones!

Get rich, get rich!

Thinking of this, Ye Luo couldn't help but laugh naively.

"Why are you silent? If you don't dare to place a bet, just stay away and don't affect other guests."

Seeing Ye Luo like this, the boy at the gambling shop thought that Ye Luo didn't dare to bet anymore, so he immediately sneered and wanted to drive him away.

"Don't you dare to bet? I'm afraid you won't have the money to pay. I'm betting all on the fairy stones here! I'm betting on Ye Luo from the Shengdan Pavilion!"

Seeing this, Ye Luo raised his brows, and while speaking, he threw over a storage bag, which was filled with fairy stones, as much as one hundred thousand!

"I want to see how much you can stake..."

While he was talking, the boy from the gambling house opened the storage bag. As soon as his consciousness peeked inside, he was immediately stunned!


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