Chapter 132 You cant see the beginning or the end, the water is very deep
Immediately, Hua Chaoyue let out an excited and exaggerated scream, cheering for the standing figure who sheathed his sword: "Young Master is mighty, Young Master is domineering!"
Her eyes flashed brightly, a million spirit stones were back again.
When Shangguan was promoted, Shen Xing showed a smile as if he was relieved. The young master didn't know how many means he had at his disposal to save his life, so their worries were in vain.
The sword just struck contained the sword energy and true fire blessing of an extremely powerful Jindan sword cultivator.
That Zhuo Feng didn't die in the first blow, he was already quite capable.
Of course, several life-saving talismans and top-quality magic weapons were also destroyed.
There was a smile in Taoist Master Jian Yan's eyes, and he said: "In the first gambling battle, Chen Mi wins!"
He has a profound foundation. There is no need to compete with his opponents in terms of strength. He directly borrows the methods of Jindan Sword Cultivator. No matter how powerful the foundation is, even if he can withstand two blows, he will still be unable to escape the third and fourth blows. He will be exhausted and run for his life.
Of course, it can also be seen that Chen Mou's performance of swordsmanship and fire magic is outstanding, and he does it with ease.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to use the sword energy and true fire blessed by Jindan Sword Cultivator to exert such complementary and huge power.
The way to capture Zhuo Feng's figure seems to be a psychic ability?
Who knows which major force in the human race trained such an outstanding young Taoist priest?
One thing he was sure of was that Chen Mou came from an authentic Taoist sect, and even the Jindan sword cultivator behind him was a Taoist monk. The true fire of the sword could not be faked.
The old dwarf looked indifferent. Who lost or won was none of his business. He waved his hand to close the formation shield on the stone flat, and quietly collected some remaining sword energy and true fire in the air. This was a clue.
Maybe we can find clues about the forces behind Taisu Mountain.
There was a faint smile on Chen Mou's lips: "I will continue to play the second game, who will you send to play?"
As soon as these words came out, the Wei family monks were a little dumbfounded. At that time, they thought that they would spend a lot of money to hire someone to help them, and they would have no problem winning two games. They did not consider that the opponent's seemingly weakest little white-faced Taoist priest could pass the level, otherwise the rules would have been broken long ago. Be more detailed.
Liu Ye from the Chuanwu League was a slender female cultivator. Her expression changed, and she shook her head firmly and refused to participate in the second gambling battle.
He would rather compensate the Wei family with double the deposit of spiritual stones, knowing that he couldn't do it, or risk death in a gambling match for another family. That is really hopelessly stupid.
Wei Chuhou's face was so gloomy that it could drip with water. He glanced at the old dwarf in the sky who had nothing to do with him, and sighed helplessly in his heart.
He glanced at the other four Wei family foundation-building cultivators and his subordinates, all of them dodge their eyes and did not dare to look at him. Their high spirits before setting off became a joke.
He had already made a decision in his heart, stared at Wei Wenqian who was hiding behind others, and shouted: "Come in!"
Wei Wenqian looked at his uncle in horror, his face turning pale instantly. He knew that his uncle was blaming him for not doing things well yesterday and for not showing the courage to smash down the Yuzhu Gate with the spirit stone, which led to today's disaster.
Things are hard to do in a big family.
If you do more, you will make a mistake; if you don't do it, you will make a mistake.
"A man from the Wei family died calmly. Wen Qian, why are you dawdling?"
Another Jindan monk shouted in a low voice.
After their ancestor died, they were a little confused.
When the matter reached this point, several of their heads, Jin Dan, reached an agreement through a few words of communication.
They couldn't win the gambling battle, and the verbal promises of the demon clan elders did not count. Taisu Mountain could no longer afford to offend them, so they could only seek the protection of a few human clan elders, regardless of how much wealth they had.
Wei Wenqian, who caused trouble for his family, was treated as an abandoned son and sent to put out the fire in Taisu Mountain.
Facing Wei Wen, who was rushing toward him without any instructions, Chen Mou threw out a ball of molten fire wire, which turned into flying fireworks needles several feet in size. The threads were wrapped around each other and shot out, easily dispatching his opponent thirty feet away.
He did not draw his sword, and looked at his opponent who was dying from exhaustion, with no change in his face.
Blessed by his tyrannical consciousness and luck-transforming energy, his fire technique is no less effective than ordinary secret techniques. It is easy to perform and extremely powerful.
Taoist Master Jian Yan nodded slightly and said, "In the second game of gambling, Chen Mi wins!"
He knows how to hide his clumsiness. So far, he has not revealed any means to reveal his identity. However, being able to perform an ordinary fire technique so wonderfully shows that he has a solid foundation.
Wei Chuhou cupped his hands and said: "Two elders have worked hard to bear witness. On behalf of Wangyou Casino and Hufeng Teahouse, I will admit defeat in this gambling battle and offer the lottery. Please Taisushan to raise your noble hand and let Wangyou Casino and Hufeng Teahouse go."
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He had no choice but to give in. Without the big tree behind him, it was full of dangers and eerie.
The old dwarf didn't want to show off anymore, and kept sneering on his face.
I really couldn't touch the Taoist boy's feet. The water was very deep.
Taoist priest Jian Yan raised his hand slightly, took in the storage bag offered by the other party, and then used his magic power to send the lottery to Chen Mou. He could not act like a bad guy and make peace for both parties.
The cause of the past is the result of today.
Even Zhang Lie, who had the best personal relationship with Wei Wuyi, hid. His relationship with Wei Wuyi was average, so why did he get involved?
Wei Chuhou once again presented a storage bag and said: "The millions of spiritual stone tickets are ready. Please Shanzhu Chen return the body of the ancestor. Thank you, Chuhou!"
He bowed and bowed.
Several monks behind him, except Liu Ye and a middle-aged man who retreated far away, all bowed and bowed.
A long way away, Chen Mou turned aside and received no courtesy.
A transaction is a transaction, don't try to involve friendship.
He took out a storage bag and used magic power to send it to Taoist Jian Yan in the air. Taoist Jian Yan served as a witness and completed a huge transaction worth one million spiritual stones.
He knew very well that Wei Chuhou and others hated him to the core, but were also afraid of the revenge of the forces "behind" him. With such conflicting feelings, he would not be confused and approach Wei Chuhou and others alone.
When Shangguan was promoted, Hua Chaoyue and others had already stepped forward to join the young master, with unabashed smiles on their faces.
In just a short period of time, they earned two million spiritual stones, and no matter how good their city was, it would still leak.
Working with a young man with great skills and a strong background can make money much faster than robbing people on the road, and their identity can be exposed, so the resentment in the hearts of the three people has disappeared a bit.
The old dwarf also felt bored and disappeared in a flash.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Taoist Master Jian Yan completed the transaction for both parties, landed on the ground, chatted with Chen Mou for a few words, and then flew away.
Deacon Xue ran out of nowhere, clasped his hands and said, "Congratulations to Master Chen Shan, congratulations to Master Chen." He talked a lot of polite nonsense, and sent a few people down the mountain. At this moment, he couldn't flatter Chen Shan, who had no idea of his background. The Lord has his own ideas.
The Wei family's group of people had long since left sadly.
Chen Mou took a look at the sky and said: "Shangguansheng, you lead your two men back to the mountain first. I will stay with them in the city for two more days. The day after tomorrow is the auction of the Baicaofang shop, so it is rare to run around. Go."
Shangguan Sheng accepted the order and left with his men.
Shen Xing and Hua Chaoyue were on the left and right, guarding the cold-looking young master, worried that there would be an assassination on the street. Behind them were two foundation-building gangsters who admired the young master very much.
There were people coming and going on the street, and it was very lively.
Five people walked into a large inn and rented a large guest house with two entrances.
Chen Mou walked into the main room in the backyard, released the second-level ghost to guard the door, activated the room formation, and went to rest, leaving four people behind to patrol and protect.
Appearing in the Hexagonal Pavilion by the lake, Chen Mou relaxed physically and mentally, and stretched out comfortably. In Qianfeng City, his heart was always on his mind, but he was not as relaxed and calm as he appeared on the surface. He picked up the bowl of fruity wine that Lao Yuan poured for him and drank it all in one gulp.
"Divide the spoils, divide the spoils."
Putting down the empty bowl, Mr. Chen shouted, took out a stack of spiritual stone tickets from his sleeve, and slapped it on the stone table in front of Lao Yuan.
"Repay the capital of 600,000 yuan, and give the other 200,000 yuan to Mr. Shi Shanggong and Yuan Bo for running errands. How about that? Is it interesting?"
Mr. Chen, a wealthy and arrogant man, pressed the hand holding the Lingshi ticket, but refused to let go.
"Oh, I turned my hand to make clouds, turned my hand to make rain, and made money."
When Yuan Hou saw Qian's eyes open, he waved his sleeves and gently took the spirit stone ticket that was almost pressed into the stone table into his hand. "Whoa", "whoa" he pulled it in the palm of his hand. He grinned and said: "Me and the chief priest's." What about one portion, did you swallow it all to yourself?"
"Drinking, drinking, talking about money hurts feelings!"
"We can talk about this."
"The high priest is upright and has a clean breeze on your sleeves. You are very popular and don't smell like copper..."
"Don't talk about those who have it and don't have it. I only smell of alcohol and I will definitely divide the spoils!"