The so-called seven disciples are naturally the favorite disciples of King Jing Lu Shixuan. They are very powerful and have already made a great name in the cultivation world of Zhao Kingdom. For example, they have done many commendable events such as annihilating the Three Heroes of Yuanbei and killing the Six Evils of Lin Yuan. They are called
As one of the Seven Heroes of Zhongzhou, he is quite powerful and makes the old guy proud.
Hearing their master's arrangement, the Seven Heroes of Zhongzhou were secretly happy and felt that this was a rare opportunity. After all, the world's heroes gathered here. If they could severely injure King Ling's followers, wouldn't they become more famous and gain fame for their master? Wouldn't they kill two birds with one stone?
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These seven people have always cooperated tacitly. They took a step forward almost at the same time, showing a fan shape to distinguish them from other disciples. Everyone took a closer look. After all, they had heard about the reputation of the Seven Heroes for a long time, but they didn't know what they looked like. Now they are lucky enough.
Once you see it, you can’t miss it.
I saw that the seven of them were all very old, at least in their sixties, and the eldest was probably over eighty. He had white hair and walnut lines on his face, but his eyes were sharp and energetic, and he seemed to have an extraordinary overall aura.
It would be almost the same if they were said to be seven evil wolves. There was a fierce light in their eyes, and all kinds of weapons in their hands were pointed towards King Ling. They looked like menaces, and they did not take this young man seriously at all, because
After all, this is the Kingdom of Zhao, and it is Zhongzhou. Their master, King Jing, has the sphere of influence. No matter how powerful your surname is Qiu, this is not the Kingdom of Yan. How can you be allowed to do whatever you want? Isn’t it just a dream?
The eldest among them was the eldest disciple, and said with a ferocious face: "Master has an order, do you dare to go out to fight? If you are not afraid of death, come out quickly, and let us, the Seven Heroes of Zhongzhou, destroy all of you, the little devils."
Looking at the old guy Prince Jing and these seven beast-like old men, Qiu Yu smiled lightly and said casually: "This is really a tiger falling in Zhongzhou and being bullied by dogs. You just look like crooked melons and cracked jujubes. There is no human shape at all."
, seeing that your seals are gray and your eyes are dull, you are bound to have bad luck. Since you are clamoring so much and insisting on seeking death, I, the king, will help you."
As he waved his hand, Taoist Qingfeng, Monk Lulu, Living Zombie, Big and Little Qiao, as well as the Long-Eyebrow Monster and the Hanged Man all came forward, each holding a unique weapon, which surprised everyone watching in the arena.
Are they still human? They look like ghosts, as if they just came out of hell. It’s so scary!
Someone lost their voice and said: "What are these things? They are so scary. Their weapons are also extremely weird. They have white bones, blood-red front fangs, and mourning sticks that exude a sinister and whooshing atmosphere..."
Some rebel leaders said solemnly: "As the saying goes, there are no weak soldiers under a strong general. With King Ling's reputation so great, his subordinates should not be bad. The seven heroes of Zhongzhou may not be able to get a good deal."
Another leader of Jingyun Village responded disapprovingly, "That's not necessarily the case. Prince Ling looks like a young boy. Maybe he is just a person with a false reputation. He is not worth mentioning. As for these ugly monsters, they have no reputation at all. They are probably all
They are obscure guys, ugly people just make mischief, it’s no big deal.”
Leader Chen of the Liehuo Gang on the right praised: "What Master Xu said makes sense. The Seven Heroes of Zhongzhou are the most outstanding disciples of King Jing. They are extremely powerful and have killed many evil demons and heretics. We should be able to kill these demons easily without any effort."
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The rebel leaders gathered here included the leaders of the 15th Route Rebel King and the 46th Village. Seeing that the Seven Heroes of Zhongzhou and the seven followers of King Ling were at war with each other and were about to fight, there was a lot of discussion.
These guys are all reckless heroes, heroes of the green forest, and most of them are good at gambling. Among them, the leader of Hu Village in Tunjing Village has a strong back and waist, a big beard that almost covers half of his face, and a voice like a loud bell, giving people a sense of heroic spirit.
Feeling that, he immediately proposed to set up a bet on the spot to bet on which side would win.
The guy said loudly: "Since the seven heroes of Zhongzhou are going to fight against the seven masters of King Ling to see who is more powerful, one side must knock down all the other side to be considered the winner. Let's just make a bet, one to one.
Regarding the odds, everyone can hurry up and place your bets, at least one hundred gold coins..."
Many leaders were very interested and took out their gold tickets to place bets. Leader Hu immediately stretched out his finger and scratched the table. Then wood chips flew into the air, and a deep mark appeared on the long table. His finger was like a chisel and he wrote "
The word "Jing" represents the Seven Heroes of Zhongzhou, and the word "Ling" is written on the right, which means Qiu Yu's side. Most of the leaders are betting on the victory of the Seven Heroes of Zhongzhou. There are many gold tickets piled up on the left side of the long table, with the total number reaching more than 100,000 gold coins.
There are so many, and there are only a few gold tickets on the right, the amount is only more than 2,000 gold coins, the difference is very big.
"Everyone, the bets are gone...the competition is about to begin, are there any bets?" Village Leader Hu shouted loudly, "What's going on? Everyone is not optimistic about King Ling's side. Place your bets here."
Too little…”
Some of the leaders smiled and said nothing, obviously believing that the Seven Heroes of Zhongzhou were sure of victory. After all, regarding these disciples of King Jing, they knew that their abilities were extraordinary, even higher than many village leaders. Who knew about the so-called masters of King Ling?
What are your abilities? Just because you are ugly doesn’t mean you are powerful!
Some leaders immediately spoke out. For example, Gang Leader Chen of the Fiery Gang shouted loudly, "Everyone must know how capable the Seven Heroes of Zhongzhou are. I think back when Lin Yuan and the Six Evils dominated one side, they were all murderous demons.
He lost his life at the hands of the Seven Heroes. Those of King Ling's men are unknown, so how can they be the opponent of the Seven Heroes? Anyone with a discerning eye can see that, whoever doesn't buy the Seven Heroes to win, then just wait to lose money."
Suddenly, a clear and sweet voice was heard from King Ling's side, "I just don't believe in this evil. The fight hasn't started yet. The devil knows who will win or lose. Not to mention that no one is optimistic about King Ling's masters. My Majesty.
If you bet 100,000 gold coins on these masters, if you win, you will definitely hit the Seven Heroes of Zhongzhou..."
Everyone was surprised and looked over in confusion. The speaker was King Li Sima Yanran. Many of the leaders looked excited because they all bet on the Seven Heroes of Zhongzhou to win. If no one bet on King Ling and his entourage, they would not win either.
How much is it? Now this woman is acting so recklessly that she actually bet one hundred thousand gold coins, making them think they can win a lot of money.
Leader Hu was startled, and seeing that the other party was a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but said loudly: "Prince Li, you really want to bet on Prince Ling and those who will win, don't blame me for not reminding you, everyone doesn't
Be optimistic about them, one hundred thousand gold coins is a huge amount of money, don't lose it all by then."
Leader Chen was afraid that King Li would go back on his word and he would not win any money, so he hummed, "Master Hu, please stop talking nonsense. Maybe King Li has figured out the way. If she is willing to place a bet, don't stop her."
Sima Yanran is no longer young. Compared with Xiao Nizi who is inexperienced in worldly affairs, she has a clear heart. She naturally knows that Gang Leader Chen has bad intentions and is not angry. She took out a thick stack of gold tickets from the ring and said calmly:
"That's right, I am not a fool. If there is little chance of winning, would you dare to make a big bet? To be honest, I am optimistic about King Ling. I think he is a genius of the world and his subordinates are not wimps, so I bet on them to win.
Yes, you must place a bet."
An old man came forward from behind, and he was King Li's right-hand man. He took the golden ticket and walked downwards. He casually placed the 100,000 gold ticket on the half table with the word "Ling" on it and completed the bet.
The total number of golden tickets on the table was nearly 300,000, which was considered a huge gamble. Many onlookers found it very interesting and admired the courage of Prince Li Sima Yanran. They felt that this woman had the aura to stand up to women, so no wonder she became a fifteen-year-old.
The only woman among Lu Fanwang is indeed not an ordinary person.
It's just that the vast majority of people are also very sorry and believe that this woman's one hundred thousand gold coins will be wasted. Some people are eager to see the results and urge: "Get off the field quickly, fight quickly, and see who is stronger."