He Yunzi looked serious: "I must first state that if you choose to continue the game, your opponent in the fourth game will be a person who is half-step to the Xuanzong realm."
Hearing this, Chen Shen nodded without hesitation: "I want to continue. And there's no need to wait, let's start immediately!"
"oh?"
He Yunzi's eyes lit up.
Obviously, this is the answer he most wants to hear.
As the organizer of the Magic Medicine Arena, He Yunzi certainly hopes that the contestants can help them attract more and larger gambling funds, so that their profits will increase.
There is no doubt that a person who has won three battles and three victories chooses to immediately start the next one. This is a manifestation of confidence, and it is a gimmick worthy of hype - after all, his own cultivation level is only at the level of the Seven-Star Xuanhuang.
"Wow? This kid really dares to continue the competition!"
"Half-step Xuanzong is not comparable to opponents at the level of the Nine-Star Xuanhuang Realm."
"Well...he won the last game, 90% of it was due to luck. Who makes Hanrent a coward who dare not go head-on with his opponent?"
"If he thinks he can be so lucky every time, he's really a fool."
"Hehe, have you been dazzled by the victory? It's pitiful... he is too young after all."
"Yes, examples like this happen from time to time."
"As a result, except for a few super monsters who fought all the way to ten consecutive victories, the others were all reduced to stepping stones trampled by the strong."
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"Humph, my aunt guessed right, you really want to continue playing."
At this time, Yun Guxue had landed gracefully in front of Chen Shen.
In this regard, He Yunzi just looked at it calmly, not worried at all that the little beauty would be harmful to the competitors.
Not to mention the general rules jointly set by the eighteen heaven-level sects in the Free City, even if we put aside the city rules, the Divine Medicine Sect will never allow a competitor who has entered the Medicine God Arena to be beaten by anyone other than his opponent.
kill.
If someone really does something like this, not only will he die, but his clan members and his sect will also be implicated.
The so-called name of a person is the shadow of a tree.
In the cultivation world, there are really not many people who dare to bear the wrath of the Yaoshen Sect, one of the three sects, seven sects and one Jedi!
When he walked in front of Chen Shen, Yungu Xueyu raised his hand and threw a mysterious ring to him: "Well, there are 1.5 million kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones in it. I will give it to you together with this seven-star space mysterious ring."
Already."
Perhaps because Chen Shen made her a fortune, the little witch seemed to be in a good mood, with the corners of her cherry-red mouth always slightly raised.
Chen Shen nodded and asked: "By the way, after fighting three battles in a row, I discovered that the Medicine God League is not only an arena, but also a big casino!"
"Many guests will place bets."
Yun Guxue's slender red eyebrows jumped: "Huh? Do you want to play too?"
"Isn't it possible?"
"It's okay, but...the racer can only bet on himself to win."
Chen Shen laughed dumbly: "Ha, of course. Is it possible that there are still people who would bet on their opponent to win?"
"Uh... I understand. According to the mechanism of the Magic Medicine Arena, I'm afraid there are actually many people who would do this."
"Bet all the spiritual stones on your opponent to win, and then admit defeat as soon as the game starts. Anyway, with the protection of the power of the ice formation, you won't die if you lose, but you can make a lot of money afterwards."
"Hehe, you're not too stupid."
Yun Guxue smiled: "Although you won the last battle too cleverly, but... luck is also a part of strength, keep up the good work!"
Yun Guxue had just used her Xuan Neng Wings, and seemed to remember something again. She tilted her head and said, "By the way, if you really can't see the hope of winning, remember to blow up your life bracelet."
"Don't hold on, no one will thank you for it."
"Ha, I didn't expect this little witch to think about me?"
As soon as this thought came up, I heard the other party add in a cold voice: "Well, the above is what my aunt asked me to bring to you."
"Fuck...I knew it."
Chen Shen rolled his eyes and lay flat on the ground again.
The orange-yellow afterglow of the evening shines through the translucent Xuanzhen light curtain and reflects on the sleepy cheeks of this young man.
Although it didn't take much time to win three out of three games, the process of waiting for the opponent always seemed long.
Chen Shen originally thought that this time he would wait for more than half an hour.
Who would have thought that in just half a quarter of an hour, the familiar sound of the keel stone gate being lifted would have reached the ears.
"Tap, step, step, step..."
As the sound of steady footsteps approached from far away, He Yunzi said solemnly: "The opponent of the blue side Tulong in the fourth battle is one of the disciples of Sima Tiangang of the Tiangang Sect: Wu Xianfeng, half-step Xuanzong!"
"Wha, what?"
"Wucao! Wu Xianfeng? A disciple of one of the top ten Tiangang Sects?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, any half-step Xuanzong can defeat two or three Nine-Star Xuanhuang, or even more!"
"What's more, the one appearing now is a well-established figure."
"Isn't that right? If it were replaced by an ordinary half-step Xuanzong, Tulong might not be able to give it a try, but now..."
"It's really sad. That kid's winning streak is about to end with this one."
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"Okay, fifteen minutes of betting time, let's begin!"
As soon as He Yunzi finished speaking, the guest seats were already filled with people——
"Do you still have to choose? I bet on the red side, Wu Xianfeng, to win, with 100,000 kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones!"
"I vote for Wu Xianfeng and win, 60,000 kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones!"
"Uh... all I lost was four thousand kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones. Damn it, for the last time, I bet on the blue earth dragon to win!"
"Brother Chen, can you lend me thirty thousand kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones?"
"Go, go, brother, I still think there are not enough spiritual stones: forty-five thousand kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones, bet on the red side and win!"
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More than 90% of the guests bet on Wu Xianfeng to win without hesitation. Even though they knew that the Medicine God Tournament might be a "fake match", they still had no hesitation.
After all... standing behind Wu Xianfeng is Sima Youchuan, one of the top ten Tiangangs.
A strong man of his level would never let his reputation become infamous just to make a quick buck, so the possibility of fake competitions is extremely slim.
Except for a very small number of cultivators who had a sense of luck, or who had already lost most of their big bets in the first three games, and simply bet the last few spiritual stones on an unpopular one with high odds, the vast majority of the guests chose the red side to win.
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After just a hundred breaths: "Dang Dang Dang Dang!"
Gambling statisticians have already sounded the alarm: "The odds between the two sides have reached ten to one. Guests who bet on the red side to win, please wait a moment."
"Is there anyone who bets on the blue side to win? If not, close the game immediately!"
It turns out that the highest odds of the Medicine God League can only be ten to one. If the ratio exceeds this ratio, the odds will be closed.
"Damn it, I'm too slow, I'm going to close the deal!"
"Oh, it's a pity...it was originally a win."
At this time, Chen Shen raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I'll have some fun too. One and a half million kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones. I bet on myself to win!"