He Yunzi was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then asked: "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Any questions?"
"Of course it's no problem."
He Yunzi slowly shook his head: "You bet on yourself to win. This does not violate the rules of the Medicine God League."
"Huh? I didn't expect this young man to be so confident in himself! One and a half million kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones, tsk tsk tsk."
"Hey, I don't care if he has confidence or not."
"I only know that if the blue team raises the bet and breaks the sealing point, it means that we can place bets again - I will bet twenty-five thousand kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones, and the red team will win!"
"Thirty thousand kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones, the red side wins!"
"I also bet on the red side to win, with 76,300 kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones."
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In the space of a few words, the vacancy for one and a half million kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones was filled again, and the odds between the two sides returned to one to ten.
At this time, Chen Xiaoyun's face became more and more gloomy in the top-level viewing seats: "Sima Youchuan, this old bastard, actually sent his own disciple to seize the position and became Tulong's opponent?"
"The content of his secret transmission before may also be related to this..."
Sima Youchuan leaned back in his chair comfortably and spoke unhurriedly: "I am willing to admit defeat in the last game."
"I didn't expect that the native dog you were looking for was actually a fierce dog."
"I thought you won before. I wonder if Chen Xiangu is interested in betting with me again?"
"This time...let's bet bigger!"
"Buzz!"
At the same time as he spoke the words, he flicked his fingertips, and a white light suddenly appeared, and a talisman pen with a pure white body and an eagle carved on it emerged.
Sima Youchuan held the penholder between two or three fingers and turned it in circles, and chuckled: "Haha, this Xingyue Eagle Lin pen is the treasure that I have treasured for many years: the low-grade secret weapon of the underground class!"
"Aunt Chen, you should know very well that the value of a mysterious weapon is more than ten times higher than an ordinary mysterious weapon of the same grade!"
"How about I bet your Four Seasons Sword Set with it?"
The Four Seasons Sword Set is a weapon inherited by Chen Xiaoyun from a deceased ancestor of the Fuyao Sect. It is a set of four swords, namely Spring Rain, Summer Fire, Autumn Wind, and Winter Cold.
Taken apart individually, each sword is a low-grade mysterious weapon; the power of the four swords combined is particularly astonishing, and the total value is no less than seven or eight pieces of the same grade of mysterious weapons.
However, compared to the low-grade talisman "Sly Soldier", the Four Seasons Sword is still slightly inferior.
Chen Xiaoyun said in a cold voice: "Huh, the Four Seasons Sword is my own mysterious weapon, and it is also something entrusted by a senior."
"You want me to bet this with you, don't you think it's ridiculous?"
"Okay, then I will make another concession: as long as you randomly take out four low-grade mysterious weapons, I will recognize them. This is okay, right?"
Chen Xiaoyun said in her heart that she was bored and was about to refuse.
At this moment, Chen Shen's sharp and firm eyes suddenly looked over.
As if she had telepathy, Chen Xiaoyun lowered her head slightly, and after catching the other person's eyes, she was able to read his mind: "This kid... wants me to take over Sima Youchuan's bet? Where did he come from?
Can you win with confidence?"
Chen Shen smiled calmly and nodded.
This look made Chen Xiaoyun feel relieved for no reason: "It's really strange. How could I trust him so much? Believe in a strange boy who I only met once?"
She slowly stretched out her hand, tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, took a deep breath, seemed to have made a lot of determination, and said, "Okay, I'll bet with you!"
"The Fuyao Sect just gave me four low-grade Xuan weapons for this auction ceremony."
"I originally planned to put them up for bidding at the Liberty City auction, but now... I have decided to take them out to win against you first!"
"Oh? Are you serious about this?"
Sima Youchuan's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Nonsense, do you still want to bet? If not, forget it!"
Chen Xiaoyun rolled her eyelids and said with a disrespectful attitude: "But I have one more condition: if Tulong wins, you must slap yourself twice as apology for calling him a Tulong all the time."
As a senior executive of one of the eighteen sects that jointly rule the City of Freedom, Sima Youchuan is very clear that with Fuyao Fairy's status, she has the power to make arbitrary decisions based on the situation of the Fuyao Sect in the City of Freedom.
In other words, as long as she nods, it is not impossible to gamble with Sima Youchuan with those four earth-level auction items.
However, earth-level mysterious objects and mysterious weapons are valuable.
If it's a mysterious pill or mysterious talisman, it's fine. A low-grade underground mysterious pill or mysterious talisman is only worth tens of thousands of gold or a high-grade spiritual stone. An extremely rare one may be sold for hundreds of thousands of gold.
But if it is Xuan Bing, the low-grade earth-level things are far beyond what the previous one or two million kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones can compare with.
The value of mysterious weapons of the same level is often dozens or even hundreds of times higher than that of mysterious pills and mysterious talismans!
Therefore, Sima Youchuan grinned: "Hahaha, gamble, how can you not gamble? As for your additional conditions... I also agree!"
"I don't believe that that little bitch who came from nowhere can defeat the disciple who was trained by me personally?"
"But...for a treasure of this level, I always feel a little uneasy when I say nothing."
"Huh! You don't have to say that? I can't trust your character even more."
Chen Xiaoyun said in a cold voice: "We must make a blood oath and blood contract as proof!"
"Just what I wanted."
"Please wait!"
At this time, Yun Guxue stood up suddenly, took off a space mysterious ring and threw it into the hands of a certain gambling supervisor: "Since the immortals believe in Chen Shen, I, too, should fill in my share."
"There are 1.5 million kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones in the Xuan Ring. Let's bet on the Blue Square Earth Dragon to win!"
Chen Xiaoyun pursed her lips and smiled: "Haha, all the earth-level mysterious soldiers have gambled away, so I might as well take out some spiritual stones to play with."
"Three million kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones to support the blue earth dragon."
As Immortal Fuyao, the number of millions of kilograms of spiritual stones does not need to be settled on the spot like Yun Guxue did. The person in charge of registration has already recorded this amount.
"Wow~ That's great, Blue has raised the bet again! There is an extra 4.5 million kilograms in total."
"Quick, quick, quick, I want to bet on the red side and win fifty thousand kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones."
"Hmm... Since Fairy Fuyao has invested so much, I might as well get more, what if I win? I want to add the blue square earth dragon to win, 10,000 kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Sima Tiangang is willing to bet even the low-grade sneak soldiers, so it can't be a tricky 'fake match' - I bet on the red side to win, with one hundred thousand kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones."
"I also bet on the red side to win. Eighty-four thousand kilograms of high-grade spiritual stones. This is my entire net worth!"
The bet between Sima Youchuan and Chen Xiaoyun, coupled with Yun Guxue's bet on Lan Fang, once again caused an uproar...