"Hahahaha, you dare to call it gambling in front of me, it's just a trick." Xiong Fei didn't care at all about the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in blue shirt and the tall and thin man with his gloves on his sleeves.
The weirdo in the story responded with no scruples. After listening to the conversation between the two, he couldn't help but laugh disdainfully and said jokingly. He didn't know where this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in blue shirt got his confidence, let alone
I don't know where this tall, thin weirdo came from.
"Thirteen, you can call me Mr. Thirteen." Seeing Xiong Fei turn his gaze to him, Thirteen moved his hands in his sleeves and said to the other party, indicating his identity. Then he said
: "Let me make it clear that I am not in the same group as this young man. As for your bet, I can be a notary."
"That's very good, then Mr. Shisan is here to help." Xiong Fei understood the other party's position, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. This weirdo named Shisan had an evil intention.
You can't see through the opponent. If the monster is just one step away from you, you will inevitably have to spend more time on your own, and in this case the gain will outweigh the loss.
"Boy, how do you want to bet, and how you want to gamble. I have a variety of gambling equipment here, and there are many ways to play. There are hundreds of ways to play dice. I wonder if you are interested. As for this simplest one
The method of gambling is to fight until all the people in this gambling house are defeated. If you win, you will take the lame dog away. If you lose, the lame dog is also a useless person. I will not embarrass him.
How about you stay here and eat and drink, then I will take you to meet a big shot. No matter whether you lose or win the bet, you will not suffer any loss."
"Then let's take the most direct gambling method." Ye Yinfeng exhaled a breath, then stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the edgeless black iron sword from his back. It didn't even have a scabbard.
"Okay, it's refreshing enough, and you have the guts." Xiong Fei showed his big yellow teeth and grinned. The silly man behind him was even more excited, and he raised his feet and was about to step forward.
With a "pop" sound, the big silly man just lifted his feet, but the skinny Xiong Fei jumped up and slapped him in the face, "Why are you so anxious? It's not your turn to appear yet.
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A red five-finger mark immediately appeared on the face of the silly big man, but he was neither annoyed nor angry. He grinned again, and stared at Ye Yinfeng for a long time with a ghostly look like a wolf in his eyes.
"Haha" the silly big man withdrew his gaze, looked at Xiong Fei, who was a head shorter than him, and laughed stupidly. If it weren't for the ferocious blood marks on his face, maybe he would be like this
His smile can be said to be naive. But it's okay if he doesn't smile. When he smiles, the blood marks on his face immediately start to squirm, like a fleshy and ferocious worm crawling around on his face. It's scary to say how creepy it is.
How terrifying.
"Boy, don't blame me for not reminding you, wait until I go in to make arrangements, hehe, let me",
Thirteen's eyes were opened today. A young man who doesn't play his cards according to the usual rules can be said to be young. However, the boss of this gambling house is like a rogue in the market. He still wants to go in and arrange something. Is he so aggressive?
The big stupid guy he brought here was not a show-off. Since the fight was going to start, let’s just stop it and start the fight. The boy was also so obedient that he avoided the other two and let the two of them enter the gambling house.
There are always weird people like this, especially this year. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In this way, Thirteen inexplicably started a bet with this young man, and what was even more inexplicable for him became the relationship between the young man and the gambling house owner.
The notary of the bet. These days, it's really hard for him to understand. But his pace is still not slow, and he keeps up with the young man named Ye Yinfeng. Because, just in the moment of his random thoughts,
The young man had already rushed into the courtyard of the gambling house like the wind before the door of the gambling house was completely closed.
Thirteen felt as if he had been boarded on a pirate ship. His eyes showed a look that was even more resentful than that of a resentful woman. He stayed on the back of the young man in front of him. There were scattered pieces under his feet.
There were all kinds of weapons on the ground, and he was always in a melancholy mood, just like the lead-colored sky, completely blocked by the sun.
Alas, why is this happening? It has to be like this. Thirteen can be as depressed as you want. What kind of fighting style does that boy have? The move that could have pierced the opponent's chest with a sword was replaced by a kick.
Although the wailing guard knocked down the dead trees behind him, he got up and was still alive and kicking like a wild monkey. If he were to take action, he would never give the opponent the slightest chance, and he would be killed if he took action.
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Another one, oh, it was a waste of a killer's potential. Thirteen was simply suffering from following behind the young man. There were several times when he couldn't help but stretch out his hands hidden in his sleeves. But he was still beaten by him.
He shrank deeply. This feeling was more uncomfortable than killing him. It was simply a kind of torture, which made him feel as if his fingers were scratching his heart. Nowhere in his body was comfortable.
Alas, there is no way to save him. Thirteen lamented in his heart. There was a thud at his feet, and then a guard with bare clothes fell at his feet. The extremely frustrated Thirteen saw a shy face appear before him.
In front of him, he lifted his foot without hesitation and stepped on it. A miserable cry immediately burst out from the man's mouth. At this time, Thirteen felt a little better, and he didn't even look at the people rolling on the ground.
The guard kept wailing in his mouth.
Ye Yinfeng didn't know how many people he had repelled. The iron sword in his hand turned into faint rays of light, slashing and slashing at each figure. The figures fell under his iron sword.
He fell down and fell to the ground before the sword even had time to touch his body. Ye Yinfeng didn't care at all about the weird behavior of this group of guards. He didn't care about himself.
Behind him, Thirteen was so angry that he was about to explode.
There was endless wailing. I don’t know whether they were really maimed by Ye Yinfeng or kicked by Thirteen who secretly applied the poisonous hand. Their exaggerated expressions, pale faces, and the bean juice oozing from their foreheads
Beads of sweat showed how miserable they all were. Ye Yinfeng stopped his body. There was a hall in front of him. Noisy and chaotic sounds began to come from inside, but they all disappeared. At this moment, the hall seemed particularly special.
It was so quiet that only the sound of heavy, rough breathing could be heard coming from the hall.
Ye Yinfeng stopped his steps, and of course Thirteen who followed him also stopped his steps. The two of them did not move forward, but paused for a breath outside the hall. In this breath, there was immediately a steady and sonorous sound.
The sound of footsteps came, and ten strong men walked out of the hall, and the thin man Lai Fei, who had not appeared until the end, suddenly appeared leisurely, with a proud look and a provocative expression.
eyes.
"Yes, yes, you have some skills if you can reach here, but don't think that this is the end, our gambling has just begun." Lai Fei clapped his hands and said to Ye Yinfeng. He had a relaxed style, but his
There was a hidden ferocious color in his eyes, which was like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark. This feeling made people feel uncomfortable, which made Ye Yinfeng frown,
Even Thirteen behind him felt it.
There was a hint of excitement in Thirteen's eyes. The main banquet was about to begin. The first batch was just a piece of cake, just an appetizer. The boss of this gambling house really worked hard, but it became more and more popular.
The more fun it gets, he likes this feeling, the burning blood is as powerful as strong wine.
The ten strong men who walked out of the hall were all dressed in powerful attire, all black and mysterious, and their angular faces had a somewhat chilling and indifferent expression. A touch of blood emanated from their bodies.
There was an evil aura, and a wild and powerful aura emerged from the hands and feet. An invisible chilling majesty spread from their bodies, and instantly filled the courtyard like waterside pavilions, smoke, and pavilions.
Ye Yinfeng's eyes narrowed slightly. The ten people opposite him gave him a feeling of fierceness and fierceness. The level of martial arts was not high, but the blood evil spirit exuding from their bodies was better than ordinary martial arts.
The hands of these ten people must have been stained with the blood of countless lives, and they can have such a bloody aura. The brutal and chilling aura is the unique aura they are used to. The unified movements of this group of people, coupled with the resolute expression on their faces
There was an aura of looking forward to death. No need to guess, these ten people were soldiers in a certain military camp.
After thinking for a while, Ye Yinfeng figured out the key. In terms of strength and background, how could the boss of this gambling house be qualified to let soldiers from the military camp come to his small gambling house to act as guards. Among them.
There must be someone behind the scenes to allow these ten soldiers to mix in. Who else could be so generous except for His Highness the Crown Prince, who has not yet been seen?
Thirteen's eyes shot out with even stronger excitement. Although he felt a little surprised, he was afraid that the world would not be in chaos. How could he care so much. It was getting more and more interesting. Even the imperial army came, and it was still...
They were dispatched in civilian clothes. Of course, the sophisticated Thirteen could see that these ten strong men were the emperor's personal guards, the brave army spirit of Jinling City, the Purple Silver Forbidden Army. Although these ten people were not very high in martial arts,
But they are all murderous masters, and that is a sharp sword in the hands of the man who sits firmly on the throne.
Huo, the ten people stepped forward in neat steps, and a cold breath blew towards their faces. Their cold bodies had knife-like eyes, but the unified movements of the ten people also shocked everyone present. In addition to
The boy in blue shirt holding a dark iron sword in his hand and the tall, thin and weird man with his hands always hidden in his sleeves. Even the owner of the gambling house, Uncle Xiong Fei, was shocked by the powerful momentum of these ten people. In fact, this
He didn't expect this. The man who looked like a butler brought these ten people last night, and then didn't tell him why. He only said that he would temporarily let these ten people pretend to be casino guards.
At this moment, Xiong Fei saw these ten people take action for the first time, and they had such a majestic and powerful momentum. He couldn't help but secretly regret in his heart. If he had known, he would have let these ten people appear early. As a result, all the guards in his casino were still lying on the ground.
I couldn't stop wailing, it was extremely embarrassing.
There were no heroic words before the fierce battle, but no traces of their actions. The ten strong men roared loudly and rushed towards the young man holding the dark iron sword. They used deadly stunts in their hands.
There was no sluggishness at all. Their eyes were like a vicious wolf seeing a weak prey, glowing with a faint and sharp light.
Feeling the sharp aura and the cold and fierce aura coming towards his face, Ye Yinfeng took a deep breath, took a step back slightly, shook his hand, and the dark iron sword turned into a scene.
The shadow of the sword was difficult to penetrate through splashing water. And his body sank slightly, and his legs became unstretched bow strings. The energy in his body surged like a torrent of rivers, and the breath all over his body seemed to have become extremely deep.
Unpredictable.
Thirteen behind him had his eyes narrowed, and there was no obvious expression on his face. But in the next breath, he showed an incredible look of astonishment. The expression on his face was particularly wonderful,
There is anger, there is regret, and there is also a sense of hating that iron cannot become steel.
Yes, Ye Yinfeng still shuttled among the ten men like the wind. The iron sword in his hand was changed into a stab and hit the ten big men in the abdomen without any pain. He was just following him like a shadow.
It brought up afterimages one after another, and wherever he went, a big man fell down, clutching his breath and showing an expression of pain.
They fought from the entrance of the hall to the hall, and from the hall to the courtyard. They knocked down no one knows how many trees that looked like withered trees, and no one knew how many rockery pavilions they knocked over.
Only then did all these ten men fall down. Their faces showed ferocious expressions distorted by the huge pain, but they staggered and tried to get up, but they still had nothing to do. It seemed that they were not pretending.
But Thirteen was really furious, and his originally handsome face became extremely beautiful due to the anger that could not be vented. A pair of eyes that were not very big opened wide,
And his mouth was wide enough to stuff an entire egg into it, and the hands hidden in his sleeves could clearly be seen trembling slightly.
It's so irritating. It's obvious that the other party is going to attack you. It's obvious that he wants to kill you. How can you be so kind? How can you show any kindness at this moment when you are either dead or I am alive?
, this is simply unworthy of the dark sword in your hand.
Thirteen had been watching the whole battle without missing any detail. The young man’s sword skills were as sharp as the embroidery needles in a woman’s hands, without any explosive power. It was just a waste of natural resources and no intention of making progress.
San thought bitterly in his heart, he really couldn't figure out what he was doing, he was really looking for trouble for nothing.
He had never been so angry before. As a killer, it must be a one-hit kill move, nothing fancy like those performers on the street with fancy fists and embroidered legs. The young man could obviously use the sword in his hand to kill that person.
A group of brave and strong men who were not afraid of death killed them one by one, but he still did not kill anyone, and he has not killed anyone until now.
This day was the most depressing day for Thirteen. He was about to explode with anger. He was so depressed that he hated iron but not steel.