There was some confusion on the stage. Over at Shiyu, Hua Jihong and a middle-aged man were checking Hua Jixian's injuries. The middle-aged man was none other than the father of Hua Jihong's siblings, Hua Hai.
"Dad, is your sister okay?"
"Don't worry, it's just that the wrist bone is injured." Hua Hai spoke easily, but his brows knitted together, "Jihong, was this Cheng Yu the one who hurt you last time?"
"Well, this guy has simple moves and great power."
"This Cheng Yu is not simple. He practices kung fu horizontally? It doesn't look like it. Could it be..." Hua Hai looked worried.
"Senior Brother Hua, there is nothing to worry about. The most powerful among them is Song Tianxu, my own nephew. I know that Bufan can handle it." Song Jiyu comforted next to him.
"I'll explain to you Feifan in a moment, and stop there. Don't hurt Tianxu too seriously. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain it to big brother."
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"Little brother, my great benefactor, thank you! Thank you!" Gouwa shouted from the audience, extremely excited and excited!
"Chun Ni'er, brother will take you to eat something delicious later."
"Brother Gouwa, don't you have no money?"
"Yes, my father asked me to bring 10,000 yuan. I was originally going to give it to your father as a deposit, but I saved it now."
"Then don't spend money randomly, be more economical." Before the girl got married, she was worried about living a good life.
"Well, I will listen to you from now on..."
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Boom, drum, drum, drum, drum, drum, drum, drums and gongs came from outside the crowd.
"Come and bet, come and bet, bet big, win big, go home and drive your Santana!" A young man shouted loudly with a loudspeaker in his hand.
"Next match: Timely Rain Liu Shaotian, second brother martial arts school Wang Lei"
"Intermediate martial artist Liu Shaotian, his stick skills are amazing; Wang Lei, a senior martial artist, his stick skills may be even more amazing; the current odds are 1 to 1." The loudspeaker actually briefly introduced the situation of both opponents.
"Come and bet, come and bet, once in a lifetime, there are many opportunities!"
"The more you bet, the more you win, and you will get your wife tomorrow; the more you bet, the more you win, and you can go home and drive your Santana!"
"I vote 100, Wang Lei wins"
"Second brother, why did you vote for Wang Lei?"
"You have no brains. Everyone has said that Wang Lei is a senior martial artist and Liu Shaotian is an intermediate martial artist. If the senior versus the intermediate, who do you think will win?"
"Then, I also vote 100, Wang Lei wins!"
"I vote..." If someone takes the lead, others will follow. Where there are many people, they like to swarm.
"Current Odds 1.3 to 0.8" the odds that change from time to time are broadcast on the loudspeaker.
"Damn, why did it become 0.8 again? 0.8 is just 0.8. Then I'll bet on Wang Lei too. I'll bet more, 1,000."
"I'll put in some more, 10 yuan."
"Damn it, do you know how you will die in the future?"
"How will I die in the future?"
"You have to die (KOU sound), look at the way you are asking for money, you can't spend more!" He snatched the money from his hand and gave it all to the person who collected the money.
"You, that fucking number is 3000, count it carefully and don't let me get it wrong!"
"Damn it, just wait. If you lose, I'll strangle you to death!" He gritted his teeth and cursed.
"Okay, I'll wait. If I win, let's see what you say. You pig-brained guy, can you lose at a high level versus an intermediate level?"
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"Current odds 1.5 to 0.7"
"I vote 50, Liu Shaotian wins!"
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"Isn't this the boy named Zhu? He really did this. No wonder I haven't seen him these days." Qiu Zizhao first heard who the voice was.
"It's really Senior Brother Zhu, this guy is quite interesting." Cheng Yu also remembered.
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The performance on the court returned to normal, and soon, Liu Shaotian from the Timely Rain Martial Arts School successfully counterattacked and won the game.
"Damn it, I lost more than three thousand, and it's all your fault!"
"I also lost more than a thousand, and I am willing to admit defeat. Why do you blame me!"
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"Come and vote, come and stake!..." the loudspeaker shouted again.
"Next game: Gao Long versus Song Tianjiao, a senior martial artist versus an intermediate martial artist. Gao Long, his marksmanship is amazing; Song Tianjiao, his whip technique is also amazing!"
"Opportunities are rare. Those who won money just now, keep investing and keep winning."
"Those who lost money just now still have a chance. Keep investing, and you can get your money back!"
"The current odds are 0.9 to 1.1!"
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"My 200, Gao Long wins!"
"I also get 200, Gao Long wins!"
"My 10 yuan, Song Tianjiao wins!"
"Why is the deposit so small?" asked the person who collected the money.
"I have no money, I just lost."
"If you don't have money, go home and get it. Go to a credit union to get it. What a pity that you missed such a good opportunity!" Someone nearby gave me some advice.
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On the stage, Song Tianjiao lost the competition and her face was tense.
"Senior sister, winning or losing is normal. Don't be unhappy. I'm a level above you." Cheng Yuqiuzi called a group of people around to persuade him.
"It's okay, Junior Sister Tianjiao, I'll avenge you to see what happens to Senior Brother!" Xu Fei assured, patting his chest.
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There were far fewer people watching the game peacefully in the audience, and the casino was getting more and more lively.
Xu Fei came back with the victory, the score was 4 to 4.
"How about it, junior sister, senior brother, just keep what you say!" Xu Fei's eyebrows were beaming, his expression was excited, and he was proud of himself.
"Well done, son." Xu Huairen came over and patted Xu Fei on the shoulder, feeling elated that our Xu family had an opportunity.
"Fellow folks, audience friends, the exciting moment has finally arrived." The host incited the audience's enthusiasm.
"Please enjoy the exciting showdown at the top of the martial arts list between the two schools. Performers: Zhang Bufan from Shiyu Wushu School and Song Tianxu from Second Brother Wushu School!"
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"The protagonist finally appears. I want to take a good look at these two."
"Handsome boy, handsome man, I love you. You are dueling for me. I will chase whoever is stronger!" The nympho jumped and shouted.
"Come to vote, come to bet, come to buy, come to bet!" Seeing many people return to the stage, the loudspeaker shouted even more joyfully.
"The big deal is coming, someone is betting 3 million!"
"Current odds: Zhang Bufan 0.1 times, Song Tianxu 8 times."
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"Damn, Zhang Bufan is 8 times better. In other words, if I invest 1,000, I can win 8,000."
"Yes, according to the current odds, this is the case, but the odds change." The money collector explained while collecting the money.
"I also buy Song Tianxu 200,"
"2000, Song Tianxu."
"50,000, Song Tianxu wins!"
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"Come and buy, come and bet, Zhang Bufan vs. Song Tianxu, the current odds are 0.8 to 1.1."
The shouting below was lively, and the fight on stage was indeed exciting.
Song Tianxu's sword moves lightly, and a white shadow flies up and down;
Zhang Bufan is calm and calm, and handles the situation calmly with a heavy sword in black clothes.
One is like a dragon entering the sea, and the other is like a tiger roaring in the forest.
When fighting, it's like going to a blacksmith's shop, with tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, as if at a blacksmith's shop.
After they separated, it was like entering the imperial study room again, standing attentively and listening, but there was no sound.
These two knew what they meant to the school, and they really tried their best when they started fighting. For half an hour, they couldn't decide the winner.
Song Tianxu's sword was light and his movements were flexible, while Zhang Bufan's heavy sword was used. He stood still and could cope with all changes, and his defense was also weatherproof.
As time went on, Song Tianxu suffered a loss, as the range of motion was large and physical exertion was high.
"Come and buy it, the current odds are 0.9 to 1!"
On the stage, Song Tianxu flew up to attack again. After a burst of clanging sounds, he turned around and retreated. His start was a little slow, but Zhang Bufan seized the opportunity.
"Here it is!" Zhang Bufan shouted loudly, and clapped his left palm upwards. It was a move called the mountain-opening palm, also known as the powerful monument splitting hand, which was powerful and heavy.
"No, senior brother!" Qiu Zizhao and others shouted in surprise and stood up in unison.
"That's not right. What happened to Senior Brother Tianxu today? Why did he turn around? There shouldn't be a flaw. Could it be..." Cheng Yu was puzzled.
"Tianxu!" Song Jizhe couldn't sit still either.
Zhang Bufan's palm hit Song Tianxu's back.
Kick, kick, kick, kick..., Song Tianxu ran forward a few steps, swaying a few times, but barely missed falling.
Poof----, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the front of his white clothes instantly turned red.
The referee announced that Zhang Bufan won.
Everyone stepped forward to support Song Tianxu.
"Take it!" Principal Song handed a pill to Song Tianxu's hand.
"Second uncle, I'm fine." Song Tianxu waved his hands and slowly sat on the stool.
"Brother, how do you feel?" Qiu Zizhao handed over a cup of hot water. Ever since he experienced the mysterious tunnel, Qiu Zizhao respected Song Tianxu very much.
"Senior brother is not good at kung fu and makes the junior brothers laugh." Song Tianxu took Cheng Yu's hand and entrusted him, "Junior brother Cheng Yu, I'm counting on you from behind!"
"Rely on me!" Cheng Yu was a bit confused - confused.
"Fuck him! Song Tianxu, your brain is not injured, right?" Seeing Song Tianxu's defeat, Xu Fei's attitude immediately changed and he dared to call him by his first name.
At this time, a person came up from the backstage and pulled the principal's sleeves. The two of them walked to the back and the person said something in the principal's ear.
"Five hundred and seven, okay, I got it. Prepare some more cash and bring it with you later." The principal's voice came over without trying to hide it.
"Tianxu, don't be stressed and have a good rest." Principal Song came back with a calm expression and seemed very happy.
"Second brother, I really admire you. At this time, you are still happy." Song Jiyu walked over.
"I can afford to lose, so you will learn a lot!" Song Jizhe regained his composure.
"I have gained a lot of experience. You have allowed me to see more exciting things. It is indeed exciting. Second brother, do you think it is necessary to compete in the following games?" Song Jiyu almost leaned into Song Jizhe's ear and asked in a low voice. (