Yongchang looked at him and said displeasedly: "What objection do you have?!"
Ding Chunqiu pointed at Mu Bei and said: "Another instant detoxification, how is this possible?! Even the most powerful alchemist in the Xuan Realm can't do it?! He must have used something to hide..."
"That's enough!" Yongchang interrupted him and yelled angrily: "This time, I have been watching him since the beginning of the game. Did he use shady means to cheat? Wouldn't I be able to tell?! What are you doing?
You look down on me?!"
At the same time, some spectators said: "We have been staring at him just now. He just wiped it with one hand and his movements were cool and handsome. How could he use any shady means? Calling him cheating twice in a row is not a loss.
Can’t you afford it?”
Other spectators chimed in one after another.
Ding Chunqiu's face suddenly turned ugly and he couldn't say anything else.
Looking at this situation, it has already offended the public!
Mu Bei squinted at Ding Chunqiu, looked at the master of the Qiongjiao Pavilion to which he belonged, and looked at the dozens of other alchemists: "Everyone, please give me money!"
He shook a stack of gambling contracts in his hand.
The expressions of all the pavilion masters from dozens of alchemy houses all changed.
Lost!
One hundred billion mysterious coins!
When they thought about Mu Beifei, they were first arrogant and arrogant, then felt guilty and panicked, and finally were very happy after getting the betting contract. Thinking about these changes in emotions, they all understood that Mu Bei was intentional! Deliberately deceiving them into a betting pit.
money!
"You deliberately tricked us into gambling with you, you're just kidding!"
Dozens of Danxing said angrily.
Mu Beidao: "You signed the bet yourself. I didn't force you. If you lose, you have to admit it and pay me obediently!"
The faces of dozens of Danxing pavilions were extremely ugly, and they were even more angry: "You! You..."
Mu Bei looked at them: "Give me money! Or do you want to default on the debt?"
The faces of the pavilion masters of Zhongdanxing were extremely ugly.
Deadbeat?
no!
Mu Bei has a gambling contract in hand, and there are so many people at the scene who have witnessed such things. If they default on their debts, it will greatly affect the reputation of their respective alchemy shops. The price they will have to pay by then may not be 100 billion black coins.
So simple.
Reputation!
These two words are very important to alchemy!
One of the pavilion masters of the alchemy shop said: "Who has 100 billion mysterious coins in cash? They are all kept in the pavilion or the bank, and they will be given to you after this alchemy meeting!"
Other alchemy lines echoed.
Mu Bei nodded: "Okay, I will come to ask for them one by one later. If you don't give them, or deliberately delay them, don't blame me for making a big publicity for you and doing something a little too much."
He put away a stack of gambling contracts.
Doing the math, this is a profit of more than 4 trillion yuan.
good!
It’s really good!
Delightful!
And the pavilion masters of dozens of alchemy houses all looked extremely ugly!
Tang Huaishu said to Mu Bei in admiration: "You are worthy of being Mu Xiaoyou. He has easily earned trillions of Xuan coins. His acting skills... no, his resourcefulness is really strong!"
At the guest table, Zi Xiaoxiao's beautiful eyes shone: "Mr. Mu is so awesome!"
Murasakihara nodded: "When people questioned him, he was not impatient. Instead, he seized this opportunity and made more than four trillion yuan in the blink of an eye. I have to admire his mind!"
At this time, there was an uproar outside the venue.
A group of people dressed in white mourning clothes walked in and strode into the central square, surrounded by a solemn atmosphere.
The leader was a middle-aged man.
"City Lord!"
Someone was moved.
Behind the middle-aged man, a man pointed angrily at Mu Bei: "That's him, Lord City Lord! It was he who refused to detoxify the young master, and that's why he died!"
The middle-aged man, with a ferocious face, appeared in front of Mu Bei in an instant and clasped his claws at Mu Bei.
The momentum is astonishing, and the killing intent is like the sea!
Extremely changing situation!
This claw was pressed down, sealing off all the space around Mu Bei.
At this time, Ziyuan appeared in front of Mu Bei and struck the middle-aged man with a palm.
The next moment, the palms and claws collided.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound, and the middle-aged man was shaken back.
Mu Bei cupped his fists towards Ziyuan: "Thank you very much, senior!"
Murasakihara smiled and said, "You are so polite, little friend. This is what you should be doing!"
"Murasakibara!" The middle-aged man shouted at Murasakibara: "Don't mind your own business!"
Ziyuan looked at the middle-aged man: "Zhou Tomb, why are you so crazy?"
Zhou Tomb pointed ferociously at Mu Bei: "He killed my son! He killed my son!!!"
Mu Bei smiled indifferently.
He knew that the young man in gorgeous robes who was carried to Wandan Pavilion yesterday should be dead. But this is normal. The poison of Guimen is not easy to cure. It is very overbearing. The opponent will definitely not be able to resist it for a long time. One day is enough for the poison.
Devoured the opponent.
He looked at Zhou's tomb and said: "Your son died of the poison of the ghost gate, what does it have to do with me? If you have nowhere to put your anger, kill all your son's followers. If they are not arrogant and domineering, they will let me order you."
Get rid of the poison, maybe I saved your son yesterday."
He glanced sideways at the man behind him who had just spoken.
This man was one of the attendants who carried the son of Zhou Tomb to Wandan Pavilion yesterday.
The man was shocked and angry. He glanced at Zhou Tomb in fear and pointed at Mu Bei angrily: "Stop talking nonsense! Yesterday, you knew the identity of the young master but deliberately did not save him. It was you who killed the young master! You should be buried with the young master!"
Yes! You should accompany..."
Before he could finish speaking, a golden sword energy struck and cut off his head with a pop.
Everyone was shocked.
Mu Bei actually killed someone on the spot!
Mu Bei, on the other hand, was calm and calm. He looked at Zhou Tomb and said, "Whether I can save your son or not depends entirely on my own mood, you know? Again, if you have nowhere to put your anger, you will send your son's followers
Kill them all, I see there are still a few followers alive behind you, if it weren't for them, your son might not have died."
Behind Zhou Tomb, several followers were shocked, angry and afraid.
One of them pointed at Mu Bei, and just as he was about to say something, Zhou Tomb swung back violently, and a divine light swept over him and several other followers, and a bloody mist exploded in an instant.
The few followers who were still alive yesterday are all dead!
Zhou Tomb still stared at Mu Bei: "They deserve to die, and so do you! You must die!"
He forced himself towards Mu Bei.
Ziyuan stopped in front of Mubei.
Zhou Tomb said ferociously: "Ziyuan, get out of here!"
Ziyuan said calmly: "If your son is dead, please go back and watch the funeral. Don't mess around here. Also, teach the servants in your house not to be so arrogant when traveling. Maybe another son of yours will be killed."
In Yinzhou City, others were afraid of Zhou Tomb, but he was not afraid.
After all, Xuanling Pavilion is rich enough, and he is powerful enough.
There is no need to look at Zhou Tomb's face.
Zhou Tomb's expression became even more ferocious.
At this time, Ding Chun begged: "Master Ziyuan Pavilion, although Mu Bei did not kill directly, he killed indirectly, and indirect killing is also killing. He killed a living life!"
"Moreover, he just killed another person. He was extremely cruel and it was witnessed by everyone present! How is his behavior different from that of a demon? He deserves to be punished! It is inappropriate for you to stop him like this!"