Everyone looked at the furious Yang Zijiang and sighed! It can be expected that his end will not be too good.
Seeing Yang Zijiang's appearance, Luo Fan sneered: "If you are ambitious! Let's get started. These ten rounds are all up to you. You choose the bet."
Yang Zijiang glared: "The first sentence is, of course, about betting on dice. Each person has three dice, let's compare the size!"
Ji Cheng looked regretful and thought to himself that Yang Zijiang was stupid, Luo Fan was obviously a master of gambling! If you bet dice with a martial arts master, do you think you have too many fingers? Knowing that Yang Zijiang was confused and fainting, Ji Cheng could not persuade him. The gambler who is on the table cannot be pulled away by ten horses.
Luo Fan looked at Jin Wu and said, "Then I have to ask Shopkeeper Jin to make arrangements. And be fair for us."
Jin Wu nodded: "I'm happy to help!"
Jin Wu waved his hand, and his men brought up an empty table and took out two sifting cups and put them on it. Luo Fan and Yang Zijiang stepped forward respectively.
Yang Zijiang stood in front of the table and immediately became energetic, with an imposing posture. Put the three dice into the sieve cup, hold them up with both hands, grit your teeth, and shake them hard with a fierce look on your face! Da Youyao and Luofan are determined to decide whether to live or die.
Luofan waved lightly with one hand, and the sieve cup flew up in his palm. Shake it gently and the three dice will spin in the sieve cup! The dice circled in the sieve cup, but there was no sound! It’s as if it’s empty inside!
Everyone was confused. Could it be that the sifting cup in Luofan's hand was empty?
Jin Wu's eyes widened, and he was surprised: "It seems to be the secret skills of Panlong Claw and Void Strength that Futu Mountain never goes out! This kind of skill can't be practiced for even fifty years. It seems that Luofan's gambling skills He has already reached the level of perfection and is even ten times stronger than me. No wonder he said that I did not lose unfairly, and Yang Zijiang will be unlucky today!"
Jin Wu is already sure that Luofan will win, but others don't know why but are still anxiously waiting for the result!
The two fell into the sieve at the same time, and everyone hurriedly stretched their heads to take a look!
As a notary, Jin Wu stood in the middle and shouted: "Open the sieve!"
The two of them opened the sieve cup at the same time, only to see that Yang Zijiang only had three dots in his hand, while Luo Fan had three six dots!
Jin Wu shook his head and announced loudly: "Yang Zijiang has three points, Luo Fan has eighteen points! Luo Fan wins!"
The extreme gap made everyone feel amazed! Yang Zijiang turned pale and took a step back. Not only did he lose, he lost to the end! Before he could react, he only felt his fingers getting cold! The index finger has already flown up, bringing with it an arc of blood!
Everyone immediately exclaimed, never expecting Luofan to be so ruthless!
Another finger missing, Yang Zijiang hugged his arms and screamed! Xie Xu's face was ashen and he stood motionless. And Yang Rongrong hugged her younger brother and cried heartbreakingly! Ji Cheng and Xue Yang looked helpless. They wanted to help, but Yang Zijiang really couldn't help him up the wall!
Luo Fan put away the steel knife and looked at Yang Zijiang, and shouted: "The rules are the same in the second round! If you win, I won't take your money! If you lose, I'll cut off one of your fingers. It's you who decides the bet!"
Yang Zijiang held his hands, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he gritted his teeth in pain! At this moment, he wanted to bite off a piece of Luofan's flesh! Taking a look at the gambling equipment Jin Wu brought, he said angrily: "I'll bet with you - pot throwing!"
Jin Wu's men immediately removed the tables and chairs in the room, took out two golden copper bottles, and placed them far away. Xue Yang simply bandaged Yang Zijiang's wound. Yang Zijiang couldn't wait to take to the court again!
At this time, Yang Zijiang was missing two fingers on his right hand and could only hold the arrow with his left hand. He stood two feet away and soon became nervous and wet!
Jin Wu's subordinates shook their heads repeatedly. The leader of the guard, a burly man in black, straddled a knife, approached Jin Wu and asked in a low voice: "Shopkeeper! Yang Zijiang must have lost his mind. The other party is obviously a master, one of his hands is injured, how can he still dare to compete?" Throwing a pot? Isn’t this looking for death?”
Jin Wu pointed with a smile: "You don't know, this Yang Zijiang is also a crooked talent. He has unique bones and extremely stable skills. He is also somewhat famous in the pot throwing industry. And the arrow he chose is called a three-tailed arrow. The three tails have different weights, lack stability, and are extremely difficult to throw! And the more martial arts master you are, the more likely you are to miss!"
"Oh! No wonder! This kid has quite a lot of tricks up his sleeve." Everyone on the side nodded, feeling that they had learned a lot.
Everyone waited with bated breath and watched the pot throwing scene.
Yang Zijiang stood in the middle of the field, holding a three-tailed arrow with a serious look on his face. He no longer looked like a playboy. Seeing that he was concentrating, he gently twisted the arrow shaft with his fingers, raised his arm lightly and shot quickly! Then I saw the first three-tailed arrow drawing an arc and falling steadily into the porcelain vase!
"good!"
The onlookers also cheered when they saw such a wonderful and precise technique.
In this way, Yang Zijiang was also proud. Later, he shot more accurately and faster, causing the crowd around him to shout "Hello!" One side commented: "This boy really has a way of throwing pots! Now the injury on his hand is not in vain. As long as he wins this game, he won't have to pay back the 40,000 taels of silver."
In the blink of an eye, Yang Zijiang had thrown nine out of ten arrows, and none of them missed. At this time, a proud smile appeared on his lips. He turned his head and glanced at Luofan, and said proudly: "Boy! Even if you beat me a few games! But you will definitely lose tens of thousands of taels of silver."
This is the pride! Yang Zijiang's inner strength relaxed, and his hand lost some strength, and an arrow fell outside the pot. Everyone sighed. But nine out of ten, this is also a top master. It should be considered a certainty!
Seeing that Yang Zijiang shot nine arrows, Luo Fan sat aside and drank alone without caring.
Yang Zijiang held his injured hand, walked over and looked at Luo Fan proudly: "It's your turn. I don't believe there is anyone in Qicheng who can beat me in throwing pots. Hum! If you want money, do it in the next life!"
Luo Fan's face was as pale as water. He held the wine bottle and stood up gracefully, as if he couldn't see Yang Zijiang!
The body was swaying, as if drunk, holding a wine bottle in one hand and grabbing ten arrows at the same time with the other hand. With his back on his back, he didn't even look at the copper vase in the distance. More than two feet away, he was drinking and throwing it away. It looked as casual as standing on the street after eating barbecue and throwing a bamboo stick.
Hearing a crisp "clang" sound, ten arrows fell steadily into the porcelain vase!
Wow! Wow! ! The scene was in an uproar! Everyone was stunned and couldn't help but let out a cry of exclamation!
Jin Wu's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that someone could throw such a strange move. Yang Zijiang was even more stunned, completely frightened! This is not an opponent of the same level. They are clearly playing tricks on each other!
Luo Fan took a big sip of wine, yawned and said, "I'm afraid no one in Qicheng can be my opponent in this gambling journey. With your little ability, even if you practice for eight hundred years, it won't be enough for me."
When Yang Zijiang saw Luo Fan staring at him, he turned around and ran away. It's a pity that he couldn't outrun Luofan, but he saw a flash of silver light and another finger fell to the ground! In this way, Yang Zijiang only has two fingers left on his right palm!
"Ah! My hand! My hand!"
Yang Zijiang held his hands, tears covering his cheeks again. A feeling of despair and regret finally arose in his heart. Why should he compare dice and throw pots with this god of plague? Maybe you can win compared to other people!
Yang Rongrong burst into tears, hugged Yang Zijiang distressedly, and cried: "Don't gamble! Brother, don't gamble! I will help you pay back the money! Don't gamble anymore. You can't bet against him! He is the devil!" "
"No! No! Me! I still want to bet! I want to bet with him! I want to bet with him! I don't believe he is a god!" Yang Zijiang looked at his severed hand, got up from the ground with red eyes, and looked at Luo Fan said angrily.
Luofan said calmly: "In the third round, what do you want to bet on?"
"I'll compete with you in Go! I admit that your skills are great, but your mind can't be smarter than mine. You're from the countryside, how can you beat me in Go! I want to play chess with you!"
Yang Zijiang pushed Yang Rongrong away angrily, smashed his fist on the table, and blood overflowed. He looked at Luofan with red eyes, as if he had gone crazy.
Luofan said lightly: "Let's get started."
The chess game soon unfolded.
The two of them sat separately and played chess. Luofan was drinking and making random moves as if by accident. On the other hand, Yang Zijiang was meticulous in every step and did not dare to be careless in the slightest. Like this, with only fifty hands, Yang Zijiang was as wet as rain, his lips were pale, his eyes were illusive, and he began to tremble uncontrollably!
Xue Yang looked at the chessboard, covered his face and sighed! Although I feel disgusted in my heart, I have to admit that this Luofan is really a rare genius in the world! Yang Zijiang came from a wealthy family and learned chess from a famous teacher since he was a child. His chess skills had few opponents in Qicheng. Unfortunately, he was vulnerable to Luofan.
Yang Zijiang's eyes were distracted, the hand holding the chess pieces began to tremble, and his lips began to tremble with fear. Behind Luofan, he had already drawn his sword! The steel knife was sharpened against the scabbard, making a terrible rustling sound, as if it was constantly cutting into Yang Zijiang's beating heart.
