When great changes occurred in Yelan Kingdom, the heads of various factions were chatting and passing the time in the main hall.
The life of a high-level monk is long and boring. It is rare for people to come together like this. It is necessary to keep in touch with each other and have some fun at the same time.
"Come on, come on, buy it and leave!" A high-spirited voice sounded in the main hall, and those who didn't know thought it was a female dealer from a casino greeting the guests.
An Immortal Transformation Lord ridiculed: "Master Di, you haven't gotten rid of your problem of opening the market anytime and anywhere for hundreds of years. How can your family boss tolerate you?"
The person who was setting up the gambling game was a neatly dressed and heroic woman. She was Di Yuming, the head of the Seven Star Sect. She was famous for gambling. From time to time, she would be sued to the head for gambling debts, and then the disciples would see her. The famous scene of being chased and beaten by the master in the master's courtyard.
"Hey!" Di Yuming waved his hands nonchalantly, "If you don't tell me, I won't tell you. How will the head of my family know? Or do you want to file a complaint?"
The immortal kings and fairies who were stared at by her quickly distanced themselves from each other: "Who has time to take care of your Seven Star Sect's affairs? We can't take care of our own."
Di Yuming smiled with satisfaction: "That's it! We are not young disciples, why are you still trying to complain?"
She counted the numbers with satisfaction and asked loudly: "Who else hasn't placed a bet yet? Come on, come on, it will be over in a while! Hey, Yuan Xianjun, you haven't placed a bet yet, right?"
Yuan Songqiao, who was picked by her, was sitting near the door, drinking and reading alone. Hearing this, he raised his head and asked slowly: "What bet?"
"Bet on who will be the leader!" Di Yuming introduced enthusiastically, "You can bet on the sect, or you can bet on the individual. You will win less if you bet on the sect, and you will win more if you bet on the individual."
She unfolded the scroll in her hand, and light spots appeared on it, indicating the bet status in real time.
Yuan Songqiao glanced over and saw that, as expected, most people were besieging Danxia Palace. To be more specific, most people felt that Ning Yanzhi could be the leader. There are fewer in Wuji Sect, and there are almost no personal bets.
Di Yuming tried his best to encourage him: "Look, Mr. Yuanxian, everyone thinks Ning Yanzhi can win. As an elder of the Wuji Sect, how can you not boost your own morale? You can't lose even if you lose, right? "
Yuan Songqiao thought for a while: "That makes sense."
Di Yuming beamed with joy: "Are you looking for a sect or an individual?"
Yuan Songqiao said: "I am a member of the Wuji Sect. It is natural for me to imprison the sect, but it is meaningless. Why not imprison an individual!"
Di Yuming gave a thumbs up: "Yuan Xianjun is really happy! You choose one, our minimum bet is a thousand spirit stones. I guess based on your status, you can't bet less than ten, right?"
Yuan Songqiao smiled and said: "Ten bets? That's too little, I'll just bet a hundred!"
Di Yuming was overjoyed: "Yuan Xianjun is so heroic! Who are you betting on?"
Yuan Songqiao stretched out his finger, and a light spot appeared in the empty corner of the scroll: "Of course it's our young sect leader."
As soon as these words came out, everyone chatting in the hall was attracted.
Yuan Songqiao raised his eyes and glanced over, and said slowly: "Everyone has the same opinion about Ning Yanzhi. This junior is amazingly talented and will definitely be the number one among Danxia Palace's descendants in the future. Our Wuji Sect is on par with Danxia Palace, Young Master Naturally, the sect master is also the number one among the sect’s descendants. If you take Ning Yanzhi, I will take the young sect master’s custody.”
Originally, everyone was just joking around when they placed bets, but when he said these words, things suddenly changed.
How is this a gambling game? It is clearly a battle between Danxia Palace and Wuji Sect for the first place!
Di Yuming couldn't help but stop laughing and asked him: "Is Mr. Yuanxian serious?"
Yuan Songqiao asked: "One hundred notes and one hundred thousand spirit stones, how can it be faked?"
Di Yuming smiled again: "Okay!"
She turned her head and said loudly to everyone: "Did everyone hear it? Lord Yuanxian bet a hundred bets on Young Master Ling that he can defeat Ning Yanzhi! Is anyone following? Master Cen, do you want to give me some money? Are your disciples cheering you on?"
Cen Muliang was drinking tea and chatting with Ling Yungao when he heard this and raised his eyebrows.
Di Yuming walked over with a smile and unfolded the scroll in front of them: "Two big brothers, I'm missing you. Yuan Xianjun said that he bets Young Sect Master Ling to win first place, Master Cen, what do you say?"
Cen Muliang was no stranger to Yuan Songqiao. They are about the same age and are both swordsmen, so they have rarely been compared since they were young. Compared to Cen Muliang, who was the leader, Yuan Songqiao had a lazy temperament, so his reputation was not as great as his. But Cen Muliang did not dare to underestimate him at all. In terms of strength, he was higher than the current leader Ling Yun.
Cen Muliang looked over with a smile: "Brother Yuan is so confident? It seems that Master Ling has made great progress in the past few years!"
Yuan Songqiao raised his glass to him and replied: "Our young sect master is a bit unlucky. He was born with a catastrophe. However, heaven will give great responsibilities to this people. Who says that there will not be a blessing in disguise? Your disciple is born with a sword. , is ranked number one in the world, as my uncle, I have to support my nephew, don’t be offended, Master Cen!”
Cen Muliang laughed: "Brother Yuan said this, who doesn't think his child is good? It's natural for you to protect the master Ling."
Yuan Songqiao smiled and nodded, then asked: "So, Head Cen also thinks his child is good and thinks Ning Yanzhi can win?"
Hey, all the immortal kings looked at him sideways when they heard this. Yuan Songqiao has always been lazy, but today he actually said such words in person, which seemed a bit aggressive. It seems that Wuji Sect is very dissatisfied with Ning Yanzhi! Finally can't help but want to grab the title of number one in the next generation?
Yes, after all, it is related to the reputation of the sect. Whoever is the first person in the next generation will mean that the sect in which they belong will overwhelm the other person in the future. Both families are one of the top three sects, who wants to lose?
The smile on Cen Muliang's face remained unchanged, but his eyes became sharp. He dare not say that he is the best swordsman, but he has full confidence in his disciple. After more than twenty years of careful upbringing, Ning Yanzhi's excellence is obvious to all. Now that someone is coming to ruin the situation, how can he give in?
"My disciple was brought up by me personally, and he is also a disciple and a son. Since he has participated in the competition, how can I destroy his prestige? Naturally, I have the greatest confidence in him."
"Okay!" Yuan Songqiao stretched out his hand, "Then let's ask Master Cen to place a bet! You bet on Ning Yanzhi, and I'll bet on the young sect leader, let's see who can win."
At this point, the atmosphere became tense.
Ling Yungao frowned slightly, trying to smooth things over, and said with a smile: "Master Cen, you don't have to be so serious. Senior Brother Yuan was just joking..."
"I'm not playing." Yuan Songqiao interrupted him without giving him any face. He raised the book in his hand and said, "This is my many years of swordsmanship experience. If Junior Nephew Ning wins, I will give it to him as a congratulatory gift. How about it, Master Cen, am I sincere?"
He has already said this, what else can Cen Mulian do? He took out a sword and put it on the table: "This sword was passed down from my master's sect. I planned to give it to the Nascent Soul who was about to be born as his natal sword. If Master Ling wins, I will give it to him!"
I had constipation yesterday, I think I had no yang, it was probably gastroenteritis.
