On the contrary, several people from Jianzong made a lot of money.
Zhao Zhiying couldn't help but suspect that they were manipulating the gambling behind his back. Otherwise, how can we win seven out of ten bets?
Now that Lu Xiaoying and the Qiulian Sword Sect disciples have just started fighting, you can still place bets.
Zhao Zhiying planned to win over the disciples of Qiulian Sword Sect, so he asked Fu Zhu casually.
"Miss Fu Zhu, there is a gambling game in Zhaoying Mountain. I can help you to control it a little bit."
The spiritual stones that the third senior brother helped her press were all for her, so she was sure to make a profit without losing any money. In other gambling games, no bets are placed.
Fu Zhu took out two thousand spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them to Zhao Zhiying, "Help me suppress Lu Xiaoying."
Lu Xiaoying is a late learner of swordsmanship. She has little chance of winning against a disciple of the Qiulian Sword Sect. Most people will defeat her.
Originally, the odds of betting on Lu Xiaoying were very high, but Lu Xiaoying had a lot of supporters, and the odds were suddenly lowered. She lost the odds and couldn't earn a few spiritual stones, so the talisman suddenly became I took out two thousand.
With only five hundred spiritual stones left on his body, Zhao Zhiying, who was careful about his budget, was shocked by the girl's wealth.
He reminded, "Miss Fu Zhu, do you really want to suppress Lu Xiaoying completely? You need to suppress a little, just in case you lose..."
Fu Zhu stood firm and said, "Just suppress Lu Xiaoying."
Sanqing took out a small bag and handed it to Zhao Zhiying, "I am the same as Fu Zhu."
Zhao Zhiying: "..." She is so familiar.
After accepting the two heavy bags, Zhao Zhiying went to place his bets.
Miss Fu Zhu's two thousand spirit stones were all over Lu Xiaoying, and the little girl who was familiar with her had all her thousand spirit stones over Lu Xiaoying.
Zhao Zhiying weighed the last five hundred spirit stones and struggled for a long time. Three hundred spirit stones overwhelmed the Qiulian Sword Sect disciples, and two hundred spirit stones overwhelmed Lu Xiaoying.
He took a look before leaving and found that the odds on Lu Xiaoying's side were still higher.
"Have you placed your bets?" Fu Zhu asked casually, "Who did you bet on?"
Zhao Zhiying told the truth about his bet, Fu Zhu couldn't hold back, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.
When it comes to placing bets, it depends on their pillow.
Sanqing looked at this guy with clear eyes and a confused mind with an idiotic expression on his face, and sighed.
Zhao Zhiying was confused, "What happened to her?"
Fu Zhu shook his head, "Nothing."
Probably Sanqing thought he was stupid.
There was a burst of sighs and exclamations from the viewing platform. Lu Xiaoying, who was originally at a slight disadvantage, seemed to have found the opponent's flaw and stabbed her with the long sword like a broken bamboo.
The disciple of the Qiulian Sword Sect was forced to retreat and soon reached the edge of the ring.
"Failed."
"How can we fight like this? Lu Xiaoying will not give him a chance to fight back."
"Thankfully, I gave him two spiritual stones!"
"Hey, I crushed Lu Xiaoying!"
Zhao Zhiying turned his head blankly, and the girl looked calm, not surprised at all.
Sanqing opened his mouth and silently uttered two words, idiot.
Fu Zhu said that Lu Xiaoying should be suppressed, but he didn't believe it. She deserved to lose the spirit stone.
Zhao Zhiying vaguely understood why the little girl sighed just now.
The girl said seriously: "It doesn't matter. When you come on stage, just put more pressure on yourself."
With Zhao Zhiying's strength, he is basically guaranteed to win without losing. If he puts more pressure on himself, the odds will be low, but the base will be large!
Zhao Zhiying grinned but said nothing.
He doesn't have any spiritual stones to hold him back, and he won't participate in this Immortal Competition.
Zhao Zhiying: "Miss Fu Zhu, I did not participate in this immortal competition."
The girl tilted her head and said "Oh", her eyebrows curved like the moon, "Then remember to suppress a person named Li Wuxia."
Zhao Zhiying had never heard of this name, but Miss Fu Zhu mentioned it specifically. She must be someone special, so she kept it in mind.
In the following games, Fu Zhu stopped watching.
Sanqing was addicted to gambling on spiritual stones and was reluctant to leave, so Fuzhu asked Zhao Zhiying to help keep an eye on it and took Riji to Zhaoying Mountain.
Wu Sheng followed suit.
It was snowing and the mountain road was not easy to walk. Fu Zhu turned around and stretched out his hand.
Wu Sheng was stunned for a moment and put his hand on it.
Just like when I was still training at the foot of the mountain.
The scenery of Zhaoying Mountain is completely different from that of Zhenshan Mountain.
The thirteen peaks on Zhenshan Mountain each have their own merits, but without exception, they reveal the sharpness of the sword energy. The peaks of Zhaoying Mountain are graceful and graceful, like a graceful beauty.
There are many water flows in the mountains, reflecting the shadow of the beautiful and majestic mountains. Because it is winter, the shallow water freezes, and a thin piece breaks across the water. The impact of the water flow is like a pile of rocks hitting jade, and the sound is pleasant.
The fine snow clinging to the top of the head quickly turned into traceless water and disappeared.
The girl flipped her wrist and opened an orchid umbrella.
The wind and snow staggered the pedestrians.
Fu Zhu lowered his eyes and glanced at the taciturn Wu Sheng, and couldn't help but said, "It doesn't seem to have grown."
Logically speaking, children of this age should grow up quickly, but it seems that he has always been like this since she first met Wu Sheng.
Fu Zhu himself has grown a little taller in the past few years.
Sanqing has not grown up since she followed her, but that is because she has a different bloodline.
Wu Sheng pursed his lips and said, "President."
Riji whispered, "Fu Zhu, don't look at Wu Sheng who doesn't care about anything on the surface, but in fact he cares about this."
"I've heard it all. He secretly asked the senior brother why he hasn't grown taller yet. The senior brother said it was because he had two bloodlines in his body. In the past, he was based on the human bloodline, but later he was not."
Influenced by Sanqing, Riji also changed his name to Senior Brother Yu Lanze.
Wu Sheng raised his eyes and glanced at Riji. He was not deaf and could hear what was being said.
Unexpectedly, Hiji overheard this.
Fu Zhu knew clearly that the life span of demons was long and their growth was slow.
Although the eldest brother has been cleaning Wu Sheng's demon blood, the demon blood is still affecting him.
Continue climbing.
The cold wind was getting stronger and stronger, and if Riji hadn't been clinging tightly to Fu Zhu's clothes, he would have been blown away by the wind.
Wu Sheng is now in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and can protect himself with spiritual power, and his body is stable.
Fu Zhu cast a small spell to calm the wind, and he felt that the wind in his ears was much lighter. She let go of her hand, sat on the girl's shoulder, straightened her skirt, and her golden pupils reflected the white snow-capped mountains.
"so beautiful."
"Yesu said before that the winter scenery in Zhaoying Mountain is particularly beautiful. I can't even imagine it!"
Yuesu also said that in summer, the stars are all over the sky at night, and they are so close that they can be touched by hand, but in fact they are far away.
The snow is capped with ink-colored green mountains hidden underneath.
Looking into the distance from the top of the mountain, there is a bright color spread out like a scroll, red, yellow, purple and white, like a pile of clouds.
It’s a large piece of Merlin.
The snow and frost are proud, sparse shadows are slanting horizontally, and sword energy is flying.
Someone was practicing swordplay there.
Fu Zhu stood on the top of the mountain and could only vaguely see a fuzzy dot.
The man's swordsmanship was pretty good, so he just looked at the talisman beads for a while.
Wu Sheng asked: "Don't you want to see it more clearly?"
Fu Zhu stared at him, and Wu Sheng turned away uncomfortably.
What does she see herself doing?
Was he wrong? She had always liked swordsmanship.
