Five days later.
Xuanjing Division, Martial Arts Hall.
Early in the morning, the big man No. 100 was waiting at the door with eager anticipation, his eyes fixed on the way in, and he didn't dare to express his anger.
This posture is quite a bit like the uncles and aunts standing guard at the entrance of the supermarket, ready to grab the eggs on sale.
Several sparrows stopped on the branches and watched this scene. Just as they were about to comb their feathers, they were frightened away by the sudden boiling screams.
"Come, come! Mr. Wei is here again today!"
"Finally here! It scared me to death!"
"Ah! Master Wei! I must have a fight with you today!"
"Look at me! Look at me!"
"Quick, quick, quick! Go get the signature!"
"God bless! I will definitely win the lottery today!"
"..."
The excited crowd swarmed up and surrounded Wei Changtian and Wang Er. In the previous life, it was a typical star-chasing scene.
"Don't crowd! Don't crowd at all!"
Wang Er stood in front of Wei Changtian with a look of helplessness. He just took out a wooden tube similar to the one used for asking for lottery tickets in temples from his cloth bag, and the bamboo sticks in it were snatched away in the blink of an eye.
Wails and laughter sounded at the same time, some families were happy and some were sad.
"Hahahaha! Red sign! God's eyes are open! It's finally my turn!"
"Fuck! You missed again!"
"Brother, how about I pay you fifty taels for the lot in your hand?"
"I won't sell it! I'm only one step away from being promoted, so you can find someone else."
"..."
The person who got the red lottery was overjoyed. The person who didn't win the lottery beat his chest for a while and had no choice but to accept the reality. They took out the money from their pockets and squeezed to the side of the other person.
"Brother Liu! How is the handicap opened?"
"Everyone! Today is still a question of whether Mr. Wei can win one of the ten games!"
The person surrounded had a token in the shape of an autumn cicada pinned to his waist, which meant that he was working as an errand at the sticky pole.
He held up a wooden sign and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"If you bet on 'can', you'll pay ten for one! If you bet on 'can't', you'll pay one for twelve!"
"The former has no limit on bets! The latter always receives two hundred taels! First come, first served..."
"Wow!"
Before he could finish shouting, the crowd immediately rushed forward, rushing to pass their silver coins forward.
"Not five taels!"
"You can't spend three or two cents!"
"Not ten liang!"
"cannot……"
A unanimous "No" sound rang out, and the number of two hundred taels was collected in the blink of an eye.
Although there were a few people who tried to bet on "neng" with their small fortunes, the total amount was only twenty-two or eight dollars.
No wonder everyone is so unfavorable to Wei Changtian.
After all, the "fifty losing streak" record he set in the past five days is really "dazzling".
It is unknown whether anyone will come after this, but no one has done it before.
Is there any reason why this kind of wool should not be harvested?
Faced with all this, "Cash Machine" Wei Changtian himself had no reaction.
Or maybe I'm used to it.
He just glanced over there and walked straight to Jiaer Lei. Wang Er, who was following him, also took out ten fifty-tael silver notes from his arms, ready to "give money" at any time.
However, neither of them noticed that just when they were farther away, a heroic woman suddenly approached the person who opened the betting market.
Dressed in standard black clothes, with a red rope tied in her long hair, her figure is slender and tight.
Although her features are beautiful, at a glance, you can tell that she is definitely not a vase like Lu Jingyao who has no power to tie a chicken.
"Mr. Xu Qi? Do you also want to play a game?"
The person who opened the deal brightened up, but he didn't dare to look directly at the woman, so he lowered his head and said regretfully: "Oh, you're late, now I can only bet that Mr. Wei can win."
"I just bet that he can win today."
The woman pursed her thin lips, took out a money bag from her arms and threw it over: "Put it all in."
"How much is this?"
"Thirty taels."
…
"boom!"
A cloud of dust rose up from the bluestone table, and Wei Changtian fell to the ground again, looking as embarrassed as he could.
The opponent did not continue to attack. He cupped his fists and said "offended" before jumping off the ring, and then happily took the silver ticket from the king's second hand.
Watching this person leave, Wang Er picked up the knife and carved another mark on the wooden sign next to the ring.
After the word "defeat", there are already eleven characters for "zheng" plus three strokes.
The word "win" is still empty after the word.
After fifty-eight consecutive defeats, Wei Changtian will refresh his own record every time he plays a game.
...I don’t know when Young Master will win a game.
Wang Er felt a little helpless, but actually he was a little surprised.
He is Wei Changtian's attendant, and he is also a dead soldier trained by the Wei family since childhood.
Not only is his level high, but his rich life-and-death fighting experience allows him to tell a person's skill at a glance.
Although Wei Changtian's moves are still immature now, compared with five days ago, he has undergone earth-shaking changes.
From the reaction speed, to the reasonableness of the moves, to the use of internal strength... although these changes are obvious, they are not achieved overnight, but progress is made every day, day by day.
This is normal, but the problem is... the progress is too great.
Even the most talented martial artist Wang Er has ever seen is probably not half as good as Wei Changtian.
Could it be that my young master is a once-in-a-century genius?
After all, the master and his wife are among the best in the world today, so it makes sense that their son is extremely talented.
It’s just a pity that I started a little late...
While Wang Er was thinking wildly, he went up to the stage and helped Wei Changtian up from the ground.
"Sir, there are still two games left. Do you want to rest for a while before playing again?"
"Um."
Wei Changtian took a few deep breaths, took two pills, one red and one white, from Wang's second hand, chewed them twice like taking sugar pills, and then swallowed them directly.
The red one is the Jie Xu Dan that restores internal strength, and the white one is the Huanhuan Dan that restores the energy.
These two pills alone can be sold for fifty or sixty taels in the market, and Wei Changtian has to take seven or eight pills every day.
It has to be said that having money means being willful.
The medicinal effect spreads and the warmth spreads throughout the body.
After closing his eyes and adjusting his breath for a moment, Wei Changtian stood up again: "Call the next person."
"Yes, sir."
Wang Er nodded and shouted to a man in the audience who was already eager to try: "It's your turn!"
"Uh-huh!"
The man immediately stood up on the stage and hugged Wei Changtian with a fist in his arms: "Master Wei, I'm sorry!"
"..."
Sorry in advance?
Wei Changtian was speechless for a while, thinking that these people were going too far now.
But he didn't say much, he just took a deep breath and introduced himself to his family one by one.
"Seventh grade, Wei Changtian."
"Hua Lingwei, eighth grade, Song Linming!"
The man seemed a little impatient to wait. As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward and punched Wei Changtian directly in the chest.
This punch is very fast, he must have practiced some kind of boxing technique.
However, Wei Changtian was no longer at the same level as he was five days ago. He took a small step back to make way for his fist, and at the same time punched against the opponent's arm, aiming straight for the opponent's throat.
"Snapped!"
A palm was pressed down on the inside of his elbow, and the force of his fist was released, only knocking down Song Linming's collar.
Immediately the two separated.
The first move was six and four, and Wei Changtian had the upper hand.
"Huh? Mr. Wei seems to be winning this time!"
Someone in the audience shouted softly, but someone next to him quickly retorted: "Brother Song just suffered a loss in his realm."
"If this is the first game, Mr. Wei does have a slight chance of winning."
"But now it's the eighth game. Even if you take the Jie Xu Dan, your internal strength will only be restored to 20 to 30% at most, and it won't take long before it will be exhausted."
"It is inevitable that Mr. Wei will be defeated by then."
"That makes sense..."
The person who spoke earlier nodded, seeming to agree.
In fact, Wei Changtian himself was very aware of this situation.
If you want to win, you must find a chance to win a decisive blow before your internal strength is exhausted.
My feet kept moving, and the scenes I had experienced over and over again in my dream came to mind.
Suddenly, at a certain moment, Song Linming's movement happened to catch one of the pictures.
! ! !
Wei Changtian felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart.
That’s it!
