Sword God

"Bet on bet on bet, it started."

"If you want to bet quickly, Brother Yang Shihua will guarantee you, and you will be charged a 10% fairness fee to the gambling winner to ensure fairness. You don't have to worry about not getting money if you win."

"Brother Yang Shihua made a guarantee."

"Hey, Brother Yang Shihua ranked fifth on the climbing list, and also ranked on the strong dragon list. With his guarantee, who dares to violate it."

A long table was placed beside Linshan Zhanwutai, and several disciples were shouting loudly.

"Chen Zong challenged Brother Ma Zhengyu. He was gambling one to two and did not cap. He wanted to make money quickly."

"I played Shilingbei, one to two, betting that Chen Zong was defeated by Brother Ma Zhengyu within ten strokes. Who would dare to bet against me."

"Oh, there are too many ten moves."

"Who is so stupid to bet against you."

"Yeah, everyone knows that Chen Zong doesn't do his best. It's good to be able to hold three strokes, and he wants ten strokes and dreams."

"One to three, dare to dare." The man who took out Shi Ling Bei to buy Chen Zongying thought about it and increased the proportion.

"One to five, I will bet with you." Someone laughed.

"One to four at the most." The man gritted his teeth, and took out thirty spirit shells from his arms again. This was all the possessions that he spent a lot of time to accumulate. Anyway, Chen Zong was impossible to win. You can earn Shilingbei, why not.

Lingbei who bet on gambling was taken away by just a few disciples. The two gambling players also revealed the book of gambling on which they clearly indicated the names of the two bets and the amount and proportion of gambling.

"Take it, and when you win, you will get money by gambling books, but not people."

"There are people who gamble."

"The ending is too obvious. Chen Zong cannot be Brother Ma's opponent. It is estimated that he will lose within three strokes." Someone shook his head.

"That's not necessarily. Brother Ma Zhengyu has a two-star combat power, but Chen Zong defeated Wu Shiliu empty-handed, indicating that Chen Zong is also one of the strongest in the one-star combat power. His swordsmanship is superb. With a sword, can he reach two stars?"

Hearing this disciple's words, it seemed to me that it really happened.

Is it possible that Chen Zong may compete with Ma Zhengyu or even defeat Ma Zhengyu?

"It's impossible. Chen Zongxiu only practiced the early stage of the eighth turn of strength. Moreover, who knows whether he is the most powerful is not boxing, not swordsmanship."

It seems reasonable to be said in this way.

"Five tricks, ten spirit shells, one to two, who will come."

"I come."

"Brother Chen, they look at you too little." Lin Ji said angrily.

Chen Zong was also speechless.

Those disciples who gamble on, one by one, think that they can't support five strokes and ten strokes under Ma Zhengyu's hands. The most promising one is also twenty strokes.

"Chen Zong, dare to bet against me." Ma Zhengyang among the crowd saw Chen Zong with his eyes, and immediately screamed.

Everyone was immediately attracted to the past, and their eyes fell on Chen Zong.

"He is Chen Zong."

"It looks average."

"Can't feel his inner energy."

"It is estimated to be a practice with hidden breath."

"How to gamble?" Facing everyone's gaze and discussion, Chen Zong looked indifferent and asked rhetorically.

"I bet my cousin defeated you within 20 strokes, one to three, and won, these thirty spirit shells are yours." Ma Zhengyang took out thirty spirit shells and provoked.

Chen Zong shook his head.

"Don't dare to gamble."

"Obviously knowing that I will lose, how can I bet against Master Ma, but I just want to increase my reputation."

"Fifteen Lingbei, bet me to win, one to ten, who dares to take it?" Chen Zong took out fifteen Lingbei and put it on the table, clear eyes swept away, said Xu Xubuji, Yundan The breezy appearance almost made him think he had won.

Everyone was stunned around, and even the few disciples who maintained fairness in gambling stared at Chen Zong in surprise.

It is too confident to bet on yourself to win, even arrogance.

It's just that one to ten is too big, and then one hundred and fifty spirit shells will come out. For most disciples, it is a huge sum of money.

"Ma Zhengyang, do you dare?" Chen Zong glanced at Ma Zhengyang's face after a sweep, a smile hung from the corner of his mouth, and asked rhetorically.

"I..." Ma Zhengyang's complexion changed, and he wanted to say dare, but he couldn't say it, because thirty Lingbei was all his belongings, and he couldn't take out any more.

"Ma Zhengyang, I borrowed your 20 Lingbei." Some people said that Ma Zhengyang's eyes lit up, and he seemed to think of a way. He quickly looked around and said, "Everyone, who borrowed my Lingbei first, I will return it later."

"Haha, I have ten Lingbei, lend you first."

"Fifteen Lingbei, lend you."

Soon, Ma Zhengyang gathered 150 Lingbei.

A pile of jade-white Lingbei piled on the table, blinding everyone's eyes.

The gambling contract was established, and Chen Zong looked at the book of gambling. The content was detailed and clear, and he put it away.

"I also bought Brother Chen to win. Ten Lingbei, just one to five, would anyone dare to bet against me?" Lin Ji stepped forward and took out ten Lingbei and asked on the table.

That is fifty spirit shells, not a small number.

"Ten Lingbei, barely make up, I took it." One came out and took out fifty Lingbei.

Except for Chen Zong himself and Lin Ji who supported him, no one else bet on Chen Zong, the most is that he lost within 20 strokes.

More and more people gathered around the Zhanwutai, either watching, or participating in gambling.

"Brother Ma Zhengyu is here."

"Where?"

I looked up one by one.

The disciples on the climbing list generally live in the climbing list, and rarely appear in front of everyone, making people more curious.

Chen Zong also looked over and saw a young man wearing a brown robe striding through the gaps of the crowd, about 20 years old, with a calm look, a sharp face, deep eyes, and tight lips. Make the entire face lines more firm.

Long Xinghubu Yu Xuanang, behind his back with a slap wide iron ruler, more than one meter in length, the palm under the robe sleeve is white, ten fingers slender and powerful.

Seeing unhappiness, he crossed hundreds of meters in a short period of time and walked under the Warrior Platform. When he was not in a position, Ma Zhengyu stood on the Warrior Platform.

"Quick speed, superb footwork." Chen Zong's pupil shrank slightly and said secretly.

Standing on the two-meter-high battle platform, Ma Zhengyu gazed at him, spoke slowly, and his voice was overbearing: "Who is Chen Zong?"

Chen Zong walked out of the crowd, brisk footsteps, and leaped gently, as light as a flying swallow, and like a leaf in the wind, fell silently on the battle platform, facing Ma Zhengyu.

At this time, a figure appeared as Dapeng spread his wings, crossed the sky, and flashed like a glimmer of light, and landed on the war platform. It was Teacher Liu.

"Today, Chen Zong challenges Ma Zhengyu, the 89th climber, and I preside over it." Liu Tuo said aloud, and his words clearly passed into everyone's ears: "You two remember, this battle, no matter whether you win or lose, you can't play The killer, now, start."

"Draw the sword!" Ma Zhengyu's words were simple and overbearing.

"Show your weapon." Chen Zong didn't pull his sword as he said, but said Xu Buji.

Ma Zhengyu's eyes flashed with a hint of fine awns, and his steps rushed forward, as if the arrows were spurting off from the string, and his palms were flying, his palms were inward, as if the red iron was printed on the sponge, and the air burned through and hit Chen Zong's chest. .

Chen Zong didn't draw his sword, but slapped it with his backhand.

The palms touched and collided, the energy was overflowing, and the wind was blowing in all directions, and the ring-shaped ripples spread out, and each circle was clearly visible.

Both sides flickered, but neither backed away.

"Huh..." Ma Zhengyu's eyes flashed with a little surprise, although his palm was only a temptation, and he did not show all his strength, but it was not something that the ordinary Wujin Nine-Turn Peak Warrior could hard connect, but the other party caught it. And, the lines do not move.

Ma Zhengyu can clearly feel Chen Zong's inner power and dominance, which also contains the sharpness.

Similarly, Chen Zong can also feel the strength and strength of Ma Zhengyu's inner strength.

As the thoughts turned, Ma Zhengyu shot again, palms and palms, palm shadows flooded his eyes, the wind screamed, countless cyclones were born and died, and each palm contained terrible power and could give a one-star battle. Powerful men pose a clear threat.

Chen Zong still didn't draw his sword, and he shot it with his palms. The palm shadows canceled out, and they collided constantly. Countless strength stirred the world, as if the tide was surging.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides met and passed ten moves. Those who bet against Chen Zong within five of the ten strokes had a gloomy face and were ugly.

The person who wins the bet is naturally full of joy and surprised.

It was surprising that Chen Zong could support ten moves under Ma Zhengyu.

"Why didn't Brother Ma put out his full strength." The losers were indignant. They all felt that if Ma Zhengyu put out his full strength, he would definitely defeat Chen Zong within ten strokes or even five strokes.

"Damn Chen Zong, he is the most powerful is the palm, not the sword." One by one, he scolded.

Those who were betting on twenty tricks also began to feel uneasy.

Twelve moves!

Thirteen strokes!

Soon, after reaching fifteen strokes, Chen Zong still showed no signs of defeat. Instead, he played Ma Zhengyu vividly and evenly.

"A bit of strength, you are qualified to let me use a mountain ruler." Ma Zhengyu shot out, and after a collision, he took a few steps back and said while holding the ruler behind his back.

"Brother Ma finally wants to use his weapon."

"The real strength is coming out."

"Haha, I'm going to win. Brother Ma will be able to defeat Chen Zong within the next five moves." I'm very happy to bet against Chen Zong's 20 moves.

The measuring mountain has a wide slap, a thickness of one finger, a length of 1.2 meters, a brown body, mountain shadows on the ruler, overlapping and overlapping.

Pulling out the measuring ruler, Ma Zhengyu's breath immediately changed, becoming stronger and thicker, as the mountains were suppressed on the earth and full of power.

Under the waving, there was a dull whistling sound, which brought invisible pressure to everyone.

Chen Zong's eyes were sharp, and he fell on the measuring ruler. He could vaguely see the extraordinary measurement ruler, and he could clearly feel the change of Ma Zhengyu.