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Chapter Fifteen Is It Really Wrong

The four major forces present were the last to place their bets. Xiao Jiannan was the most arrogant, Nalanyan was the most hesitant, Dong Fan was hesitant, and Wan Fu was special.

More than half an hour later, the bets were finally finished. Mo Yi secretly calculated that nearly 5 million spirit stones had been bet on Yuanfang, while only 880,000 spirit stones had been bet on Xuancao.

It seems that there are still many smart people, at least the bets are not crazy enough. Mo Yi is too young and has a background. Although he pulled out a Mo family holding a Origin Bead, he did not know the details and was afraid of betting too much. In the end, he lost money.

No bets.

If Wanjin Trading Company was the banker, the bet would have been doubled.

Mo Yi couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had to step up his efforts to build his reputation and credibility. It was really a failure to create such a seemingly sure situation and get so many spiritual stones.[

But Mo Yi never thought that if he lost, could he really afford to pay?

If all the cultivators present knew that Mo Yi's spiritual stones were empty, and knew that he regarded millions of spiritual stones as objects, they would be filled with sorrow and joy.

The monks who were watching in front of the restaurant quickly dispersed, leaving a large open space where the warring parties could enjoy themselves.

Yuan Fang was at least in his forties, with a broad face, half a head taller than Xuan Cao, a typical muscular man, holding a cold-edged sword, squinting at Xuan Cao who stood as still as a bamboo pole, and even looked slightly sleepy.

There was disdain between his eyebrows.

Xuan Cao stood still like an idiot, but he was extremely frightened in his heart. A world-level master was the goal he had looked up to in his life. With his little strength, he was a scumbag in front of such a strong man.

But after experiencing two lives and deaths, he has become aware of death. He is so frightened that he fights for his life. His only hope of survival at this time lies in his master Mo Yi. Not to mention other things, this scene alone

The stakes were huge, and with the desire he showed for Mo Yi for the spirit stone, he would not let him be killed casually.

Xuan Cao stood quietly like this, relaxing his body and acting confident, but in reality he was waiting for Mo Yi's instructions.

Sure enough, in a trance, the familiar voice sounded in my mind: "Relax your body, don't resist, don't think about anything, let your mind go blank, and leave the rest to me."

"Spiritual Possession Technique" is a magical technique that is extremely difficult for even major cultivators to master. It requires an extremely large amount of spiritual cultivation to separate the divine thoughts and attach them to the selected possessed person, and the distance cannot be too far.

But as long as the spiritual cultivation method surpasses Mo Yi, then people can see through the mystery.

How dare you take on the porcelain work without diamonds? You have gone through so much trouble to set up a trap and got yourself into it. Losing the spiritual stone is a trivial matter, but the reputation of a legendary liar is ruined. It will become a lifelong shame that cannot be washed away.

When Mo Yi had just completed his possession, Yuan Fang roared towards the fake Xuan Cao and killed the real Mo Yi.

A set of Lengyue Palace's unique swordsmanship, the Lengyue Frost Sword. Although the moonlight is sultry, the night is lonely. A loving heart turns to ice when it is cold.

This set of Lengyue Hanshuang Sword Technique is not complicated, but is very simple, but it takes a feminine approach. The frosty moonlight shoots out from the sword softly, with a cold and deadly murderous intent. Wherever the moon is shrouded, the murderous intent is exhausted.

Xuan Cao was like a bird in a cage, desperately trying to break free, but was met with fatal attacks again and again.

A moment later, Xuan Cao had hundreds of fine silk-like wounds on his body, and blood slowly seeped out of his skin. He looked like a bloody man.

No miracle happened. Those who bought the cold take couldn't help but curse. Xuan Cao, who was tired of running for his life under the frost sword, had no chance to fight back. It was beyond everyone's expectation that he could survive until now. The next moment, maybe

In the next second, Xuan Cao will fall.

Wanfu looked at Mo Yi, who was starting to turn a little pale, with big eyes. His expression became more and more unpredictable. It was precisely because he couldn't see through Mo Yi that he placed a heavy bet on Xuan Cao in such a situation. He was also a businessman and had never heard of it.

It is said that there are businessmen who are willing to spread their wealth, but if such a business family really existed, they would have been swallowed up long ago.

A bet between a businessman and a businessman should never go according to the other's will, otherwise he will definitely suffer losses, so he chose the unpopular one.

But looking at the situation on the field now, there is absolutely no way to save the day, and looking at Mo Yi's pale face, could it be that this outcome was not even expected by the banker? Or is there something beyond his control? [

Xuan Cao hid very hard, and in a daze, Yuan Fang's cold frost sword cut a ferocious scar on his arm again.

Yuan Fang was determined to carry out the torture to the end. It was not that he didn't know other special skills, but he had used a set of Lengyue Hanshuang sword skills three times, so he used this set of Lengyue Palace's signature swordsmanship, Cat Play.

The mouse played with the weak Xuan Cao, not only letting everyone see how powerful Leng Yue Hanshuang's swordsmanship was, but also how powerful he was.

A ray of cold moon narrowly passed by Xuan Cao's neck, leaving a trace of blood. If it had been even closer, it would have been fatal.

This was not a result of Xuan Cao's timely dodge but Yuan Fang's intention. He was completely in control of the battle situation, and all developments were controlled by his sword. He could end Xuan Cao's life whenever he wanted, but now many forces are in full view.

, how can I express myself more without being too showy?

Xuan Cao was a little frightened and a little tired. His steps began to stagger, and his dodges began to lose flexibility. He even missed death many times. It was obvious that he had begun to lose his fighting spirit and his eyes were a little distracted.

Okay, this cat and mouse game has been enough. Yuan Fang caught a glimpse of his master Xiao Jiannan's impatient expression and decided to end this rather boring and unchallenging battle.

He decided to use the most gorgeous move, the last and most beautiful move of the Leng Yue Hanshuang Sword Technique, the Ice Night Jingshuang, to end Xuan Cao's life magnificently and bring the battle to a perfect end.

Yuan Fang's cold frost sword began to be covered with a layer of ice. He activated his spiritual power without any reservation, and suddenly the cold air came out like smoke, instantly filling the surrounding air with ice mist. He inhaled through his nose, and it could cool him down to the core.

The moon formed by the condensation of frost, the real cold moon began to appear, and with the swing of the sword, it had an indescribable charm.

Xuan Cao looked at the cold moon that suddenly appeared, and felt the murderous intent that penetrated his heart. The fear of death made him panic. He backed away from this dangerous cold moon, while Yuan Fang followed him with a sneer.

.

Leng Yue was getting closer to Xuan Cao inch by inch. No matter how fast he retreated, he could not beat Leng Yue's pursuit. With just a few inches left, frost began to appear on Xuan Cao's hair. He was about to have his throat cut by Leng Yue and his life would end completely.

At this time, everyone who had bet on Xuan Cao began to despair. The counterattack was really just a miracle, and miracles can never happen again.

Wanfu's face was even more gloomy. It's not scary to lose the spirit stone. It's normal to make a profit and lose.

But when doing business, he is afraid of making mistakes and acting on impulse. In such an obvious situation, he made the most disadvantageous choice because of a completely unexplainable feeling. The failure was undoubtedly a mockery of his self-proclaimed God-given wisdom.

"Did I really make a mistake?" Wanfu had lingering questions in his heart, and Bi watched the battle intently. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly shrank, and his heart suddenly beat faster. Something really unexpected happened.


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