"Boss, all my wealth is on you. If you lose the bet, you have to compensate me." Qin Lijie started to act rogue.
"No problem, but if we win, how about you give me half, hehe!" Xinning looked at Qin Lijie with a sinister smile.
"Damn it! Forget it, boss, you are so cruel!" Qin Lijie couldn't believe that the boss was even more obsessed with money than himself.
Xinning's leapfrog victory attracted the attention of many big bosses. This kind of rare leapfrog victory has not appeared for many years. Although it is a small sect's Dzogchen with average combat power, it is still worthy of pride. Because Xinning won
"Difficult", everyone, including the gambling house, thought it was an accident. So the two gamblers seized the opportunity and followed the odds to lose a hundred.
Even Youlan and Manqing, who came with Xinning, did not miss this opportunity and each placed a bet of 5,000 spiritual stones. They believed in Xinning. This made Wen Silisa confused.
When asked how confident Qin Lijie was, Qin Lijie became impatient and said, "You don't want the free spirit stone, there's something wrong with you." Seeing that Qin Lijie was so confident, Wen Silisa paid a thousand yuan.
The spiritual stones caused Vince Lisa to regret it for a long time afterwards. At that time, she had more than 10,000 spiritual stones, a hundred times that would be one million...
Xinning's victory was still stumbling. Wen Silisa in the audience was horrified when she saw it, and her eyes turned to Qin Lijie. Fortunately, she had only bought a thousand spiritual stones. What was depressing was that Qin Lijie actually laughed. Wen Si
Lisa asked curiously why? Qin Lijie said, "Boss, you are really pretending to be...".
Xinning was "lucky" to get third in the group and advance to the next round.
The core disciples participated in the competition, and the top three in each group were still 210 and 360 core disciples of the sect. There were nearly 600 people, in groups of 20, and the top three appeared directly, and the top 90
first place, and the remaining thirty fourth-place finishers will grab ten spots.
Xinning fought hard and stumbled all the way, and finally! We were "lucky" to get third place in the group.
"Hahaha!" Qin Lijie laughed happily, "I'm rich! Five hundred thousand! When have I, Wang Laowu, ever seen so much money? No, Lingshi!"
"Lijie, why are you called Wang Laowu? Isn't your surname Qin?" Wen Sirisa asked curiously. Wen Sirisa regretted that she did not believe in Qin Lijie's judgment. There are a lot of spiritual stones.
"The boss taught me that there is a God of Gamblers named Wang Laowu." Qin Lijie said. Xinning was used to the language of his previous life, and he would say a few words from time to time and explain them blindly. Qin Lijie believed it to be the truth, and the boss
How could that be wrong?
"Boss, thank you for your hard work. My brother went to Chunxiang House to treat us. Boss, let us go and eat." Qin Lijie said boldly.
"You're welcome, remember, half of your income belongs to me, hehe!" Xinning looked at Qin Lijie and said sinisterly. "Young master, I didn't agree. Boss, you are a wise old man who won't argue with your little brother, right?
, Hehe!" Qin Lijie naturally would not take it seriously, and joked excitedly with Xinning. "My dearest boss, look at the next round, you..." Qin Lijie looked at Xinning longingly and asked.
"The core disciples are indeed strong, but... let's go and see the odds." Xinning led a few people into the gambling house.
Among the top ten, Xinning's odds are 10 to 10. Perhaps, the bookmaker is not sure about Xinning's consecutive wins. Yes, it is a fluke that you succeeded in crossing the level once. The problem is that it happened several times.
"Not bad!" Xinning muttered.
"Boss, I don't care, I'll bet as much as you bet." Qin Lijie said firmly without asking.
"I'm not sure about some very strong Dzogchen. Unless a miracle occurs or the grouping is polite, there are too many accidental factors. Let's bet 100,000. It won't hurt if you lose. It's a win anyway." Xinning analyzed it. Four
The bets placed by the individuals were surprisingly consistent, 100,000 each. Seeing Xinning's lack of confidence, Wen Sila couldn't help but refute Lijie's favor, so she bet the 100,000 she had just won.
This time Xinning was really tough, and I was exhausted and made it into the top 30.
"Brother, there is really not much hope. I am not pretending this time. A master is a master. There is already a big difference." Xinning comforted himself and Lijie.
"Boss, I know, I won it anyway, didn't I earn 400,000 yuan?" Lijie comforted Xinning instead.
"I didn't earn a single dollar!" Vince Lisa complained.
"Humph, I told you a long time ago...I regret it now." Qin Lijie said.
"Yes, if I had only 10,000 yuan back then, my God, even if I had 1 million, the Martial Saint might not even have one!" Wen Sila thought depressingly. In fact, how could she know what the Martial Saint, who is so high above, has?
"It's not like you don't have a chance, I believe in you." Manqing said.
"Yes, boss, you are synonymous with miracles!" Lijie was also full of fantasy.
Damn it, I can fight a seventh-level monster, and people are still afraid of it, hum! Xinning thought fiercely. Thirty disciples were divided into three groups, and the rules were the same.
The battle between Xinning and Xinning was extremely brutal. Xinning won six games and lost two. The momentum was too low. Fortunately, Comrade Xinning's escape skills were pretty good. The mood was too bad and there wasn't much chance. There was no other way. The last game
The opponent's momentum was still very strong, no worse than those two. Xinning felt a little desperate and was overwhelmed by the opponent. The wind was so sensitive that Xinning suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the opponent.
With many years of fighting experience, when he was a warrior, Xinning was very sensitive to any changes in the wind. What was the reason? He was injured! Yes, a trace of blood movement.
If you hold on, there may be some changes. Xinning tried his best to expand his body skills, but his artistic conception was suppressed. It was difficult for Xinning to use Yun's body skills. Xinning persisted for four hours, and Xinning, who had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly felt relaxed.
, Yun's body skills can be used at will. The strong excitement makes Xinning enter a selfless flow. Yes, it is a flow. He is not walking, he is flowing. Years of artistic conception have been suppressed, and Yun's body skills cannot
It was running, but it was not running anymore. It was flowing on its own, and the wind was swimming. Unknowingly, Xinning approached the opponent and started fighting at close range.
In fact, the opponent's injury was not serious and did not affect the competition. What was bad was that Xinning's senses were too sensitive. When he thought the opponent was injured, he forced his cloud body skills to entangle the opponent, and the artistic conception of accidentally hitting the wind was broken. Xinning was completely
The feeling of silence was flowing, and he even forgot about the competition and walked closely around his opponent. What Xinning didn't know was that his cloud artistic conception unknowingly exceeded his own artistic conception of one hundred and thirty reprints.
Life is so wonderful. When the artistic conception of fire reaches the bottleneck, the artistic conception of cloud breaks through the bottleneck. I don't know if this is the beauty of dual-system monks.
Xinning, who was walking closely around his opponent, unknowingly raised his right hand to touch his opponent's face. Yes, it was a touch. Xinning was completely intoxicated with the artistic conception of his heart, and he touched his opponent's face in an instant. He had no strength at all, but
A kind of randomness.
My opponent was depressed. He was playing tricks on me. He misunderstood. When Xinning touched his face for the third time, his opponent jumped off the ring helplessly. He was really embarrassed to stay any longer. He was already merciful.
In fact, he also misunderstood Xinning.
The selfless Xinning continued to swim for a few minutes, and suddenly felt that something was missing. He stopped and found that the entire audience was looking at him. Damn it! He ran without making a sound, and cursed secretly in his heart.
Slipping down the ring, tens of thousands of spectators burst into thunderous applause. How could an audience of this caliber fail to see that Xinning broke through and turned defeat into victory.