Lan Feng and Yin Hong Coffin bet on one million low-grade divine crystals, which is definitely a big deal. No god king dares to bet so big, but these two are not short of money. Don’t forget that behind them are the support of the Demon Moon Palace and Tianzhu Mountain. Not to mention one million low-grade divine crystals, what’s the difficulty even if it is one million high-grade divine crystals?
At this time, there was a young man in a green robe in one of the private rooms on the third floor. He was holding a graceful girl up and down, but his movements suddenly stopped. His face changed slightly, and he showed a hint of helplessness. Then he shouted to the outside:
"Young Master Yin, why don't I bet with you too. Aren't you choosing the iron-winged Kui Niu? I bet on three dragons and bet on one million low-grade divine crystals? I believe that as Young Master Yin, I don't care about this little money, right?"
Hearing this person's words, the private room where Yin Hong Coffin was silent for a moment, and then a cold voice rang:
"Yi Chengtian, since you want to bet, then I will help you. I hope you can afford to lose by then."
Yi Chengtian, a disciple under the throne of the Yunlong Monarch, one of the nine superior monarchs, has good talent, but it is only limited to good ones. The Yunlong Monarch belongs to the Jiuyou Ancestor's camp, so Yi Chengtian naturally follows Lan Fengma. When speaking at this time, it naturally has a bit of a slight slander.
"Haha, Brother Yin, don't look like you want to eat people. Xiaotian just wants to bet with you, don't be able to play." Lan Feng was so happy when he saw Yin Hong Coffin was unhappy. The reason why Yi Chengtian suddenly intervened was naturally because of his message, otherwise Yi Chengtian would not have the courage to provoke Yin Hong Coffin.
"Do you think the three-headed dragon so much? The little woman thinks the iron-winged Kui Niu is good. Young Master Lan Feng, why don't I bet you a million, don't you know if you dare to answer?" At this time, the woman who had spoken before spoke again. This opening suddenly suppressed Lan Feng's momentum, and the scene suddenly calmed down again.
"I didn't expect that Miss Ji was also interested in this, so I'll take a bet with you, but it's boring to bet a million. If the girl loses, why not come and have a drink with me. If I lose, what if I give the girl two million?" Lan Feng was silent for a moment and said lightly.
"Hehe, Young Master Lanfeng is really rich and powerful. Since that's the case, that's the little woman who should be with her." The woman said with a chuckling. At this time, the face of Yin Hong Coffin in the box was gloomy. Lanfeng was undoubtedly challenging his bottom line. The girl of the Ji family had a good relationship with him and could be regarded as a childhood sweetheart. Lanfeng openly teased her, undoubtedly slapped him in the face, so how could he not be angry?
Just as everyone was talking to each other, the battle in the Colosseum below had begun. The three dragons and the iron-winged Kuiniu were very powerful. After fighting for half an hour, the winner was not decided yet. The crowd on the first floor shouted and all fell into fanaticism. The second and third floors were also nervously paying attention to the battle, because the result of the battle was related to the bets of Lan Feng and Yin Hong Coffin. One million low-grade divine crystals were nothing in the eyes of the parties involved, but it was an astronomical number in the eyes of others.
Another quarter of an hour passed, and the battle on the field finally came to an end. Two of the three dragons had their heads torn apart by the iron-winged Kui Niu, and were thrown out, falling to the ground and dying, losing their combat effectiveness.
"It seems that I'm lucky. Brother Lan Feng, you're going to lose." At this time, the voice of the Yin Hong Coffin came from the private room again, with a hint of pride.
"Hmph, it's just one million. What's wrong with losing? What's the point of being proud of winning?" Lan Feng snorted coldly and said that, but it was obviously a little gloomy, and then said coldly:
"Let's have another bet, this time, I'm going to bet five million. I wonder if you dare?"
"Five million is five million, why don't you dare?" Yin Hong Coffin just won, and it was the time when the spring breeze was so proud that there was no reason to refuse, so he agreed directly.
"Okay, you have the courage." Lan Feng responded lightly, and then said to Xi Yao beside him: "Fairy Xiyao, why don't you come and have fun together. If you win, you will be counted for me."
"I can't do it, I'm not interested in this." Xi Yao's cold voice came out, and Chu Jiang was slightly stunned on the second floor. He didn't expect that Xi Yao was actually in Lan Feng's private room, but this had nothing to do with him, and he was just a little surprised.
"Maybe the fairy is lucky. This time you can choose one for me and I will pay the bet." Lan Feng continued.
Seeing that Lan Feng insisted, Xi Yao couldn't refuse directly, so she could only nod.
"Choose a dragon-scale lion." After the two giant beasts were released from the cage, Xiyao looked and spoke.
"Okay, let's listen to you, choose the dragon-scale lion." Lan Feng smiled faintly, showing no concern.
At this moment, another cold voice came, and it was also a woman.
"So sister Xiyao is here too. After twenty years of separation, do you still remember your younger sister?"
Hearing this voice, Xi Yao was slightly stunned. Even Lan Feng was very surprised. Chu Jiang's face changed suddenly, with a bit of complexity and irresistible joy. This voice belonged to Nangong Yudie.
"Sister Huanji, of course I remember." Xiyao was stunned, and she showed joy on her face. She quickly spoke. She and Huanji met through Chu Jiang in the bronze temple, and Huanji had saved her life. There was some friendship between the two. When they met again, she was naturally happy.
However, Huanji did not seem to have the enthusiasm for reunion and said lightly:
"Sister seems to be optimistic about the dragon-scaled lion, right? That little sister also bets with her sister, betting on the colorful sky-swallowing python. Anyway, Young Master Lan Feng is betting on you, so let's bet bigger, what about 10 million?"
Hearing Huan Ji's words, the joy on Xiyao's face slowly disappeared, and she felt a little uncomfortable. She knew that the reason why Huan Ji treated her like this should be related to Lan Feng, but she was not willing to contact her with Lan Feng, and she felt a little aggrieved at this time.
"Okay, let's bet with you." Lan Feng was not clear about the origin of Huan Ji, but as far as he knew, there seemed to be no such person under the throne of the superior monarchs, so he didn't take it seriously at all.
"It's rare that there are so many people today. I'll join in the fun, I'll choose the Dragon Scale Lion, Huan Ji, we'll bet 10 million." At this time, a misty voice sounded, unable to hear the old or the young, nor the men and women, as if they had traveled through time and space. They were both familiar with this voice, Chu Jiang and Lan Feng, and Huan Ji was even more familiar with Wuming.
"Ten million, the top-grade divine crystal." Wuming's next sentence made the whole audience silent.