In a secret room on the battlefield, Gong Mao walked back and forth, and sweat dripped from his forehead. He kept wiping it, but he couldn't finish it.
Even the wide clothes on my body were wet and dry, and wet.
As Hedao, he rarely loses his composure.
But this time he played too much - a battle with Taoism and a fight with Taoism, and it was a dead end. Not to mention how big it is, this gimmick alone is enough for countless gamblers to flock to it. Ninety-nine percent of people think this is a good opportunity to pick up the fish for free, so naturally they don’t want to miss it.
He had foresight, so he decided to open all the viewing places in the entire battle arena. This time, except for the spectators in the Emperor Stadium who can directly watch the battle, the other scenes will see the projection of the battle situation at the same time.
It can be said that there is only one battle in today's battle field, that is, the deadly battle between Wumingke and Lingyan.
In this way, all the spectators gathered in the battlefield will be the only one who can bet on this death fight.
Even though Gong Mao had been in the battlefield for so many years, he was frightened to see the numbers accumulated by the bets. If he had failed this time, he would be very damn dead.
"Sir." A subordinate monk walked over to his side with a serious expression: "The situation is not very good, and more and more people betting on spiritual eyes. Should I temporarily block the handicap?"
"Can't be sealed!" Although Gong Mao was anxious, he relied on reason. Since the opening of the battlefield, there has never been a time before the time came to be sealed.
At this time, the market is closed, which means that you are destroying your reputation. After losing Daoyu, you can still make money. If your reputation is gone, the foundation of the battle field will be gone.
He knew why more and more people bet on spiritual eyes. Because Wumingke has not appeared for a long time, many people think Wumingke is afraid and dare not participate in this deadly battle. So when betting on spiritual eyes, it is a business that is stable and profitable.
"What are the odds for Wumingke?" Gong Mao asked.
Subordinates report a number.
Gong Mao nodded solemnly. This odds... are numbers that have never appeared in the battlefield before. Not only did they not exist before, Gong Mao could almost conclude that there would not be any future, because it would be impossible for a death fight to be as grand as it is today.
"Go down." Gong Mao waved his hand weakly.
When his subordinate retreated, he quickly took out the notes to send a message, wailing in his heart, "Fellow Daoist Lu, if you don't come again, Gong may have to apologize for his death today!"
As soon as the message came out, the door was pushed open again.
Gong Mao looked up and saw a familiar figure wearing a hooded windbreaker stepping in under the guidance of a close friend.
The confidant stepped forward and left.
Gong Mao hurriedly met and almost cried: "Fellow Daoist, you are already here."
Lu Ye raised his hand and lifted his hood with an apology: "Something has been delayed, how about this place?"
"It's okay for the time being, but if fellow Taoist doesn't come again, I can't delay it."
"That's not going to be late?"
"Do you want to prepare for one or two?" Gong Mao asked with concern. Although Lu Ye gave him great confidence when he met last time, he was still nervous.
The battle between the Tao and the Tao, and it is also the eighth level of the Tao and the Tao... can you really win?
"No need, I'm in a hurry." Lu Ye shook his head.
After the death battle here, he will go back to Yuanxi City to finish the fight. The battlefield has begun. With the addition of Yuanxi City and Lingfeng City, his side will definitely win a great victory. He cannot miss the Star Abyss coins.
Gong Mao was stunned. Thinking about the previous two death battles, Lu Ye fought with his opponents endlessly, and finally won tragically. He always gave people a feeling that he had reached the limit. How could he listen to his tone? This time he wanted to fight quickly?
He suddenly became a little expectant. If Lu Ye wins this time, the benefits to the battlefield will be too huge. It is definitely a harvest that has never been seen before. Now the owner has provoked the snow field dispute and needs to use a large number of fish. He can't help much, but if he can help the owner with his help in logistics supplies, it will not be useless for many years of cultivation.
"Then let's enter!" Gong Mao hurriedly led the way.
At this time, the fighting battlefield was full of people everywhere, and countless monks shouted and shouted that the fighting battlefield would announce the end of the death battle.
Because the unknown guest has not appeared for a long time, he is obviously afraid of coming. It is meaningless to continue waiting. As long as the battlefield declares the end of the death battle, they can spend the money.
In the battlefield of Void Fragments, Lingyan was holding a long sword in his hand, and stood impatiently on a meteorite.
With his body as a Taoist, he was disdainful to fight with a Taoist. When Gong Mao came to him before, he almost thought he was joking.
So what about Wumingke? Although he made a name for himself in Rongdao's death arena, Rongdao is just Rongdao after all, so how can he be compared with him?
With his cultivation level, what kind of fusion can be his opponent? So he refused decisively.
Unexpectedly, Gong Mao actually proposed to give a treasure!
The condition is that he needs to participate in this death battle and must not promote the existence of this treasure to anyone.
The spirit eyes were incredible.
If it weren't for discussing this with him, Gong Mao, he would have been gone.
It was not until he saw the treasure with his own eyes that he realized that Gong Mao was not looking for him to be happy.
When he held this treasure called Chunhui Sword in his hand, he felt extremely complicated.
At the level of Hedao, his reputation is not obvious and his cultivation is not very strong. Because he did not receive much help when he was practicing, his foundation was not strong. In this way, he would naturally appear mediocre.
When he was in the early years of his life, he had a dream, which was to obtain a treasure of his own. If so, when he was promoted to the Tao, he would not only make up for his early years, but his future would also be brighter.
But he was helpless and had no background, so it was not easy to get a treasure? In the end, he couldn't delay and had no choice but to be promoted to Hedao.
But I didn't expect that a treasure from the end of my life has been sent to me now, on the condition that I just need to participate in a death battle with a Rongdao.
This is simply for nothing!
I was sad and sad. If I could get this treasure when I was engraving the Tao, how could he have achieved this little thing today? It would be really bad luck.
"Huh?" Just as his mind was rising and falling, he suddenly felt a sense of emotion and looked in one direction, and there was a faint vitality there.
He really came? He had been waiting here, but the unknown guest did not show up for a long time, so he felt that the unknown guest was greedy for life and fearful of death, just like the many spectators.
Who knew that this unknown guest was really brave.
With a flash of eyes, he swept his body to meet him.
"The unknown guest is actually here!"
With the sudden appearance of Wumingke, many monks looked at the scene everywhere, and then they cursed.
"What are you doing at this time? In a while, the spiritual eye will win without a fight!"
According to the rules of the battlefield, once the dead fight is started, within the established time limit, if one side does not appear, the other convenience can be directly won.
The monks who bet on the Spirit Eye have been waiting for a long time. They just need to wait a moment before the deadline arrives to win the bet. The Wumingke rushed in at this time, which undoubtedly ruined their good deeds. How could they get any good face?
"Here you come, just a fusion of Tao, what other waves can you make?"
"Yes, the body of spiritual eyes combined with Taoism. If you can't even kill the fusion of Taoism, then you might as well die."
"The difference between a little earlier and a little later is actually no difference. Unfortunately, it's a pity that you are nervous now, otherwise you must bet more on Lingyan."
There were countless monks watching the scene everywhere.
In another secret room, Gong Mao carried his hands on his back and looked at the light curtain projections in front of him. In the middle, the projection in the dead arena was naturally the projection. The scene inside could clearly see the scene of the unknown guest and the spiritual eye flying towards each other.
The left and right sides of this projection are changing various numbers, which include the entire betting situation of the battle field and the changes in odds.
Many numbers displayed on the left are related to the Spirit Eye, while the right is related to the Unknown Guest.
In this case, Gong Mao stood here and could see the overall situation at a glance.
"Sir, just a moment ago, a large number of bets suddenly flowed into the market, and it was not a bet by one person." Some subordinates rushed to report.
"How old?" Gong Mao asked.
Subordinates report truthfully.
Gong Mao took a deep breath: "I knew they couldn't hold back!"
Qin Feng has many friends and many enemies. He is provoking the chaos in the snowy fields. Some enemies in the open and secret have no good ways to deal with him, so he can only stare at the battlefield.
The battlefield has revealed flaws, so of course those people will not miss the opportunity. In Gong Mao’s expectation, these people had already entered the market to bet, but they had done it very secretly before, so they were not noticed.
Now that time is not long, they start to exert force suddenly.
The betting numbers flowing into the market this time are quite large, accounting for almost 20% of all betting numbers. This is definitely not something that ordinary Hedao can take out, and there are more than one.
So the enemies of the owner have long been gathering in secret and waiting for this moment.
"Sir, do you want to pick it up?" The subordinate looked worried.
Gong Mao snorted: "It's already on the plate, how can you not accept it?" Those guys were afraid that they would refuse to accept it. In this way, they would have excuses and reasons to attack. Once this matter started, the reputation that had been accumulated for many years in the battlefield would immediately collapse.
It can be said that as long as the market is open, those people can't refuse the battle field.
"Also, the odds of Wumingke have begun to decay." The subordinate reported.
Gong Mao nodded: "It's normal. I used to think that the unknown guest fled without fighting, so everyone was very enthusiastic about betting. Now the unknown guest appears, it will naturally decline."
And at this time, many people have already finished betting.
"Sir, do you want to close the plate?" the subordinate asked carefully.
Before Wumingke came, it was difficult to block the market directly, but the situation is different now. There is no big problem with blocking the market. At most, it has been criticized and cannot affect the fundamentals. ()