In the center of the square, Sang Luo's name lit up and was on the list again.
Defeated Zhang Jianting who was ranked 12th, earned 5,000 points, and entered the top 50.
If you want to get into the top ten, you have to continue winning about five games.
Sang Luo's battle was swift, it was over as soon as it started, and his popularity immediately increased.
In the audience stage of the martial arts test, many monks were cheering.
As for Zhang Jianting, it was a little bit miserable.
Losing two games in a row was already very annoying, but because he was in such a hurry to place the order just now, he forgot to cut the small size.
He placed an order with a large number and lost the bet.
Then he was knocked off the martial arts stage by Sang Luo.
Immediately afterwards, someone on the mini program page began to scold Zhang Jianting for match-fixing, and then he was blacklisted by the gambling house.
Zhang Jianting: "......"
People are numb!
No more alive!
His reputation is probably completely ruined!
As soon as Sang Luo landed next to Chu Yanshu, she felt a chill running down her back. She couldn't help but look back and met Zhang Jianting's eyes that were as plaintive as a resentful woman.
Sang Luo shivered, Zhang Jianting like this was really scary.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Zhang Jianting looked at Sang Luo with a look of resentment on his face,
"I was blacklisted by a gambling house."
He placed the bet too quickly and picked the wrong number.
Sang Luo was silent for a moment, comforting him,
"It's okay. Although your reputation has been completely ruined, you still have a trumpet."
The large size is gone, so use the small size.
Moreover, his reputation is not very good to begin with.
Zhang Jianting listened and raised his sword to attract thunder from the sky to strike him, with a look of despair on his face.
"No more alive!"
Sang Luo turned to look at Chu Yanshu,
"What should I do?"
She is good at fighting and comforting people, but she can't do things like Zhang Jianting!
Chu Yanshu listened slightly, then raised his hand and threw a storage bag to Zhang Jianting.
Zhang Jianting took it subconsciously and looked at Chu Yanshu warily,
"What are you doing?"
Chu Yanshu spoke calmly,
"It's for you, don't go crazy."
Zhang Jianting opened the storage bag with a suspicious look on his face.
"What..." West?
Before he finished speaking, his eyes widened.
"Spiritual stones?! So many!!"
At least millions!!!
He looked at Chu Yanshu in disbelief,
"For me?"
Chu Yanshu hummed,
"It's for you, don't die."
Zhang Jianting was afraid that Chu Yanshu would regret it, so he immediately took Tianlei away, turned around and ran away.
"What you said, don't regret it!"
Chu Yanshu looked at Zhang Jianting's figure walking away with his sword, then turned to look at Sang Luo,
"He should have thought about it."
Sang Luo raised his eyes, looked at Chu Yanshu, and said quietly,
"How many spiritual stones did you give him?"
Chu Yanshu paused slightly and said,
"I don't know, probably a million."
Sang Luo had a momentary heart attack,
"Give him one million high-grade spiritual stones?"
The hands under her sleeves clenched unconsciously, her eyes were closed tightly, and her face was full of regret. She now felt that it was better to let Zhang Jianting seek death.
Anyway, he will not die if the disaster lasts for thousands of years.
That’s one million high-grade spiritual stones!!!
Chu Yanshu looked at Sang Luo, took out another Qiankun bag, and handed it to her hand.
Sang Luo looked up at him and asked,
"Spiritual stone?"
Chu Yanshu shook his head,
"It's the spiritual essence. I got it from the warehouse when I left home."
One piece of spiritual marrow can be worth millions of spiritual stones.
Sang Luo took a deep breath,
"Give it to me?"
Chu Yanshu nodded, with a faint smile in his pair of penetrating black pupils,
"If you like, I will move everything from the Chu family's warehouse to you."