Chapter 1039: Battle of martial arts and gambling

As soon as they finished speaking, two figures flashed and jumped onto the ring in the middle. When everyone saw that they were two young young men. At this moment, their faces were a bit excited and excited. They all knew that it was their honor to be able to attend such a gathering. If they were lucky enough to be taken by people from the four major families again, they would have a great fortune.

So, they are all ready to show their skills.

After the two of them came on stage, they stood left and right, twenty meters apart. There were two large discs on both sides of the ring. Zhao Buzai smiled and said, "Now, the contestants have already come on stage. Please start betting. When betting, please write your own names to distinguish them!"

As soon as these words were said, everyone below became enthusiastic, and then they swiped through countless bank cards and all kinds of valuable things flying up the stage.

Everyone is a cultivator, so there is naturally a point of accuracy. Therefore, the things that everyone bets accurately fell into the disc on the ring.

Ding Shuai was also very interested in this kind of thing. He took out a bank card, thought about it, and threw it into the disc on the left.

Ding Yi was so excited that he took out a bank card and threw it into the disc on the left.

Han Yang looked on the stage and soon found that most of the people were betting on the man on the left. The reason was obvious. Judging from the aura emitted by this person, this person was at the peak of the eight-yuan master's cultivation, and his opponent was only the eight-yuan master's perfect cultivation.

This difference between high and low can be seen at a glance.

However, when Han Yang thought about it, he took out a bank card, wrote his name, and threw it into the disc on the right.

Ding Shuai and Ding Yi next to him were both surprised to see this scene. Ding Shuai looked at him with confusion and asked, "Senior Brother, why are you lying to the right?"

Han Yang looked at him and said lightly: "Because the person on the right will win!"

"How is that possible?" Ding Shuai looked puzzled, "The man on the left clearly has a high cultivation level!"

Han Yang smiled and said, "Then let's wait and see!"

Many people also saw this scene behind him, and most people looked a little contemptuous and disdainful on their faces. Some even sarcastically said, "I don't even have this little vision. Could this guy be a fool? I wonder why Miss Ding likes this guy?"

On the stage, Bai Yongfei, four powerful golden elixirs, saw Han Yang actually betting the person on the right, and a strange color flashed across their faces, including Bai Yongfei, who had a gloomy face, and a look of surprise flashed in their eyes.

Yang Qingwen, the young master of Deyun Martial Arts Hall, couldn't help but look at Han Yang in the audience, then turned around and asked, "Can you see this guy too?"

"No, this kind of fluctuation is not a powerful Jindan, and it cannot be sensed at all!" But it was Xiao Zhicheng who frowned and said.

Bai Yongfei had a calm face and glanced at Han Yang in the audience several times. The chill in his eyes became even more intense, but he didn't say anything.

But the slightly fat Zhao Buzai laughed and said, "Maybe this kid wants to do the opposite, but he is just lucky. What a big deal. Everyone, bet!"

As he said that, he glanced at the property in the disc on the left, and a greedy light flashed through his eyes. Then, he smiled, took out a black bead, and threw it into the disc on the right.

Then, Bai Yongfei, Xiao Zhicheng and Yang Qingwen all bet on the right at the same time.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the field was shocked and looked at Han Yang with strange eyes.

They all know that under normal circumstances, the bet side of these powerful people with Jindan cultivation must win, so every time they bet, the strong people of Jindan always place a bet in the end to avoid others following the trend.

But they were puzzled how Han Yang knew.

Ding Yi and Ding Shuai were also shocked and looked at Han Yang in disbelief.

"Senior Brother, what did you... see?" Ding Shuai looked at Han Yang with curiosity.

Han Yang glanced at him and smiled: "You will know later!"

After hearing this, Ding Shuai rolled his eyes wide. He was obviously dissatisfied with the answer. Ding Yi also looked at Han Yang with interest.

At this time, Zhao Buzai on the stage announced: "Okay, the betting is over. Now, two, please do it!"

The two eight-yuan masters on the stage who had already prepared a long time ago activated their cultivation and rushed towards them.

In the audience, countless pairs of eyes stared at them without blinking, because everyone knows that the winners and loses of these two people are related to their own winners and loses. Gambling can easily arouse people's competitive spirit.

The guy at the peak of the Eight Yuan Grandmaster had a confident look on his face. His cultivation level in his body reached its extreme, and he rushed towards the man opposite with a ferocious expression.

The man opposite him, the guy who was perfect in the Eight Yuan Master, had a cold expression and a cold sneer on the corner of his mouth. Seeing the other party punching, suddenly, a faint white light flashed out of his body and instantly shot into the fist of the person opposite.

Suddenly, the man's fist exploded and his flesh and blood flew everywhere.

A wail sounded on the stage, and the white light disappeared into the man's body again, and the guy at the peak of the Eight Yuan Grandmaster was already severely injured.

In the audience, some people who had seen each other were already surprised and shouted: "Lingbao, there is actually Lingbao in this guy's body!"

As soon as these words were said, the others suddenly realized that no wonder this guy had a confident look on his face, even though his cultivation was not as good as his own.

If you have a spiritual treasure, let alone a small realm, even if there are two small realms in your cultivation, you can make up for it. The power of the spiritual treasure is so terrible.

The wailing guy was quickly carried down. After defeating the eight-yuan master, the young man who was perfectly accused of defeating the other party, quickly turned around and bowed to Bai Yongfei and the four of them on the stage, shouting: "Little man Wang Yong, I am willing to follow you, please give me a chance!"

Everyone below was not surprised by this, obviously they were more used to it.

On the stage, Bai Yongfei and the other four heard this, looked at each other. Bai Yongfei took the lead and said coldly: "I'm not interested! Zhao Buzai, you take him!"

"Yes, thank you Mr. Bai!" Zhao Buzai looked overjoyed and quickly clasped his fists to thank him. Then he turned around and waved to Wang Yong in the field, saying, "Come here, in the future, you will be with me!"

Wang Yong immediately looked overjoyed and ran over.
Chapter completed!