I use the Illustrated Book of the Heavens to kill hundreds of millions of demons

"Extra!"

"Extra!"

"The latest news, an hour later, the decisive battle in the grievance area."

"The subordinates are dissatisfied with the master's exploitation and eventually become a blood feud, and vow to let the master's blood spill on the ring."

"The opponents are the water hall disciple Haiyue and her servant Ning Fei."

"Wonderful duel, don't miss the opportunity and never come again."

"The handicap is open, friends who want to bet hurry up."

"One is a Shuitang disciple with superb martial arts skills and solid inner strength, and the other is a disciple who can only do odd jobs."

"Press Haiyue for one, and press Ningfei for one hundred. Those who want to make money come quickly."

This incident spread throughout the Cang Haizong with lightning speed.

Most of these disciples here are from wealthy and powerful families, otherwise they could come here to learn martial arts, and of course some of them were really selected by their own efforts.

However, after being cultivated in such an environment for a long time, they have already become similar to them.

Things spread quickly, and everyone was very interested.

"Isn't this obviously sending money?"

"I bet one hundred thousand dollars on Haiyue!"

"I bet 30 yuan on Haiyue. By the way, who is the one who opened the market this time? Don't let his grandma lose the money."

"That's right, don't play if you can't afford it."

From anyone's point of view, this is a business of giving away money for free.

A mere handyman, who couldn't bear the harshness of his master, wanted to overcome his superiors. If ordinary people might succeed, it's a pity that he challenged the disciples of Canghaizong. This is absolutely impossible to defeat.

A disciple of the Canghai Sect who has practiced for two years, and a handyman who has not been trained, a fool can tell who wins by comparing the two.

"I heard it was Ma Jun."

"Oh?"

"Ma Jun from Jintang?!"

"That kid has a good family. If he has some money, he shouldn't be fooling around."

"People are willing to give money, so let's accept it reluctantly."

The grievance area is already crowded with people.

Ma Er was dealing with the matter of pressing money, there were too many people who came, almost all the disciples from the five halls came, and all of them were pressing Haiyue to win, it would be foolish to have money but not make money.

Ma Jun is currently in the private room in the enmity area.

Even though it is the Enmity Zone, there are also private rooms. Of course, the fee for this private room is set by the sect for disciples who have no money, so they really can't live in it.

Ma Jun was walking on the sofa in the private room with his legs crossed, a cigarette in one hand and a goblet in the other.

Martha was kneeling in front of him.

Ma Jun smiled and said, "Is everything you said true?"

"Is that kid really that good? If so, we will make a lot of money this time. I didn't expect him to be a hidden master."

"Young master, it's true."

"That kid can still use his true energy. Several of our brothers have fought against him, but they didn't take advantage of it. The slave thinks that Haiyue is definitely not Ning Fei's opponent."

"Now everyone is betting on Haiyue to win, and when the time comes, all their money will belong to you, Young Master."

I smoked a cigarette and drank some red wine.

Ma Jun laughed and said: "Hehe, if this is the case, the rewards from you and Ma Er will be indispensable. It's really interesting. Only the master of waste can't suppress his slaves. Ma Da, are you right?"

Of course Ma Da could hear that Ma Jun had something to say, and that cold look in his eyes made him tremble all over. Ma Da knew very well what kind of ruthless person his young master was.

"Correct!"

"Young master is right!"

Ma Da hurriedly kowtowed, and at the same time Ma Jun's arrogant laughter echoed in the entire private room.

Got rich.
I'm really going to get rich now
Ma Er has been collecting money at the moment, and has collected nearly hundreds of millions of dollars.

Everyone is betting on Haiyue instead of Ning Fei. This is a battle without any difference, and everyone knows who to bet on.

Hong Ling walked in from the door and slapped all his money on the table.

Seeing Ma Er, he couldn't help rubbing his hands together, and said with a smile, "So it's Miss Hong Ling, who is Miss Hong Ling suppressing? Hehe, of course it's Miss Haiyue, right?"

"The 1000 million yuan is all for Ning Fei to win!" The corner of Hong Ling's mouth raised a smile, she just wanted to take an unusual path, and she had seen it before, Haiyue was very afraid of Ning Fei, maybe she would really You might lose.

"What?!" Ma Er was dumbfounded.

"Miss Hong Ling, you bet 1000 million on that trash servant?!" Ma Er was already sweating coldly.

1000 million yuan, that is to say, if Ning Fei wins, they will have to give Hongling one billion yuan.

"Hey, Hong Ling, are you stupid?!"

"That's right, are you going to send money?!"

"It's better to press Haiyue, that villain named Ning Fei is useless."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help persuading Hong Ling that her behavior was tantamount to giving money to Ma Jun.

boom!
It's sputtering.
Ma Jun's pupils shrank suddenly, and the goblet in his hand fell to pieces.

The veins on his forehead exploded, his eyes were extremely shocked, and he roared angrily: "What's going on?! Why did Hong Ling suppress that servant, and it cost 1000 million yuan at once. Isn't this killing me?!"

Ma Da opened his mouth, and he was already dumbfounded.

I didn't expect that Hong Ling's shot would be so ruthless, it was directly 1000 million yuan.

Hong Ling raised her head, looked at the group of guys upstairs with her heroic face, and said disdainfully, "I can spend my lady's money as I like, and I didn't spend your money. What are you doing?"

Then he lowered his head, stared at Ma Er, and said with a smile, "Why, I can't suppress it? Or, you can't afford it?"

One billion dollars!

This is not something ordinary people can afford, even Ma Jun can't afford it.

Ma Er's face was pale, how could he decide this kind of thing, but if he didn't agree to Hong Ling, wouldn't he tell everyone that Ning Fei's servant also had a chance to win? In this way, more people would press Ning It's not a good thing to fly.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Okay, I'll write it for you."

"That's right."

Hong Ling turned and left with a smile, found a private room and waited for the good show to unfold.

Water hall.

In the main hall, Shui Luolan was studying martial arts books.

She looks about 50 years old, but she is well maintained, and she looks like she is only in her 30s.

The clothes on his body are relatively modern, a white sweater and a pair of shorts, and a pair of black silk to keep warm. Those slender legs can kill a lot of leg control.

The charm is still there and it is irresistible, full of mature beauty.

"Hall Master!"

"Help me, woo woo woo."

Haiyue ran in from the entrance of the main hall crying.

Shui Luolan slightly frowned, her bright red lips pursed slightly.

"Sea moon?"

"Didn't the master of the hall tell me long ago that you are not allowed to enter here except my direct disciples? Why are you doing this?" Haiyue's behavior made her feel very unhappy.

Haiyue knelt down in front of Shui Luolan with a plop.

She cried and said, "Help me, hall master!!"