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The gray-robed youth lowered his voice.

"Twenty? How stupid!" After being stunned for a moment, the second young man's eyes lit up: "Others don't know who is fighting on the stage. Junior Brother Xiao, the latter has only been acquainted for less than two years, so how could he be the opponent of Senior Brother Mo!"

"Yeah, the [-] is considered a waste of money..." The gray-robed youth chuckled, thinking that he had met a fool who had made so much at once, and then saw Tsing Yi, who was retreating steadily on the stage, came to the side of the stage, sword There was a sudden surge of anger.

Puchi!

Bai Yi was stabbed in the chest and penetrated in one stroke.

Tsing Yi, win!

The first thousand nine hundred and fifty five chapters of gambling

"This……"

The two who were smiling were dumbfounded at the same time, and looked at each other, speechless.

How did you win?

Obviously lost immediately, how could he win?

"Qing Yi knew that he was not as good as the opponent in terms of swordsmanship understanding, so he deliberately retreated and let him be paralyzed, and then he succeeded in one fell swoop!"

"That's right, every sword fight is a battle of life and death, if you are not careful, you may lose everything!"

There were voices of discussion all around.

We are all disciples of Jiange, watching others compete with swords is also a process of learning.

Tsing Yi's understanding of swordsmanship is obviously not as good as that of the opposite Bai Yi, but he has the last laugh, mentality is sometimes very important.

Otherwise, whoever has the best swordsmanship will definitely win, and the bet will be meaningless.

"This guy, what luck..."

Quickly understanding what was going on, the corners of the gray-robed youth's mouth twitched a few times.

This face-to-face guy is really lucky.

The first time you bet, you won!

It's ridiculous that I thought he was a fool... After a long time of trouble, I was the one who was stupid!

"Come on, exchange the money for me!"

When he was depressed, he saw the other party coming to him and handed over the chips.

One to one point five, and gave the other party thirty Jiange coins, and just after the deal was over, another person came up to the stage.

"Do you want to continue betting?"

With a flash in his eyes, the gray-robed youth snorted.

Gambling, winning once or twice is nothing, as long as you continue to gamble, all the money will definitely go to the dealer.

"Okay!" Zhang Xuan nodded.

I only stayed here for less than 1 minute, and I didn't even need to go to the station, and I made ten Jiange coins. Such a quick way to make money, naturally I have to continue.

"Very good, this time it's just the two of us betting. I'm not the banker, so it's fairer! I bet...the man in Tsing Yi wins!"

After taking a look, the gray-robed youth smiled slightly and said.

"That's good, I'll bet on the man in white to win, thirty Jiange coins!" Zhang Xuan bet all the money he just earned.

"Okay, I'll give you thirty coins!"

The gray-robed youth snorted coldly.

Because of the frequent gambling, the strength and true identities of both parties on the stage are well known.

The two who came up this time, the one in black is Senior Brother Zhou from the inner sect, and the one in white is Senior Brother Wang.

These two people have met each other on a regular basis, and they have fought against each other. Brother Zhou has a higher chance of winning, while Senior Brother Wang has more losses than wins.

The bet is set, and the competition on the stage has already begun.

As expected, Senior Brother Zhou was exactly as the gray-robed youth had guessed. He was extremely sharp when he struck, and every attack gave a strong oppression. Senior Brother Wang retreated in a row, as if there was no room for retaliation.

"Hey, wait to lose!"

The gray-robed youth breathed a sigh of relief.

I just lost ten Jiange coins, and it seems that I can earn them back...

After retreating seven or eight steps in a row, senior brother Wang in white, seeing that if he continued to retreat, he might fall off the competition platform, his body suddenly swayed, nimbly like a leopard, and jumped to the side.

Senior brother Zhou in black struck the air with his sword, and just about to turn around, he saw the opponent's long sword stabbing towards him diagonally and resting on his neck.

Lose in black!

"Excuse me!"

Zhang Xuan smiled faintly.

After losing two games in a row, the gray-robed youth's face trembled. Although he was reluctant, he gritted his teeth and handed over thirty Jiange coins.

"Do you still dare to continue?"

In the sword pavilion, there are endless people who want to compete, almost every moment, and just after the end here, someone rushed up.

After a pause, the gray-robed youth continued to look over.

I have always made a lot of money in the betting business here, but this is the first time that I have lost so badly.

"Of course, I should choose first this time!" Zhang Xuan smiled lightly.

"Please!"

The gray-robed youth nodded.

"This time, I still choose Baiyi to win! Bet [-] Jiange coins!" Zhang Xuan pointed.

The gray-robed youth looked over, and nodded again after a while: "Okay! I bet on black!"

Of the two on stage this time, he only recognized one, that is, Senior Brother Du in black. As for who it was in white, he didn't know.

However, Senior Brother Du's strength is extremely strong. There are no more than ten people in the entire inner sect who can win with swordsmanship alone. Since the one on the opposite side can't be recognized, he shouldn't be one of the ten. It's not difficult for the former to win!