Tian Yuan

It took a total of half a year, and Changsun Fengye finally returned to the ancient star of Yanchang.

During this period of time, he offended about [-] top evildoers, each of whom was a well-known figure.

"Old Chen, the situation has gotten out of hand, will it be messed up?"

After the eldest grandson Fengye came back, he found Chen Qingyuan directly, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

"Don't panic, when we really can't stand it anymore, let's turn around and slip away."

Chen Qingyuan likes to be lively, in this way, he can earn more resources.

Now as long as someone is playing against each other, Chen Qingyuan not only collects management fees, but also sits on the sidelines.

Bet on winning or losing, who gets hurt first, how many rounds you can fight, etc.

Now that his reputation has improved, Chen Qingyuan's daily income from spiritual stones can be called an astronomical figure.Of course, if you are unlucky, you will lose a lot in one day.

In general, win more and lose less, and gain a lot.

"Changsun Fengye, here I come!"

Several hours later, Feng Chen in a purple shirt came from the sky.

The Tianjiao recognized its origin at a glance, and exclaimed: "The holy son of Qianchen sect!"

Feng Chen stood above a ring, his sharp eyes fell on Changsun Fengye's body, and he said menacingly, "Let's fight on stage!"

I really don't want people to rest!

Changsun Fengye really wanted to complain, why did he work so hard.

Do you have any resources?

Although there are indeed a lot of resources, as the Son of Misty, he really does not lack.

Make friends carelessly!

Changsun Fengye glanced at Chen Qingyuan beside him, and sighed softly.

"Look at what I do, go up and fuck him!"

Chen Qingyuan patted Changsun Fengye on the shoulder and whispered.

"Why don't you go?"

Changsun Fengye complained.

"He made it clear that he came to look for you. What does it have to do with me?" Fortunately, Chen Qingyuan left his eldest grandson Fengye's name on the gauntlet instead of his own: "Besides, I have to sit in the village to collect money, and wait until the fight is over." I'll give you more points when it's over."

"It's a blood loss to know you in this life."

Changsun Fengye lost a sentence.

"You can't say that, if you didn't know me, would your soul find a place to belong?"

This trick has been tried and tested.

"..." Changsun Fengye's face was full of black lines: "Get lost."

"Remember to play against him to luck Qinglian, don't miss the opportunity."

Chen Qingyuan made a reminder.

"understood."

Of course Sun Fengye will not forget this matter.

The screen changed, and it was on a huge arena.

Changsun Fengye and Feng Chen of Qianchen Sect looked at each other, their swords were on the verge of breaking out: "Do you dare to bet on a lucky green lotus?"

"It is written in the war book that if you lose, you will pay three plants, right?"

Feng Chen asked back.

"Yes." Changsun Fengye nodded.

"Then bet."

Feng Chen is not afraid.

The atmosphere on the arena was gradually tense, but it was extremely lively outside the arena.

With a wave of Chen Qingyuan's sleeve, a huge table appeared in front of him, with many odds written on it.

"Don't stand still, don't you all want to gamble on such a wonderful battle?"

Avoid fights if you can.But for making money, you must be serious, rack your brains, and spare no effort.

Chen Qingyuan wants to squeeze out the wealth of all parties as much as possible, and turn it into his own private property in a reasonable way.

In fact, Chen Qingyuan didn't know how many spirit stones he had now, so he didn't count them carefully.However, he can be sure that most of the first-class and weak forces in the Northern Wilderness are not as good as himself.

"I bet on Daoist Changsun to win!"

"Although Changsun Fengye is not weak, I have seen the ability of the Holy Son of Qianchen Sect before, so I bet a thousand high-grade spirit stones, and the Holy Son of Qianchen will win!"

"At the beginning, Dongli Jianzi lost half a move to the eldest grandson Fengye, and the son of Qianchen was probably too embarrassed. Although I am very displeased with Chen Qingyuan's face, who would have trouble with Qian."

"Sacred Son Qianchen must have been injured first..."

There was a lot of noise outside the arena, and the spirit stones bet had accumulated to more than 50 top-grade spirit stones and 5 yuan top-grade spirit stones.

As for middle-grade spirit stones and low-grade spirit stones.

Sorry, Chen Qingyuan doesn't like it anymore, so I don't accept it.

When the reputation is established, it is easy to make money.

Chen Qingyuan decided to make it bigger and stronger step by step, emptying most people's pockets.

"I'm also here to join in the fun."

Suddenly, a chilly voice came from a distance, and then a warship docked near the ancient star Yanchang.

The people of Ewha Palace!

The faces of the people changed in shock.

Afterwards, looking at the women who came in long skirts, the eyes of all the young heroes stared straight.

"The Saintess of the Ewha Palace is here in person, I'm being courteous."

Chen Qingyuan pretended to be respectful, and clasped his fists.

"One hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones, bet on Changsun Fengye...lose."

Wang Shutong was dressed in a white dress, and no one could get close to her body. The extreme chill made people shudder.

"it is good."

After receiving the Lingshi, Chen Qingyuan issued a certificate.

Standing beside Wang Shutong is Xiao Yanran, the second disciple of the younger generation of Lihua Palace.She sized Chen Qingyuan several times, and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if she had seen it somewhere.

However, Xiao Yanran didn't remember it after thinking about it for a long time.

Back then, Chen Qingyuan attacked the Lihua Palace secretly and took away the piece of meteoric iron.At that time, he concealed his aura and blamed it on Zhaixinglou.

"I'll make a bet too."

Before the battle started, a man in black appeared.

With the appearance of this person, Yanchang Ancient Star became even more lively.

The boss of the eighteen veins in the western border, Fu Dongliu.

This guy is not a good stubble. It is said that since he practiced Taoism, he has never been defeated once among his peers.

"20 high-grade spirit stones, Changsun Fengye - win!"

Fu Dongliu hopes that Changsun Fengye can win, so as to make this game more interesting.He doesn't care about hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.

"okay!"

Chen Qingyuan immediately issued a voucher.

Then, someone else came.

Other evildoers from the eighteen veins of western Xinjiang came one after another.

The boss Fu Dongliu is here to join in the fun, how could they miss it.

"I believe in the vision of the boss, [-] top-grade spirit stones, please take a moment."

"One hundred thousand spirit stones."

"Eighty thousand spirit stones..."

Good guy, the bets for this battle have already accumulated over one million high-grade spirit stones.

Chen Qingyuan calculated for a while, regardless of the large amount, no matter who wins or loses, it seems that he has not made a profit.

It's because of this group of guys from the Eighteen Veins of Xijiang, what are they doing betting on Sun Fengye to win if they have nothing to do.

"For countless years, you are the first person who dared to open a casino at Baimai Feast."

Fu Dongliu narrowed his eyes and said to Chen Qingyuan.

"There is always someone to set a precedent."

Chen Qingyuan and Fu Dongliu looked at each other without any fear.

The two people in the arena were not disturbed by the outside world, and the two sides have not done anything, and they are testing each other.

call out--

At a certain moment, a strand of hair in front of Changsun Fengye's eyes suddenly broke.

The stage of probing is over, and Changsun Fengye is considered to be at a disadvantage.

The real battle is on the verge of breaking out.