Rural Shennong

Meng Xiangyun gritted his teeth, stared at people with cannibalistic eyes, asked his subordinates to bring a tablet computer, called up the deed of the mansion in Beverly Hills, and quickly went through the transfer procedures with Kang Qing.

Beverly Hills is known as the richest manor in the world, and each mansion is worth hundreds of millions of Citicoins.

The price does not seem high, and it is not as good as some courtyard houses in the capital.

But its meaning is different. The land in Beverly Hills cannot be bought with money. It requires a certain status and social influence.

The people who live there are either rich or expensive, and they are not short of money. There are very few precedents of transferring the built luxury houses.

Not to mention the young gang leader Meng Xiangyun, even for the Meng family, this top-notch mansion in Beverly has a special meaning of showing their status.

If he really lost this mansion, Meng Xiangyun would feel pain too.

But at this moment, Meng Xiangyun doesn't feel distressed at all, because he is confident that he can win back the lost mansion soon.

After the transfer was completed, Meng Xiangyun's eyes turned red, and he said coldly like a crazy gambler: "Kang Qing, I fulfilled my previous bet, do you still dare to continue betting with me now?"

Kang Qing said calmly: "Why don't you dare!"

Meng Xiangyun threw away the tablet: "Very good!"

"Then let's bet on the next game. If my second uncle wins, you will have to be my slave girl, and everything about you is mine!"

A trace of shame and anger flashed in Kang Qing's eyes: "What if I win? What equal bet can you come up with?"

If the principle of reciprocity is really followed, if Meng Xiangyun loses, he will become Kang Qing's slave and lose everything he has to Kang Qing.

Even if Meng Xiangyun thought he would win, he would not dare to agree to such a bet.

Meng Xiangyun said disdainfully: "It's a joke, you are worthy of talking with Ben Shao as equals?"

Chen Ping said coldly: "I found that what you said stinks like farting."

"You know you will lose, so you dare not bet?"

"I deliberately said something to gamble again, is it to save a little face in advance?"

"You are so naive and ridiculous!"

Meng Xiangyun wanted to chop Chen Ping into pieces: "You're a fucking fart, is there room for you to talk here? What are you!"

Kang Qing frowned and said, "What Mr. Er means is what I mean!"

Meng Xiangyun laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, you want to bet, right?"

"If I lose, I will kneel and kowtow to you, and I will give you another ten billion!"

"Do you dare to accept such a bet?"

His bet was not insignificant, but he never thought of losing.

What kneeling and kowtowing, [-] billion, he just said that casually in a panic.

Kang Qing knew Chen Ping's true identity, and she glanced at Meng Xiangyun with a strange look: "Are you sure you want to bet so big?"

Meng Xiangyun said impatiently: "Do you fucking dare to bet!"

Kang Qing nodded: "I'll bet with you, but we must make a written agreement!"

Meng Xiangyun made a written statement with Kang Qing indifferently, writing clearly in black and white.

After finishing the bet, Meng Xiangyun couldn't wait to point to Chen Ping and said, "Second Uncle, I want him to die, understand?"

Meng Fanbang called out his famous ring-head knife, raised his hand and touched the blade: "Don't worry, I won't let him die easily, I won't let him cry for three hours before dying, even if I live The ability to cut is ruined!"

A cold light flashed in Chen Ping's eyes. They were going to kill him alive. Of course he wanted to surprise his opponent.

The onlookers didn't see it that way. Eighty percent of the onlookers thought that Chen Ping was doomed.

After all, Meng Fanbang is famous for countless achievements. Compared with him, Chen Ping is just a fledgling young man.

"I admire him very much, he still has the confidence to face Grandmaster Fanbang!"

"Yes, if I had been paralyzed from fright, I would have been cut alive."

"It deserves it! I have long thought that this kid is not pleasing to the eye, this is his own court for death."

"Oh! It's a pity that he was blinded at such a young age!"

"I've seen Master Fanbang's live cutting skills. I bet 1000 yuan that this kid won't survive for [-] dollars!"

"Aren't you kidding? He's turned into a skeleton for a thousand dollars. I bet he can stick to five hundred dollars, which is also 1000 yuan. Who will bet on me."

"I bet three hundred dollars..."

Except for Kang Qing and Li Liting, no one was optimistic about Chen Ping's victory. They just wondered how long Chen Ping could last before he died.

A series of mocking, contemptuous, or pity eyes stared at Chen Ping, as if he was watching a death row prisoner whose hands were trapped and pressed to the ground, who was about to be executed.

Meng Fanbang walked to the middle of the lawn in the distance with a full of hostility, and hooked his fingers at Chen Ping: "Boy, I won't give you a chance to beg for mercy, come here and die!"

With his hands behind his back, Chen Ping walked slowly towards Meng Fanbang: "Are you going to cut me alive?"

Meng Fanbangsen sneered: "I have been cut 18 knives, [-] knives, but I haven't tried [-] knives."

"I heard that you are a body-training martial artist with a strong physique. I hope you don't let me down. You'd better survive until the end!"

Seeing that Chen Ping had already walked into the station circle and reached his attack range within [-] meters, Meng Fanbang didn't talk nonsense, and raised his hand to Chen Ping and swung two saber airs.

The lion fought the rabbit with all his strength. Meng Fanbang knew that Chen Ping was a strong body builder who could kill the top masters in the Embryo Realm, so he was still very cautious. He didn't mean to underestimate Chen Ping at all, and he didn't want to give him a chance to get close.

These two saber airs were as fast as a gust of wind. Wherever they passed, the weeds were cut off into a smooth piece, and then they were rolled up by the saber air, carrying half a foot of soil, and were rolled up into the air. .

Its momentum is far from that of the previous two fights.

The two saber qi went straight to Chen Ping's road, intending to cut off Chen Ping's legs.

As long as Chen Ping lost his ability to move, it would be meat on the chopping board, and Meng Fanbang could dispose of him at will.

"As expected of Grandmaster Fanbang, this saber spirit is too strong!"

"Of course, the Guru of the Bone Changing Realm can be regarded as a super strong man. This kid is beyond his control. He is like a fly shaking a big tree."

"He won't be unable to take every move!"

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, two sword qi had already struck Chen Ping's feet.

But Chen Ping didn't react at all, and still walked forward without haste.

Just when everyone thought that Chen Ping had been frightened into a fool, the two swords stood fiercely on Chen Ping's calf.

"Dangdang!" After two crisp sounds, the two saber qi collided with Chen Ping's calf and disappeared.

Those people who are nagging are like ducks that have been strangled. The exclamation and discussion just now stopped abruptly.

Chen Ping looked at his feet: "That's it?"

These two words were like two resounding slaps in the face, they were slapped on everyone's faces, and their faces were blood red.

Meng Xiangyun shouted angrily: "What are you doing, kill him quickly, kill him!"

This battle is not only about life and death, but also about a gamble. Meng Xiangyun never wants to lose, and he can't afford to lose either!

Meng Fanbang, who was [-] meters away from Chen Ping, also had a look of surprise on his face.

Although he didn't directly cut off Chen Ping's calf, Meng Fanbang didn't panic, because his two sword qi were not as simple as they seemed on the surface.

Meng Fanbang pointed at Chen Ping and said, "Boy, you are finished!"

"Blast me!"