Gao Wu Da Qin: You don’t want the secret to be known, right?

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Qin Feng has an "imaginary enemy" and hides in a low-rent house all day long, which makes some people anxious.

Xianyang 1st Ring Road, in the back garden of a luxurious mansion.

"Are you sure that [Shengtian Banzi] was hiding in the house and never came out?"

"Sure! Young Master! He really hasn't even taken a step out!"

"Then how does he eat these days?"

"This one……"

The young man who spoke was wearing a splendid prince's robe and a phoenix and jade belt around his waist. His facial features were elegant and graceful. The only thing he lacked was that he was too thin-skinned, which made people think he was a bit mean and cunning.

The young master stared at the servant and said word by word, "I'm asking you a question! How can he eat without leaving the house?"

The subordinate whispered, "The Martial Arts Alliance gave it to him."

The young master was stunned for a moment, "Martial Arts Alliance? Since when did the Xianyang Martial Arts Alliance stop giving food to people?"

The subordinate said, "That's it, Young Master! You also know that all the masters on the Yin Yang Family Quan Jing Hong List were helped by the Xianyang Martial Arts League to handle the formalities and send them the national examination clothing certificates, and the Martial Arts League was based on the friendship of the landlords. , they will leave a letter in it, clearly indicating their contact information, so that these seed players can contact them in time if they have trouble! Generally speaking, we old Xianyang people understand that this is just a courtesy from the government, not a real help. .”

"But that [Shengtian Hanzi] is not a local. He takes this letter seriously. Every day when he is hungry, he will make a phone call and ask the Martial Arts Alliance to deliver food to him! And he makes calls day and night. beg."

"Every time you send it, it starts with 100 copies!"

The young master frowned, "One hundred portions? Has he finished eating?"

The subordinate said, "I don't know much about this, but every time the disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance go to deliver meals, they have to go downstairs with a lot of lunch boxes and garbage. They come and go. In the past two days, they have delivered almost seven or eight to that kid. A hundred boxes of lunches!”

"I heard that the leaders of the Martial Arts League who were in charge of the national examinations were having a headache about this. When the Martial Arts League first gave out the gifts, they thought that this [Shengtian Banzi] was for testing themselves, and all they gave away were five hundred and one boxes of delicacies. , and then he ate more and more, and it looked like it was worth hundreds of thousands, but the Martial Arts Alliance couldn’t say that the letter was a show, and now the Martial Arts Alliance is breaking teeth and swallowing it. "

The young master waved his hand impatiently, "It's just a few hundred thousand dollars, what's there to feel bad about!"

"The problem now is, this disciple Zongheng is hiding and can't come out, what should I do?"

"I originally arranged three chance encounters for him, hoping to test out his trump card!"

"The first encounter was when Nie Qing, a lunatic, met Gai Nie. He was scared away by Gai Nie and the fight failed."

"The next two encounters were arranged, but he ended up hiding at home and couldn't come out! The encounters I arranged were useless!"

"Can it be said that this kid can predict the future?"

The subordinate whispered, "Sir, how about setting fire to the low-rent house and forcing that kid out."

"You are so crazy!" Young Master glanced at his subordinates, "I just want to test his trump card, I don't want to be his enemy!"

The subordinates were so frightened that they quickly lowered their heads and said, "I'm sorry."

The young master said angrily, "Do you know who that guy is? He is a disciple of Guigu! He is a disciple of Zongheng!"

"Do you know what Guigu is for?"

"This is a weird sect with no lower limit and no upper limit!"

"Every one of these guys is like a dragon or a phoenix among men, and every one of them is a killer!"

"As the saying goes, all the schools of thought are afraid that Guigu will come here, and even more afraid that Guigu will not come."

"Guigu Zongheng's disciples are more terrifying if they don't move than if they move!"

"Once the disciples of Guigu stop moving and disappear, they will definitely be holding back their big moves and bad moves. Maybe they will make some big news!"

"I'm sure that this [Shengtian Banzi] Qin Feng is holding back some bad moves!"

At this moment, a beautiful maid hurriedly came over and said, "Master, your fever has dropped."

The young master then pointed his finger, and a projection screen appeared in the void in front of him. At the top of the screen was a line of large characters: "Help the national examination, bet on the competition."

Rows of popularity rankings appeared above. From top to bottom, you can see many familiar names, such as One Saint, Two Gods, Three Immortals, Four Paths...

On the current screen, Yi Sheng’s bets are the largest, accounting for more than 50% of the total number of bettors and the total amount!

Apart from the One Saint, the rest are the Two Gods, Three Immortals, Four Daos and so on.

The lower the ranking, the less people deposit and the total amount is scarce.

As the person who added his name later, Qin Feng's betting number and amount were pitifully small. This shows that although everyone is amazed by Qin Feng's operation of adding his name as a latecomer, it is really amazing. When it comes to betting and showing sincerity with real money, everyone will return to rationality.

If [Shengtian Banzi] is really powerful, then his name should have been on the accurate list from the very beginning, instead of being added later.

Now add it on, it can only be said that there is a gap between [Shengtian Banzi] and the previous fifty-five masters. At this time, no one wants the person they bet on to lose, so everyone bets on the players with the highest winning rate. , so that the more games a player wins, the more generous rewards they can get!

Of course, in addition to gamblers who seek stability, there are also many adventurists who like to pick those guys with exaggerated odds and low winning rates. In this way, if they can succeed, they will make a huge profit and go directly to the top of their lives.

At this time, it stands to reason that [Shengtian Hanzi], who ranks last on the list, should rise!

No, still no one voted for [Shengtian Banzi].

The reason is the same, everyone just wants a dark horse who can counterattack, not a hopeless sunfish!

[Shengtian Banzi]'s strength is not something that gamblers looking for stability can look down on, but gamblers looking for excitement can also look down on him. No one is really sorry about their own money.

Seeing that the last one, [Shengtian Banzi], was almost 1 to 40, no one still bet on [Shengtian Banzi].

At this moment, this kind of betting scene appeared all over Xianyang City, in every ring and every block. People from high-ranking officials to rogues would stop to bet one or two.

"Betting on [Shengtian Banzi], isn't this just throwing money away?"

"That's right! The money you bet on [Shengtian Banzi] is not as good as betting on other players who are not on the list. There may be one or two dark horses that can jump out!"

"Those media outlets that used to hype [Shengtian Banzi] are now all betting on [Yisheng], which shows that [Shengtian Banzi] really has little hope."

"I heard people say that [Shengtian Banzi] is a disciple of the Strategist family. Do you think it's possible that it's true?"

"Are the disciples of the Zong Heng family great? Don't forget, the martial arts of the Zong Heng family are uneven. Some people are good at martial arts, and some people don't know martial arts at all. The average martial arts level of the Zong Heng family is not necessarily higher than that of the Mo family!"

Outside the chattering crowd, under the eaves of the snow-covered green tile roof, a middle-aged swordsman wearing a civilian sword shirt, with long hair flying, looked at the projection screen not far away without saying a word.