Something is wrong with Jian Zun

Minghong Excalibur is famous all over the world, and its prestige is known to everyone.

But there are not many people who have the opportunity to see Minghong with their own eyes.

Moreover, Minghong's scabbard is simple and unpretentious, the whole body is pitch black, and it is only decorated with dark reliefs. At first glance, it looks ordinary. It's too expensive to sell ten spirit stones.

Obviously, most of the people who came to listen to the bamboo building still have eyesight. Even if they don't know what kind of sword is under the scabbard, the moment it is thrown out, the surroundings are quiet.

Including the notorious Zhejian Jun opposite.

He fixed his eyes, stared at the scabbard, narrowed his eyes, and gave an order lightly: "Take out your sword and let me have a look."

Chu Zhaoliu had never seen anyone who dared to speak to Xie Ming like this, and suddenly felt chills on the back of his neck because of him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xie Ming stretched out his slender fingers and lightly pressed on the hilt of the sword.

With a bang, the bright sword light reflected, and a small part of the autumn water-like sword body was exposed, and it was immediately pressed back into the sheath.

From a quick glance, it can be seen that this is a peerless sword.

"Good sword!"

Suddenly, some people around couldn't stand still, their pity for the sword overwhelmed their excitement, and they couldn't help persuading them: "This fellow Taoist, think twice! What if you lose the bet..."

Xie Ming acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and he didn't even lift his eyelids, he was unmoved in the slightest.

Looking at it like this, he is determined to go to the casino.

Other people's things, no matter how much you think you can't get your hands on it, a group of people gathered nearby, staring at Ming Hongjian with fiery eyes, whispering constantly, shaking their heads and sighing: "Prodigal, too prodigal!"

"Although the sword is good, you followed the wrong person!"

"They are bound to lose. If they can win, I will write my name upside down."

"Does anyone recognize the origin of this sword? I think it looks familiar..."

"In other words, a hundred years ago, I was lucky enough to see the Sword Master unleashing his sword. It was as bright as snow and moon, and it still haunts me in my dreams. This sword seems to be..."

"Wake up, you! How could the sword master come here and take out the Minghong sword as a bet."

"I didn't expect to see two foolish idiots in one night. If his master knew it, he would be ashamed of him!"

Seeing that Xie Ming seemed to be serious, Chu Zhaoliu couldn't help but ask, "Brother Xie?"

It's him who wants to play, Xie Ming shouldn't be the one who wants to bet.

Xie Ming: "Just use it."

His attitude and tone are not strong, flat, but it is irresistible.

After Chu Zhaoliu was stunned, he thought for a while. Although he could transmit sound, he couldn't help tiptoeing to his ear: "Then don't worry, I won't lose."

The soft, warm breath, with a trace of bitterness and sweetness, swept past the ears.

Xie Ming's eyes were warm, he nodded slightly at him, and Ba Feng looked at Zhejian Jun on the opposite side without moving: "Your bet?"

According to the rules, the value of the bet cannot be lower than that of their side.

Zhejian Jun stared at Minghongjian, his chest was pounding.

He wanted to forge a sword that is unparalleled in the world. Over the years, he has searched for countless materials, and he has handled thousands of swords. It can be seen at a glance that this sword is more powerful than the swords of all the people in the Tingzhu Building combined. .

It is definitely a peerless sword!

He rolled his eyes, took out a stack of blood pact talismans from the ring, and slapped them on the table: "This is the master-slave blood pact I signed over the years, and there are many famous masters among them. I hand over the sovereignty of the contract to you."

This kind of blood contract is guided by the spiritual talisman, and its restraint ability is naturally far less than that of the soul blood contract that reaches the sea of ​​consciousness.

Chu Zhaoliu lazily leaned against the gambling table, waving his fan, smiling sweetly: "Oh? Is this worth two natal swords? Are you fooling a fool?"

Listening to the assessment by the girl from the bamboo building, the girl standing by the gaming table also shook her head and said kindly: "My guest, your chips are not worth enough. According to the rules, you can also choose to refuse to continue gambling and take your victory." Enjoy the gambling table."

Zhejian Jun was dumb for a moment, his eyes were flickering.

Want to gamble?

The two people on the opposite side seem to have low spiritual power, even just novices, with an appearance of ignorance, and if they can hold such a divine sword, they are likely to be sons of some big family, or young masters raised by a certain big sect.

Coupled with some of his methods... He can conclude that he can win.

After thinking about this, the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart was diluted, Lord Zhejian calmed down again, gritted his teeth, took off the saber from his waist, and threw it on the table with pride: "You all dare to bet, why don't I dare?"

Seeing that the bet has been placed, the girl picked up the dice cup and shook it rhythmically.

Hearing that the three lunatics here gambled with the natal sword, most of the people in the casino gathered together, the noise gradually died down, and they all opened their eyes wide, watching this outrageous gamble with bated breath.

The young Jianxiu, who had lost the bet on his natal sword, was sweating on his forehead. He was looking forward to and frightened. He couldn't help but want to hold Chu Zhaoliu's hand and talk to him.

In the end, before his hand touched Chu Zhaoliu, he was stabbed by something icy cold. The pain caused him to withdraw his hand, and looked around blankly with tears in his eyes, but he didn't find what it was.

He froze for a moment, thinking it was an illusion, and stretched out his hand again.

This time the back of his hand was pecked hard by something, he retracted his hand hissingly, and looked down, there was a red mark on the back of his hand, as if he had been pecked by a bird.

... Where did the bird come from?

The surrounding area was so quiet that a needle could be heard, the young man looked at the figures of the two people in front of him, hesitated for a while, but still didn't dare to speak.

Suddenly, with a "boom", the girl put the dice cup on the gaming table.

His heartbeat seemed to be knocked with a "boom", and he looked over subconsciously, and swallowed hard.

"Two wins in three rounds, two guests, bet big and small?"

Zhejian Jun folded his hands confidently: "You guys go first."

Chu Zhaoliu didn't pay attention to the movement behind him at all, and he was not polite when he heard the words, and looked at Xie Ming: "Your sword, you come to start the first round?"

Xie Ming's expression remained unchanged, and he used his index finger to push the little yellow bird back into his sleeve, and moved his thin lips: "Little."

Chu Zhaoliu looked at the girl: "Let's bet on the young."

Zhejian Jun chuckled: "It's just right, I bet big!"

The girl grabbed the dice cup and slowly opened it.

Everyone stretched their necks.

"Big."

The young Jianxiu's face turned pale instantly: "This..."

Are these two people here to give away the head enthusiastically!

There were boos all around: "It's over, it's over."

"I just said, Zhejian Jun has never lost!"

"I really feel heartbroken, the world is going downhill, people's hearts are not old..."

Zhejian Jun's eyes were full of pride.

Chu Zhaoliu was not in a hurry, put his fan together, put his chin to laugh, and said teasingly: "It's over, Xie San, your luck is too bad, for the next two, just ask God for help in your heart."

Seeing that he still acted calmly and calmly, everyone not only didn't appreciate it, but shook their heads again.

What's the use of holding on to face?

In Tingzhulou's territory, if you lose, you lose, and you can't play tricks.

The teleportation formations are placed in different locations, and they are sent away randomly. Once the consciousness on the sword is wiped off, and they take your sword and leave, even if you go back to the sect and cry and bring reinforcements, it will be difficult to find someone.

The girl picked up the dice cup again and shook it swiftly.

Chu Zhaoliu leaned on the gambling table, with a smile on his lips, and his dark eyes were very gentle, staring at the dice cup.

Not long after, the girl put the dice cup on the gaming table again, and repeated: "Two guests, bet big or small?"

Chu Zhaoliu raised his hand politely: "There are comings and goings, this time your Excellency invites you first?"

Lord Folding Sword glanced at him, with Chen Zhu in his chest: "I'd better bet on this one—Friend Daoist, I will treat your sword well."

Chu Zhaoliu smiled: "Then I'll bet on Xiao. This girl, let's see how lucky I am as a novice."

A lot of people around have dispersed, thinking that it is a foregone conclusion, and there is no chance of a comeback.

The rest of the people just stayed where they were, looking at Ming Hongjian regretfully.

Just when many people turned around and left, they heard the girl's crisp voice: "Little."

what? !

All the people who were leaving Qi Qisheng turned around, stepped back, and looked over in disbelief.

Two three three, little one!

Chu Zhaoliu dragged out the tone: "Oh? It seems that I, a novice, have good luck."

With one hand hanging on the gaming table, he tapped his knuckles gently.

Zhejian Jun on the opposite side looked at the three dice in the dice cup in disbelief as if he had seen a ghost.

His method of winning and winning is actually very simple and rude.

As long as the opponent's spiritual power is lower than his, when the dice cup falls, a burst of spiritual power will pop up, whether it is big or small, he has the final say.

Because of his profound spiritual power, he has never lost before, and there are only so many people in the world whose spiritual power is higher than his, so it is quite safe not to take a second look at this kind of gamble.

He just popped out his spiritual power and covered the dice.

There will be problems, and the only possibility is that the spiritual power of the two people on the opposite side is deeper than his.

Zhejian-jun's back was soaked in cold sweat instantly, it was soaking cold.

His fingertips hidden in his sleeves trembled, and he glanced at the two people across from him again—it was obviously a low spiritual power that could be seen through at a glance.

If the realm of these two people is much higher than his, then it is not surprising that this happens.

Because of the variables in this round, the people around are also interested.

Both sides won one round each, and then the next game is to decide whether to win or lose. This is a bit interesting, and it is much more interesting than the feeling of no suspense before.

The young sword cultivator also patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

The girl picked up the dice cup again and started shaking it.

Zhejian Jun suddenly said in a harsh voice: "I won't gamble!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Everyone looked at it in an uproar, and Mr. Zhejian tried his best to maintain his composure under the eyes of all kinds: "I don't want that kid's natal sword either, so this bet is over."

Chu Zhaoliu raised his eyebrows slightly: "When you go to a casino, you have to abide by the rules. Is there any reason for you to gamble if you want to gamble, or not to gamble if you say you don't? Girl, open the cup."

The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, and he turned his head to look at Xie Ming: "I'll find you back, this time you bet big and small?"

Even though it is covered by a mask, Xie Ming can still feel the wanton and dazzling brilliance of the person in front of him through the mask.

The corners of his lips could not help but slightly curved: "Then bet big."

Chu Zhaoliu snapped his fan open: "Did you hear that? Let's bet big in this game."

This extremely casual appearance made everyone unable to bear to look at it again and again.

Contrary to the first time, they looked at Chu Zhaoliu now, and couldn't help but explore a little more.

This man was well-dressed, and his speech and movements were quite coquettish and calm. He should not be an unknown person, but he couldn't match up with those big monks with names and surnames.

Which one will it be?

The girl put down the dice cup without being influenced by the outside world.

The eyes of Mr. Zhejian were slightly red, and the veins in the palm of his hand pressed against the gambling table were bulging. The spiritual power is like a mud cow entering the sea, leaving no trace.

Could it be an illusion?

With too many thoughts, his mind started to turn white.

When he came back to his senses, the dice cup had already been opened.

The girl bowed slightly in the direction of Chu Zhaoliu: "This is the big one. Two out of three rounds, this guest won."

Mr. Zhejian stayed where he was, his back completely soaked in sweat.

An icy chill enveloped him, and he couldn't move, and he couldn't regret it. He watched all the things in front of him being transferred to Chu Zhaoliu.

Chu Zhaoliu first picked up the aggrieved Ming Hong, stroked the sword gently, comforted the frightened little sword spirit, and rolled his eyes reproachfully, Xie Ming: "Put it away."

Xie Ming put the sword back on his waist with a blank face.

There was still some mess in front of him, and Chu Zhaoliu picked up another sword from it, and stared at his young sword repairman dumbfoundedly: "Your?"

The young man nodded cautiously: "This...senior, can you return it to me? After I go out, this junior will definitely repay you."

Chu Zhaoliu snorted, threw the sword back to him casually, and said with a smile: "Young man, if you don't have the ability, don't kill yourself. If I were your master, I must hang you up and give you a beating."

After finishing speaking, he stopped looking at the poor boy, picked up the pack of master-servant blood deeds, and shouted at Xie Mingyang: "Xie San, borrow a fire."

Xie Ming made a sound, rubbed his two fingers together, before the flames popped out, a fluffy head popped out of his sleeves, and with a rub of red hair fluttered in the wind, he opened his mouth towards the stack of talismans.

A ray of extremely pure real fire spewed out, wrapped around the talisman, without hurting Chu Zhaoliu at all, and burned the blood deed in the blink of an eye.

Jiujiu's black beans eyes were full of pride, and he flapped his wings. "Praise me, praise me" was written all over her chubby body.

Xie Ming: "..."

Everyone was shocked: "What kind of bird is this?"

"Is it some kind of ignition tool?"

"Dozens of blood deeds, although they are only spiritual deeds, they are actually burned as soon as they are said..."

Chu Zhaoliu praised "Not bad" in a funny way, snapped his fingers slightly, and flicked Ashes away indifferently.

Finally, he picked up Zhejianjun's natal sword, pulled out the sword body, and stroked it with pale white fingers, the picture was actually quite pleasing to the eye.

"It's a very good sword—I heard that you like to win and destroy other people's swords, so that's why you have the nickname 'Folding Sword Lord'?"

Zhejian Jun swallowed his saliva, and his face was pale: "The two seniors, it is the younger who has eyes and does not know Mount Tai. I promise, as long as the seniors are willing to return my sword, I will definitely give you two satisfactory rewards! My master yes……"

"It's a pity." Chu Zhaoliu had no patience to finish listening. He was still smiling for a second, and his voice suddenly turned cold, "I don't care."

After finishing speaking, he flicked the blade of the sword mercilessly.

With a crisp "click", the sword body instantly shattered into several pieces, and the radiant sword body dimmed.

The consciousness on the sword hadn't even been wiped off, Lord Zhejian felt a pain in his chest, and spit out blood.

Chu Zhaoliu threw the broken sword on the table, and said slowly, "This is called 'The Way of Heaven is Good for Reincarnation'."

Zhejian Jun's eyes were a little scarlet, he glanced at his own broken sword, his breathing was rapid, he stared at him, and gritted a few words between his teeth: "Who are you?"

The young man holding the natal sword that he had lost and recovered also looked over eagerly: "Senior, can you tell me the name of this junior? I will definitely come to thank you someday!"

Chu Zhaoliu said calmly, "When you meet by chance, it doesn't matter what your last name is. You just need to remember that I am a living Bodhisattva who is enthusiastic and kind-hearted, and that's enough."

Everyone: "..."

Enthusiastic and kind-hearted you, just now, while talking and laughing, you flicked away the other people's natal sword, which is equivalent to the lifeblood.

Chu Zhaoliu wanted to say a few more words, when a maid in blue suddenly walked away from the crowd and bowed to the two of them, "You two, my master has been waiting for you for a long time and asked me to come over to pass on a message. If the two of you have had enough fun, Come with me."

Xie Ming, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth and looked down at Chu Zhaoliu: "Have you played enough?"

It seemed that if Chu Zhaoliu hadn't had enough fun, he could continue to play around with him.

Chu Zhaoliu always felt a little familiar with this kind of quiet connivance.

It's like... the man who couldn't see his face clearly in those impressive sex dreams.

Realizing what he was thinking about, Chu Zhaoliu shuddered suddenly.

He was infected and lost his mind.

He was actually thinking about Xie Ming!

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Jiujiu: To start a fire.