Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Two – Bet (1/2)

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Two – Bet

Tao Zu Er, Yan Ming Zi, and Hu Shan were walking on the streets of Dong Fu. They liked being in busy places, and right now, what place in Sky Moon Jie was more busy than Dong Fu?

Hu Shan rubbed his hands, and said with an excited expression, “Excellent. I’ve waited for so long. The stupid preliminary Sword Test Conference finally finished! Only the true competition is worth seeing!”

Tao Zhu Er’s eyes were dazed, “Yes. Gu Rong Ping is too handsome! I think, in Sky Moon Jie, there isn’t a man more outstanding than him! I really like him!”

Hu Shan stared at Tao Zhu Er inside for being a fangirl. He suddenly noticed that Yan Ming Zi seemed unfocused.

“Old Yan, what are you thinking about?”

Yan Ming Zi raised his head and focused. He gave a grimace. “I’m thinking about making jingshi!”

“Making jingshi? You’re lacking for jingshi right now? I’ve got some right now. Do you want some?” Hu Shan said forthrightly. The three, because they had the same battle experience, became close friends.

Yan Ming Zi shook his head, “Just bought a new flying sword. I’ve nearly spent all my jingshi. No rush, I can slowly make more. I’ll find you if I really can’t find a way.”

“Oh, you bought a new flying sword? Quick, let us see,” said Tao Zhu Er, as she was instantly interested in the new sword.

Yan Ming Zi took out a dark blue flying sword, “The Sword’s name is [Deep Ocean], it’s third-grade.”

Hu Shan looked and then shook his head. “It can’t compare to your previous Water Drop sword.”

“You’re just wasting words!” Yan Ming Zi rolled his eyes in exasperation. Hu Shan’s words stirred up the three’s hurt.

Seeing the situation, Tao Zhu Er quickly changed the topic, “So what way did you think of making jingshi?” Of the three, Yan Ming Zi was of average power but the best at business.

As expected, this question was Yan Ming Zi’s true love. He came the focus of attention, “Of course, it is the Sword Test Conference!”

“Sword Test Conference? How do you make jingshi from that?” Hu Shan asked strangely.

Yan Ming Zi patiently explained, “We can’t meddle in other business, but if we have spare money, and make a small bet, it wouldn’t be bad.”

Hu Shan instantly became disinterested, and said scornfully, “You mean gambling, that’s not interesting.”

Tao Zhu Er was actually interested. “Old Yan, don’t pay attention to him. Tell me more.”

Yan Ming Zi became even more excited. “Gambling naturally is not anything good. But the Sword Test Conference is different from other gambling.”

“How so?”

“There might be luck in this Sword Test Conference, but the true determinant is power. There are patterns that can be found in this. A person’s strength, in a short period of time, wouldn’t change very much. Considering the conflict between different spells, the quality of the talismans, even though it is impossible to accurately decide the result of the match, but one can determine the general direction.”

Hu Shan laughed, “Then how will you know other people’s strength? And their talismans?”

Yan Ming Zi nodded, “This is the crux of the problem. It is very hard to determine power, but the non-local competitors have already fought a few times, and general guesses can be made. As to talismans,” he said proudly, “in this area, I have some experience.”

“That’s true. Old Yan, you’re always good at picking talismans,” said Hu Shan. He admired Yan Ming Zi very much on this skill.

“Hue hue,” Yan Ming Zi said smugly, “there are many kinds of wagers. Like the first match that’s been spread around so much, Zuo Mo versus Chao An.”

“What’s there to gamble there? Of course Chao An wins!” Hu Shan said unconcernedly, “The Scalping Zombie might be strong, but his cultivation is just that. He definitely cannot win over ningmai experts!”

“Exactly!” Yan Ming Zi agreed, but his direction changed, “But right now, what’s spread the most is this wager. Everyone is betting how many moves that Zuo Mo can take from Chao An.”

“This bet works?” Hu Shan gaped.

“Ha, the odds for three moves and under are pretty normal. After three moves, the odds explode,” Yan Ming Zi said.

“Did you bet?” Hu Shan asked.

“Oh, I put down for seven moves,” Yan Ming Zi said smugly, “the odds are one to sixteen.”

“You feel he can endure seven of Chao An’s moves?” Hu Shan’s face was full of shock, “Chao An isn’t some little character. He’s the strongest disciple of Fort Chao. You have too much confidence in the Scalping Zombie!”

Yan Ming Zi said in a deep voice, “How do you think Chao An compares to Chang Heng Shixiong?”

“Naturally he cannot compare!” Hu Shan didn’t need to think before saying unhesitatingly, “Chang Heng Shixiong is very strong! Before, when he was in zhuji, he had defeated people in ningmai.”

“Ah!” Yan Ming Zi was slightly shocked at the last part, “How come I didn’t know this?”

Hu Shan unconsciously lowered his voice, “Not many people know this. Shixiong’s Blood Spider sword was obtained by killing someone! That’s why he was punished by the sect leader.”

The other two instantly felt fearful shock.

“It seems my jingshi won’t be wasted,” Yan Ming spoke. The first thing Yan Ming Zi thought about was his jingshi. He smiled and said, “Originally, the betting shouldn’t be this popular. However, Chao An was confronted with a wager. The other wagered a bottle of Dying Flowing Moon for Zuo Mo to make it through ten moves. That was what stirred everything up.”

“Dying Flowing Moon… …,” Hu Shan’s expression was dazed as he muttered, “That’s such a waste… …”

Tao Zhu Er, who hadn’t spoke, suddenly asked, “What’s the odds for Zuo Mo to win?”

Yan Ming Zi jerked. “About one to three hundred,” He looked in shock at Tao Zhu Er. “You want to bet he’ll win? That’s not possible!”

“Why not?” Tao Zhu Er said unconcernedly, “In any case, I’ll just wager a few jingshi. It will be an amusement. If Chang Heng Shixiong was in zhuji and could be defeated… …”

Her words suddenly stopped, her eyes were focused. The other two people saw she didn’t continue and found it strange. When they saw her frozen expression and dazed eyes, they couldn’t help but follow her gaze. Then the two also froze.

A person was walking towards them.

Li Ying Feng looked at her shidi who was in the yard and shook her head. It hadn’t been anything important when Shidi had been arranged to fight first. She had felt that the sect leader had wanted Zuo Mo to gain some experience. But the bet about how long Zuo Mo could stay in the fight had suddenly spread everywhere.