v7 Chapter 398： One bet twenty (2/2)

The tyrannical and overbearing atmosphere burst out, covering up the entire space.

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Within the peak of the God of War Temple, there is a flat stone platform connecting the outside world, but it cannot be seen from the outside. Now, on this stone platform, ten monks are here.

”Ha ha ha ha! It is indeed the descendant of my blood prison tribe, and it is indeed overbearing. The son of this Mori family is very appetite for the old man!”

”This is the demeanor of my blood prisoner. Everywhere we go, monks from all walks of life must bow to court. At that time, we were not able to do such things. These little guys are very good.”

The two monks who were apparently from the blood prison family laughed, and ignored the gloomy faces of the surrounding monks, and even looked provocative.

”Why, do you disapprove, and want to make justice for those little guys outside, although I let the horse over, I will give you this opportunity. Dare to place a bet, we will go to the battlefield of God now!”

The monks of the Four Realms became very ugly.

”Bornur, don't you be too arrogant. If you want to fight and stay here, I can gamble with you once.” An exotic old man in the Three Stone Realms opened his voice hoarsely, revealing the coldness of the stock taste.

”Okay! I was afraid that you wouldn't succeed. It was a shame and shame that I lost in the hands of you in the past. I just took this opportunity to repay them together! Xiaohe Changjiang, prepare the coin in your hand, I must let you Vitality! ”

”Huh!” Changhe Xiaoyue murmured, some jealousy in his eyes, but didn't say much.

From the spiritual realm, a strong man from each of the two races was sent. At this moment, the monk of the tribe looked at the three fingers, Nie Yan, and Liu Shiyan who fell into the hands of the blood prison monk. His face was stiff and breathless. They all seemed to have a little spark.

He was instructed to lead the younger generation of the race, who knows that this is the case, and his face is naturally so good that he can't see where.

”Today you and my monks from the Five Realms are together, it is also a rare day. In this case, it is better to start a gamble. The bet is the battle of these little guys outside. You are betting on which side wins. Which is it?” Float 6 People in the world are good at gambling. They are said to be good players when they haven't entered the avenue. After that, they are still gambling. Even now, they still won't miss any opportunity to open a gamble.

”How to gamble?” The two monks of the Blood Prison flashed before them, obviously interested.

”The betting agreement is very simple. You and I each take out a certain amount of coins as gambling capital, and then each selects the optimistic ethnic monks, and judges who will be the first to enter the Temple of War as the criterion for judging the winner. The winner can be obtained according to the bet size. The crystal coin corresponding to the odds is evenly distributed by the losing parties. How about the Kunwu Taoist who reached out and grabbed his beard, showing a little excitement on his face, ”There can only be one winner in this kind of gambling. Get ready to pay, hey, it's fun. ”

This old man is obviously extremely satisfied with the gambling contract he designed.

”Haha, okay, this bet will definitely not be missed in our blood prison world. The two of us bet three thousand crystals!” Bonour grinned.

The three thousand crystal coins can be exchanged for three times in the God of War Palace, or exchanged for a high-grade barren ancient treasure, which is a great skill, and the monks of the Four Realms have changed color.

”Hurry up and bet, are you scared by my little blood prisoners, and dare not shoot, hey, if that's the case, this bet is not a bet.” Another blood prison monk Bolan Open your mouth and try your best.

”Huh! The old man will still be afraid that you will fail. I will pay 800 crystal coins to bet the three stone monks to enter first.”

”I bet five hundred coins, and I bet I am 6 monks leading.”

”Bet six hundred crystal coins, the gambling monk in Heaven will enter first!”

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The monks of the Four Realms have spoken one after another. The Blood Prison Realm was already strong in the year of the War God Palace. It has been pressing the other monks of the Four Realms. Now if they retreat again, not only will their faces have no light, but the entire monks will be shamed.

So even if they grit their teeth, they have to hold on.

The demon monk in the spirit world hesitated slightly, and said, ”The demon used four hundred crystal coins to bet my demon monk to enter first.”

Dozens of figures on the platform have spoken one after another, and their eyes converged on the last human race.

”Ha ha ha ha, Jing Yangzi, you still don't want to participate in this gamble. No matter what kind of monks are out there, your tribe is hopeless.” Bonour smiled wildly, but his face became sullen, ”Dare To kill me the **** monk, we must be prepared to be cleaned. Regardless of the victory or defeat, my **** monk will kill the human monk who breaks in here. If you bet, you will lose. ! ”

Jing Yangzi's face was stiff, his eyes were cold and flowing, and his eyes looked at the Bonour. He obviously persuaded him not to join the gamble, but secretly increasing the pressure and forcing him to quit, otherwise he was identified as a human monk. No doubt.

”The old man issued a thousand coins, and bet my tribal monk entered first!”

The man blurted out of anger, but the next moment he regretted it.

This thousand crystal coin is the amount he accumulated for tens of thousands of years, and also worked around with a number of friends to make up the amount, in order to re-enter the war temple to comprehend a quenching magical power, he repaired growth tends to stagnate, Feelings are likely to make him go further and reach the limit of ancient times.

”Okay! Jingyangzi Taoyou really happy, Kunwu Taoyou, do not sign a gambling contract right away!” Bonnour's eyes brightened, did not give Jingyangzi the opportunity to regret it, and the matter has been finalized.

The Kunwu Taoist smiled ”Hey” and didn't go to see the ugly face of Jing Yangzi. With a wave of his robe sleeve, it turned out to be a ghost like a turntable.

This is a contract magical power that can be summoned by the monks in the Ares Palace at will. Once the sign of the spirit of the gods is signed, the contract will take effect immediately without any remorse. Otherwise, it will face the sanctions of the Ares Palace. Inner monks are used to gambling.

”According to the comparison of the strengths of various ethnic groups, the blood prisoners are the strongest, so the odds are one for one, and the human race is the weakest, and the odds are one for twenty. You can see it when you send a trace of knowledge into the contract turntable. Qing, if there is no objection, sign a contract. ”

After counting the interest, the contract was signed, the ghost of the turntable disappeared, and the atmosphere on the platform suddenly became somber. One by one, the old immortal eyes stared at the outside. Now the battle between the juniors outside has a direct interest to them. Be on your mind.

Only Jing Yangzi's mouth was bitter and his face was tight, as ugly as the dead parents.

This gambling game, no matter how you look at it, you lose no win, the impulse is the devil!

Now this old guy has the idea to slap himself.

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