Chapter 689： Good luck (2/2)
In this way, they could only start another cynicism against Motian League.
”The luck of Motian League is really good, so I won in vain.”
”Why didn't I have such luck before? I have to have luck exploding at this time? I lost a lot of spirit coins!”
”Why not just concede defeat? What's the point of continuing to fight, admit defeat, disband and liquidate!”
”In the next competition, you must not bet against the Motian League. Whoever is bet is my son.”
Su Han looked around and smiled.
His expression is gentle, and his words are soft.
But the content of his words made the voice of the audience drop a few pitches and became a little cold.
next moment.
”What are you crazy! I won't bet on the Motian League!”
”The Motian League must be defeated and disbanded. Whoever holds the Motian League is a fool!”
”Does the realm of Cangyun City allow you to be rampant with the Yuan Dan? I really thought that the aristocratic family in Cangyun City would be weaker than the four major alliances!”
”It's useless to talk nonsense. I'm shouting now. If you bet on the Motian League, you have to call me Dad.”
Su Han smiled.
The sound was agitated and spread throughout the audience.
”Quiet!”
Li Tianshui slammed into the void!
The Lord of Wu Kingdom calculated blankly.
He had just made a bet on Su Han, and the opponent died suddenly, and Su Han won.
Motianmeng's odds are quite high again, reaching twice as much.
Didn’t the 20,000 lower-grade spirit coins become 40,000?
Although the money is not his until the final decision is made, if Su Han wins the next game, his low-grade spirit coins will change from 40,000 to 80,000...
”hiss……”
The Lord of Wu Kingdom took a breath in his heart, and his body trembled slightly with excitement.
The lord of the remaining kingdoms looked weird, and a touch of regret flashed in their eyes. They only staked a few thousand lower-grade spirit coins, which was too few...
After the fight was over, Su Han returned to his seat and waited another half an hour to complete the fight.
Simply simple, one million lower Pin Ling coins arrived.
Li Motian's expression is a bit weird, this luck... is there no one?
He knew He Tao when he was still in the Yuan Dan realm. He was so strong, how could he be killed just right today?
But no matter what, this Su Han can win this without any injury, which is also good news for Li Motian, and he is fortunate!
On the high platform.
The old woman looked at Qiao Yuan coldly: ”Your Motian League subordinate is very arrogant.”
”Oh.”
Qiao Yuan smiled, ”You may have misunderstood, he is not a subordinate of Motianmeng, but a master invited by Li Motian.”
”So arrogant, sooner or later there will be regrets.”
The old woman snorted coldly, her eyes flickering.
As soon as his words fell, Wu Zhi also ended the fight.
The Yuan Dan of the Qingyu League did not suffer any injuries, and the two sides were quite harmonious. When Li Motian saw this, he knew in his heart that the two sides must be embarrassed.
Although the fighting was fierce, there were no casualties.
is it possible?
It's just this kind of well-known thing, even if you reprimand it, as long as the two sides don't admit it, there is no evidence.
”Wu Zhi, the good luck of the Motian League, He Tao was so violently killed, I really don't understand.
Now that you have won, wait to face him and help He Tao get revenge. ”
The Yuan Dan from the Qingyu League glanced at Su Han and said to Wu Zhi.
Wu Zhi nodded slightly, ”No problem.”
The two sides rested for half an hour and re-entered.
This battle determines the victory point of Yuan Dan realm martial arts.
The eyes of everyone were all on Su Han and Wu Zhi.
”He Tao didn't know what kind of illness he had, which made you easily win the last match.
But your luck ends here. ”Wu Zhi smiled and said to Su Han.