fairy don't want to talk to you

When the great changes happened in Yelan Kingdom, the heads of various sects were chatting to pass the time in the main hall.

High-ranking monks have a long life, and it’s boring to say the least. It’s rare that there are so many people here.

"Come, come, buy and leave!" An excited voice sounded in the hall, and those who didn't know thought it was a female dealer from a casino greeting the guests.

A Huashenxian Jun joked: "Di Zhangyuan, you have been opening markets anytime and anywhere for hundreds of years, and your head can tolerate you?"

The person who is playing the game is a neatly dressed heroic woman. She is Di Yuming, the head of the Seven Stars Gate. Go to the famous scene of being chased and beaten by the head of the courtyard.

"Hey!" Di Yuming waved his hands nonchalantly, "If you don't tell me, I won't tell. How would the head of my family know? Or do you want to sue?"

The fairies and fairies who were stared at by her quickly separated themselves: "Who has time to take care of your Seven Star Gate? We can't take care of our own."

Di Yuming smiled with satisfaction: "That's right! We're not young disciples, so why not sue?"

She counted with satisfaction, and asked loudly: "Who else hasn't placed a bet? Hurry up, it will be over in a while! Hey, Yuan Xianjun, you haven't placed a bet yet, have you?"

Yuan Songqiao, whom she pointed to, was sitting near the door, drinking and reading alone. Hearing this, she raised her head and asked slowly, "What bet?"

"Bet on who will win the leader!" Di Yuming introduced enthusiastically, "You can bet on the sect or on an individual. You can win less by betting on the sect, and more by betting on the individual."

She unfolded the scroll in her hand, and light spots appeared on it, indicating the betting status in real time.

Yuan Songqiao glanced over, and as expected, the Danxia Palace had the most bets. To be more specific, most people thought that Ning Yanzhi would be the leader.The Promise Sect has fewer, and there are almost no bets on individuals.

Di Yuming tried his best to encourage him: "Look, Yuan Xianjun, everyone thinks that Ning Yanzhi can win. As the elder of the Wuji Sect, how can you not boost your morale? You can't lose even if you lose, right? "

Yuan Songqiao thought for a while: "It makes sense."

Di Yuming smiled happily: "Then are you detaining a sect, or a person?"

Yuan Songqiao said: "I'm a member of Wuji Sect. It's only natural for me to bet on the sect, but it's meaningless. Why don't you bet on someone else!"

Di Yuming gave a thumbs up: "Yuan Xianjun is really straightforward! You can choose one, our minimum bet is [-] spirit stones. Considering your status, it can't be less than ten bets, right?"

Yuan Songqiao laughed and said, "Ten bets? That's too little, I'll just bet one hundred bets!"

Di Yuming was overjoyed: "Yuan Xianjun is so proud! Who are you betting on?"

Yuan Songqiao pointed, and a light spot appeared in the empty corner of the scroll: "Naturally, we are betting on our young suzerain."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone chatting in the hall was attracted.

Yuan Songqiao raised his eyes and glanced over, and said slowly: "Everyone has the same opinion on Ning Yanzhi, this junior is amazingly talented, and he will definitely be the No. The suzerain is naturally the No. 1 descendant of the sect. If you bet on Ning Yanzhi, I will bet on the young suzerain."

Originally, everyone betting was just for fun, but when he said these words, his taste suddenly changed.

This is not a gamble, it is clearly the No.1 dispute between Danxia Palace and Wuji Sect!
Di Yuming couldn't help but stop laughing, and asked him, "Is Yuan Xianjun serious?"

Yuan Songqiao asked back: "One hundred injections, one hundred thousand spirit stones, can it still be fake?"

Di Yuming smiled again: "Okay!"

She turned her head and said loudly to everyone: "Have you heard that? Yuan Xianjun placed a hundred bets on Ling Shaozong, betting that he would defeat Ning Yanzhi! Is there anyone following? Head Cen, do you want to give it to me?" Your own disciples cheering?"

Cen Muliang was drinking tea and chatting with Ling Yungao, and raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

Di Yuming came over with a smile, and unfolded the scroll in front of them: "You two big brothers, I'm missing you. Mr. Yuan Xianjun said that he won the first bet on Master Ling, Master Cen, what do you say?"

Yuan Songqiao was no stranger to Cen Muliang.They are about the same age, and they are also sword cultivators. They have been compared since they were young.Compared with Cen Muliang who is the head of the sect, Yuan Songqiao is lazy, so his reputation is not as great as him.But Cen Muliang didn't dare to underestimate him at all. In terms of strength, he was only higher than the current suzerain Ling Yun.

Cen Muliang looked over with a smile: "Brother Yuan is so confident? It seems that Master Ling has made great progress in the past few years!"

Yuan Songqiao raised his glass to him, and replied: "Our young suzerain is a bit unlucky, and he was born into a catastrophe. However, the heaven will send a great mission to the people, who said that it will not be a blessing in disguise? The disciples are born with sword bones , known as the number one in the world, as an uncle, I have to support my nephew, don't be offended by Master Cen!"

Cen Muliang laughed: "Brother Yuan said this, who doesn't think their own children are good? It's only natural for you to bet on Young Master Ling."

Yuan Songqiao nodded with a smile, and asked again: "So, head Cen also thinks that his own child is good, and thinks that Ning Yanzhi can win?"

Yo ho, all the immortals looked sideways when they heard this.Yuan Songqiao has always been lazy, but today he said such a thing face to face, which is a bit aggressive.It seems that the Wuji Sect is very dissatisfied with Ning Yanzhi!Finally can't help but want to grab the title of No.1 in the next generation?
That's right, after all, it is related to the reputation of the sect. Whoever is the No. 1 of the next generation means that his sect will overwhelm the other party in the future.The two are both one of the top three cases, who is willing to lose?

The smile on Cen Muliang's face remained unchanged, but his eyes sharpened.He dare not say that he is No. 1 sword repairman, but he has full confidence in his apprentice.After more than 20 years of careful education, Ning Yanzhi's excellence is obvious to all.Now that someone is coming to mess things up, how can he back down?
"Tu'er was brought up by me personally, and he is also a disciple. Since he has participated in the competition, how can I destroy his prestige? Naturally, I have the greatest confidence in him."

"Okay!" Yuan Songqiao stretched out his hand, "Then let Master Cen place a bet! You bet on Ning Yanzhi, and I bet on Young Suzerain, let's see who can win."

Having said that, the atmosphere became tense.

Ling Yungao frowned slightly, trying to smooth things over, and said with a smile: "Master Cen, you don't have to be so serious, Senior Brother Yuan is just joking..."

"I'm not playing." Yuan Songqiao interrupted him, showing no face at all.He raised the book in his hand and said, "This is my experience in swordsmanship for many years. If Nephew Ning wins, I will give it to him as a congratulatory gift. How about it, Master Cen, am I sincere?"

He has already talked about this, what else can Cen Muliang do?He took out a sword and put it on the table: "This sword was passed down by my master. I planned to give it to the Nascent Soul who was waiting to be born, and give it to him as the natal sword. If Sect Master Ling wins, I will give it to him as a gift!"

I had a collapse yesterday, probably no yang, probably gastroenteritis.