Zhu Xian: Qingyun Sword Immortal, start with Lu Xueqi

Chapter 26 Only Lu Xueqi believed him
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One night passed quickly.

The next morning, Zhang Yuan and Lu Xueqi came to Tongtian Peak together and returned to the base. After being lectured by Master Shuiyue, the second round of competition began.

This time Zhang Yuan was not so lucky.

The opponent he drew was an unknown disciple from Longshou Peak, named Quan Ye. No one knew about his skills or weapons.

Lu Xueqi walked up to Zhang Yuan and comforted him, "Little Junior Brother, don't be so stubborn. If you feel something is wrong, just admit defeat. The other disciples won't make things difficult for you."

"Thank you! I understand."

Zhang Yuan nodded, feeling warm inside. In the entire Qingyun Sect, Lu Xueqi was probably the only one who cared about him!
"My competition will be after yours. I'll go with you and watch your competition by the way." Lu Xueqi said seriously.

"it is good."

Zhang Yuan nodded, and then, amid the whispers of the crowd, he slowly walked towards the "Zhen" position on the ring. His cloudy eyes had no focus and he could not see anything clearly, but the itching sensation became more obvious and the time interval became shorter.

"Isn't this the blind man Zhang Yuan? Does he really dare to participate in the competition?"

"I go."

"I don't know which lucky player actually drew the loser Zhang Yuan. That's no different from advancing directly. I'm so envious!"

Listening to the whispers in his ears, although Zhang Yuan looked normal, he always felt that something was missing in his hand.

Ah!
I got it.

No more crutches.

I am a blind man, I can't see the road clearly, how come I don't even have a cane in my hand? It's really unprofessional. If I go to the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Contest with a cane in my hand, I will be playing the pig and eating the tiger, which is absolutely ridiculous.

Just in time... he intercepted Zhang Xiaofan's Soul-Devouring Stick.

It is very good to use the Soul-Eating Stick as a walking stick.

but.

Zhang Yuan thought about it again, and thought about the danger of bringing the fire stick to the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, and immediately dismissed the idea in his mind. After all, the Soul Devouring Stick is a demonic item, and it is too dangerous to bring it to the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition.

Zhang Yuan continued to walk forward, and when he passed by the Dazhu Peak, he suddenly stopped. Du Bishu from Dazhu Peak had set up a stall in front of him and opened a gambling game. There was also a banner next to it, "Blind Zhang Yuan from Xiaozhu Peak vs. Quan Ye from Longshou Peak, who will win? Don't miss it if you pass by, come and place a bet, and you can get rich by placing a bet."

On the left, you bet on Zhang Yuan to win.

On the right is the victory of the betting field.

No one bet on Zhang Yuan, while Quan Ye bet all his chips. There was no other way! Zhang Yuan's reputation as a blind man and a waste was too loud, and no one believed that Zhang Yuan could win, not even one person.

And you set up a gambling game for me?

interesting!
Looks like I have to make some good money.

Zhang Yuan murmured.

At this time, several disciples from other peaks came over, their voices as loud as thunder. They walked to the betting booth and bet on Quan Ye without thinking.

"Senior brothers, don't you want to consider betting on Zhang Yuan? The odds are very high!" Du Bishu said with a smile. His magic weapon is the gambling dice and he loves gambling all his life, so Tian Buyi gave him the name Du Bishu.

"Brother Bishu, it's meaningless for you to say that. As everyone knows, Zhang Yuan is a loser. He is bound to lose in the second round, and you still want me to bet on Zhang Yuan? Aren't you just wanting me to lose?"

"Yes!"

"No one will bet on Zhang Yuan now. After all, no one's money comes from the wind. It's obviously a losing game, so what's the point even if the odds are high?"

"Don't try to fool me. It's useless even if you say anything. I'm going to bet on Quan Ye."

"..." Du Bishu listened to their words and showed a bitter look on his face. Am I really "bound to lose"? If everyone bets on Quan Ye and no one bets on Zhang Yuan, I am afraid that I, the banker, will have to lose money.

When Lu Xueqi saw this scene, her heart ached.

Zhang Yuan is my junior fellow apprentice!

Why is no one betting on Junior Brother?

Lu Xueqi gritted her teeth, immediately reached into her pocket, took out a fist-sized piece of gold, and bet it on Zhang Yuan's position.

"I bet on Zhang Yuan to win."

I go!

When Du Bishu heard this, his eyes lit up instantly.

The sucker has finally arrived.

But out of caution, he confirmed with Lu Xueqi again:
"Are you sure you want to bet on Zhang Yuan to win?"

"I'm sure." Lu Xueqi didn't hesitate at all. Regardless of whether Zhang Yuan could win or not, she wanted to bet on Zhang Yuan's victory because he was Zhang Yuan, her favorite junior brother.

"Okay. Now the odds have risen to 100 to . But there is one thing, you can't regret it once you place your bet." Du Bishu said as he took the gold that Lu Xueqi had placed on the table, perhaps because he was afraid that Lu Xueqi would go back on her word.

"No regrets." Lu Xueqi nodded.

Zhang Yuan looked at this scene and wanted to laugh. Senior Sister Lu Xueqi is really cute. She knew that my chance of winning was not high, but she still insisted on betting on me. This relationship is precious.

"I bet on Zhang Yuan to win, too."

Zhang Yuan walked to Du Bishu's gambling stall, smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of small white teeth.

"You also bet on Zhang Yuan to win?"

"Great."

"I wonder what your bet is?" Du Bishu became excited when he heard this. Who said that I was born to lose? With these two suckers around, I will definitely make a lot of money.

"I'll bet on this magic sword."

As he spoke, Zhang Yuan immediately took out the Dragon Slaying Sword and placed it on the gambling table.

"Immortal sword?"

Du Bishu looked up and his pupils shrank when he saw the person coming. He just took the opportunity to open a gambling game and prepare to make a fortune, but he didn't expect the real owner to come to him. His face looked a little unhappy.

"Brother Zhang Yuan, I'm sorry! I didn't know it was you. I just wanted to take the opportunity to start a gambling game and make some money."

"No problem." Zhang Yuan waved his hand, and then asked: "I'm betting on me to win with this magic sword. Do you dare to accept it?"

Du Bishu's forehead immediately broke out in sweat when he heard this. That's the Immortal Sword! Zhang Yuan's odds are one to one hundred. If Zhang Yuan wins, he will have to pay a hundred times.

Even if I kill him it won't be enough to pay the compensation.

"Take it." Du Bishu hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and agreed. Never mind, wealth and honor come in danger. If I win the bet, I can earn a magic sword.

"That's a good feeling."

"Please give me the order first. If I lose, I will give you the Dragon Slaying Sword. If I win, you can pay me at the odds of 1:100." Zhang Yuan smiled, his smile was very innocent, honest and sincere. No one would know that he was actually a sly old bastard.

"Okay." Du Bishu hesitated for a while, then agreed. With so many disciples of Qingyun Sect as witnesses, he was not afraid that Zhang Yuan would default on his promise.

"Junior Brother Zhang Yuan, no. The Dragon Slaying Sword is your weapon." At this time, Lu Xueqi turned her head, looked at Zhang Yuan, and tugged at his sleeve.

(End of this chapter)