Nine Suns Soulless

Chapter 132 Bet, Bet, Bet Big (Third)

"hateful!"

Qiu Junke stared at Motian with a look of fury.

"You ignorant child, you are simply deceiving!"

"Elder Qiu's words are wrong." Mo Tian shook his head indifferently, "One hundred thousand gold tickets, this is a bet. But any bet, how can you just say it with your mouth? Naturally, it will be brought to the table. You see Look at me, my bet is my own future life, and now I have placed it on the stage. Of course, Elder Qiu's one hundred thousand gold ticket must be taken out."

"Bastard! Elder Ben's words are a bet!" Qiu Junke shouted in a deep voice.

Mo Tian shrugged, pursed his lips and said, "Whoever wants to believe it, anyway, I don't believe these nonsense."

"You..." Qiu Junke was also very angry.

However, he still couldn't let go of his airs to teach a disciple of Jixing Hall.

And it was in front of Mo Gengyu.

If he moved this hand, he might not be able to do things in front of Mo Gengyu in the future.

"Elder Qiu, I think what Mo Tian said is quite right. Since it is a bet, it should be taken out first." Luo Yiyi chimed in.

However, she was also a little worried for Mo Tian.

If it loses, it will be troublesome.

With Chou Junke's domineering temper, if Mo Tian became Zhou Gao's servant, he would never even think about getting away for the rest of his life.

Qiu Junke is the kind of person who would rather be broken than broken.

If someone asked him to take back Mo Tian's freedom, I'm afraid he would directly ruin Mo Tian's life.

Luo Yiyi is very clear about this.

But inexplicably, she felt that since Mo Tian was so sure, she should trust him too.

"Elder Luo, what do you mean by that?" Qiu Junke's extremely domineering eyes couldn't help but glance at Luo Yiyi.

"It's not interesting, it's just talking about things." Luo Yiyi was not afraid at all.

"Elder Qiu, I think there is nothing wrong with what Elder Luo said. Isn't it just a hundred thousand gold ticket? You can get it if you take it out?" Han Sheng said with a smile.

"Elder Han, are you also doubting me?" Qiu Junke's face darkened even more.

"Okay, don't argue with the three elders." Mo Gengyu raised his hand to interrupt the three of them, and glanced at Motian on the ring, "Motian, since you asked me to testify, I will vouch for Elder Qiu , if you win, Elder Qiu will definitely give you the one hundred thousand gold ticket with both hands, and will never owe you a single copper coin. How about it?"

Mo Gengyu had already talked about this point, and Mo Tian couldn't hold on anymore.

After all, Mo Gengyu's face still needs to be given.

"Since Dean Mo has said so, I should obey the boy." Motian smiled and cupped his fists to show his gratitude.

Everyone couldn't figure it out.

Mo Gengyu, the dean of the dignified Xinghe branch and one of the four strong men of Lingtian Academy, actually agreed to Motian's request to act as a witness.

This Motian's face is too big, right?
In fact, Mo Tian was also a little surprised.

His original plan was to ask Mo Gengyu on a fake basis first, and then ask Luo Yiyi to come forward as a witness after that failed.

In this way, not only gave Mo Gengyu face, but also prevented Qiu Junke from oppressing others to the greatest extent.

Unexpectedly, Mo Gengyu, who met for the first time, would agree so much.

At this moment, Mu Gengyu couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"This kid pretends to be more like anyone else. If Dean Ling had not informed me, I, the dean of the Xinghe branch, would have been kept in the dark. But, I don't know, this little guy has awakened My second martial soul, what kind of martial soul is it?"

Mo Gengyu didn't know, but he believed that since he could make Ling Xu pay so much attention to him, and personally confessed to him, he must secretly protect Mo Tian.

Then, this second Martial Spirit is definitely a Martial Spirit that is even more remarkable than the Heaven-ranked first-grade Mutant Martial Spirit.

Could it be the ninth grade of heaven rank?

This bold guess made Mo Gengyu a little unbelievable.

After all, Heaven Rank Martial Soul is already an extremely rare existence, and Mo Tian first awakened a Heaven Rank [-]st rank Mutant Martial Soul, so could it be that he awakened a Heaven Rank [-] Rank Martial Soul?

"Impossible, guess, it is the third rank of the heavenly rank, and at most the fourth rank of the heavenly rank."

Mu Gengyu secretly guessed in his heart.

However, Ling Xu didn't take the initiative to tell him, and he also knew that it might be inconvenient to ask.

Now, we can only guess first.

Actually, if it wasn't for Ling Xu's confession, Mo Gengyu wouldn't have allowed Mo Tian to behave like this.

After all, this is also a grand competition of Xinghe Institute.

But now, let Motian directly set a precedent, and give Chengcheng a special game for betting.

Fortunately, there is indeed no rule that does not allow betting, otherwise, it would be really difficult to explain to Ling Xu.

Under the ring.

Everyone watched this farce in astonishment.

Someone couldn't help shouting: "Is there anyone who wants to bet with me? I bet that Brother Mo will win."

Immediately, many people looked at the disciple who spoke.

Especially Qiu Junke, with that domineering look in his eyes, directly suppressed the shouting disciple, shaking his head, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to get in.

After all, isn't this saying that Zhou Gao must lose?

Indirectly, it was hitting Chou Junke in the face.

"Damn, is this kid looking for death? How dare you even say that?"

"Idiot, just say this in your heart."

"Hey, is there anyone who wants to bet with me? I bet that Senior Brother Zhou Gao will win." A disciple of Yuexing Pavilion saw the situation and immediately yelled out flatteringly.

Hearing this, Qiu Junke in the stands showed a rare faint smile.

However, no one dared to bet around.

At this time, Mo Tian on the ring smiled and shouted at the disciple of Yuexing Pavilion: "Senior brother, how about I bet you [-] gold coins?"

"Okay, I'll take it."

Qian Duoduo smiled happily, and then cupped his hands at Mo Gengyu.

"I also invite Dean Mo to be the witness of this gamble. If I accidentally win, I will donate all the gold coins I won to the college to repair the college, and I will never fill my pocket."

Mo Gengyu was not easy to refuse such a righteous remark.

After all, if he promised to be Motian's witness before, but now he can't be a witness for the repair cost of the college, he will definitely be gossiped about.

Thoughts flashed, Mo Gengyu praised: "I am very happy that you have such an idea, and I believe everyone in the academy will be very happy too."

"Okay, I will be the witness. But I also have to remind everyone that this is the Xinghe Dabi, and the matter of the bet is over, and future generations cannot follow suit. After all, we still need to Decide the top ten and complete the final big competition, so that we can choose a candidate to represent our Xinghe branch to participate in the martial arts meeting of the three schools."

Hearing that the money that initiated the bet was Duoduo, he immediately felt that he had more face.

After all, this is asking Dean Mo to be a witness. How many people can have such face and opportunity?
"Senior Brother Qian, although I know that Senior Brother Zhou Gao will definitely win, if I bet with you, I will definitely lose, but for the academy, I am willing to bet you a thousand gold coins."

"Yes, yes, I will also bet you a thousand gold coins."

"And me, I also bet a thousand gold coins."

"I bet five thousand gold coins..."

"Don't worry, I've taken all of your bets. Anyone who knows me knows that our family runs a bank. If I lose, I will definitely not miss you."

"Senior Brother Qian, we must rest assured of you, who doesn't know that you are Young Master Qian."

"It's just..."

For a while, many people took the opportunity to flatter Qiu Junke indirectly. At the same time, they also wanted to let Dean Mo, as well as the elders and deacons know that they were also willing to make contributions to the academy.

There are not many opportunities to please the dean in one fell swoop, as well as the elders and deacons.

The betting matter was finally settled, and Deacon Qi, who had been standing stupidly by the edge of the ring, smiled awkwardly, and then signaled Mo Tian and Zhou Gao to get ready.

Both Mo Tian and Zhou Gao nodded slightly, and then looked directly at each other.

At this time, Deacon Qi also announced in a loud voice.

"Competition, start!"

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