Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

"Uh... hope, you haven't already put it on, have you?"

Lu Linglong hesitated for a moment before asking.

"Yeah, it's a sure win, so the sooner you bet, the better. It's just that Mo Wen's odds are too low right now. If I bet a month's salary, I'll probably only make a little pocket money."

He said this as a matter of course, even shaking his head and sighing.

However, he didn't notice that Lu Linglong and the other two women were looking at him with strange eyes.

Xiao Xiao, standing next to him, nodded: "I also bet on him. You know, the wages for interns at Deyun Club aren't high. Thanks to Mo Wen, I'm able to eat a little better."

Wearing a mask and sitting at the table in a daze, the taciturn Yun nodded.

"Ah..." Lu Linglong couldn't help but look at Zhi Jinhua and Bai Shixue.

The two women frantically exchanged meaningful glances.

Helpless, Lu Linglong could only bury her head in her breakfast.

Last night, Mo Wen sent a message saying not to bet on him to win the finals, but to bet on Zhang Chulan if you want to make money.

It's clear to everyone that Zhang Chulan has no chance of defeating Mo Wen.

Therefore, Zhang Chulan's odds are currently extremely high, almost reaching the highest peak since the market opened.

Mo Wen's score was shockingly low.

After Lu Linglong found out, she told her best friends, Zhi Jinhua and Bai Shixue.

The two women came to find Lu Linglong overnight and analyzed a lot of things. Finally, under the leadership of Zhi Jinhua,

They decided to stake all their funds on Zhang Chulan.

Then they discussed keeping it a secret.

After all, the fewer people who know about this, the better.

We'll tell hope, Yun, Xiao Xiao, and the others the next morning.

Because the betting odds will only close before the match starts.

But to my surprise, these people had already placed their bets, so there was nothing I could do.

Bai Shixue, biting into a steamed bun, puffed out her cheeks like a little squirrel, and mumbled, "Let's not talk about that anymore. We still have to guard the mountain later. Eat up."

"okay."

at the same time.

Inside the venue.

The stands were packed with spectators.

Looking at Zhang Chulan, who had been sitting cross-legged in the center of the arena for a long time, meditating and regulating his breathing.

Everyone was talking at once, offering their own opinions.

"Hehe, finally someone's going to teach this shameless bastard a lesson."

"Absolutely! Since the start of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, this guy has actually made it all the way to the finals by sheer luck!"

"Hmph, no matter how much luck he relies on, he's going to fail here today!"

"That's right, Zhang Chulan's luck ends here when facing Mo Wen!"

"Why hasn't it started yet? I'm so impatient!"

"Look, the Celestial Master and several other members of the Ten Elders have arrived!"

A small disturbance ensued.

The old master, Lu Jin, Tian Jinzhong, Feng Zhenghao, Chen Jinkui and other big names in the industry.

It can be said that apart from Wang Ai and Lü Ci, who have already descended the mountain.

Most of them are here.

Not only that, Zhang Lingyu, Feng Shayan, Feng Xingtong and others also came to watch the battle.

Lu Jin looked around and couldn't help but chuckle:

"Old Celestial Master, it seems your grand-disciple's competition is quite attractive, everyone's come to watch."

The old master stared with dead fish eyes, not wanting to talk to Lu Jin.

He wasn't unaware of the discussions around him.

Old Lu was still angry about Zhang Lingyu injuring Lu Linglong.

Tian Jinzhong, however, was somewhat worried: "Speaking of which, how is Chu Lan going to win?"

He knew that this grand ceremony was arranged by his senior brother specifically for Zhang Chulan.

Even knowing that her senior brother had his own ideas.

But Tian Jinzhong was still worried, after all, he had already found out about Mo Wen's strength and cultivation level from others.

He is far stronger than his peers.

How can Zhang Chulan possibly win then?

"Don't worry, junior brother, I have my own way." Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard and said calmly.

Looking at his senior brother's inscrutable expression.

Tian Jinzhong was finally relieved.

"Since you say so, senior brother, then I'm relieved."

However, he didn't know that Zhang Zhiwei was actually feeling uneasy inside.

Young friend Mo.

I have already paid you as agreed.

Everything is in your hands now.

"Look! He's here!"

"It's Mo Wen! Mo Wen is here!"

Suddenly, gasps of surprise rang out from the scene.

Hearing the sound, everyone looked over and saw a handsome young man dressed in black, with a tall and slender figure, walking slowly towards the other entrance of the venue.

Those deep, calm eyes seemed to devour and absorb everything in the world like a black hole.

Just looking at it is terrifying.

"What a powerful aura!"

"I feel like I see invincibility in his face!"

The people on stage gasped in amazement.

However, in reality, this was merely the halo effect created by Mo Wen's consecutive victories and his overwhelming defeat of those talented peers from other families within the circle.

It gives people a sense of unfathomable power.

In reality, Mo Wen simply walked in.

His cultivation had long since reached a state of complete control and return to simplicity.

Unless it's intentional, how can so much be conveyed?

And then Mo Wen entered.

Zhang Chulan, who was meditating, stood up abruptly. His previously nonchalant expression was now filled with seriousness and profound meaning.

"Brother, today is the day we fight to the death."

"Huh? You've actually made this preparation? Then I'll agree."

Mo Wen looked surprised, not expecting Zhang Chulan to have a martial arts fanatic side.

That's right. Zhang Chulan usually wears a mask, so perhaps this is his true face.

Then shouldn't I fulfill other people's wishes?

Seeing that Mo Wen seemed to be serious, Zhang Chulan's lips twitched, his serious expression immediately crumbled, and he waved his hands in a panic: "Hey, no, no, big brother, I was just kidding."

He glanced around warily, then covered his mouth with his hand and whispered, "Didn't we already agree on this?"

Please, he wants to live a few more years to help Bao'er find the truth about her origins.

While he's at it, he might as well look for his father, who's nowhere to be found.

How could someone intentionally seek death?

Mo Wen's lips twitched, and he said, "Oh, so it was a joke."

No, bro, what's with that disappointed look on your face?

You don't actually want to fight me to the death, do you?

Before Zhang Chulan could finish his internal monologue...

Then, Rong Shan, the old master's disciple who was acting as the referee on the platform, shouted loudly:

"Game start!"

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Chapter 226 If this is your strength, then you shouldn't even bother winning.

"Game start!"

Rongshan finished speaking.

On the field, Zhang Chulan grinned and squatted down, ready to start running.

"Big brother, you've been paid, so you can't beat me."

Zhang Chulan, who was confident of victory, felt no pressure at this moment.

He was already imagining the scene of learning the secrets of the Jia Shen Rebellion from the advisor.