Big Demon

Lei Dong didn't know it, just a few hours ago. Ancestor Nether and Ancestor Wangui, a pair of long-time friends, also struggled with this matter. A chief disciple who said that you are a ghost is too uninteresting. In order to get Lei Dong to get the third place, he almost exploded his lover to death. And the other said that encountering thunder is not necessarily a good thing. Have you never seen that kid's cruelty? But when he said this, Wan Gui was proud of his heart, and he was really clever and clever in his secret praise. He even helped him get a third place without using thunder. Of the three disciples, one was defending the second and the first one, and the other had already occupied the third place. Even Zuo Chao was also in the loser's group, and finally got the fourteenth place.

　　 Such results are no doubt the first overall score. This is the first time since the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Ghosts prepared to build the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves, he has achieved such overbearing results. The final battle has not yet begun, and he is destined to crush the Heavenly Demon Palace in the total score.

　　 The thunderous movement on this side is indeed a bit speechless. I originally thought that I would have to struggle with the kid surnamed Yue, but unexpectedly, he stood in the third position so easily. However, when the words came back, Sister Sister became angry and she was still thinking about herself everywhere. This made thunderous, and he sighed slightly in his heart. Compared to Sister Sister, I can be regarded as a low-hearted generation.

　　 There is no more work on hand. Lei Dong didn't want to miss the last battle between Ding Wanyan and Dongfang Fu. Not only thunderous, many people don't want to miss this first confrontation between the evil and the evil.

　　 In front of the ring number A in the middle, it was crowded with little dolls from the foundation stage to just getting started. Even the golden core ancestors, apart from the withered bone ancestors, also sat in the spectator stand, focusing their attention on this battle.

　　 "It's the beginning of the game. How can you miss the contest between the two heroes and the evil." Yanmo won a bet in a match not long ago. Although the money has not yet arrived, she is not afraid of dead bones and dare to fall back on the account. She looked particularly radiant and radiant: "This old lady is here to sit in the house, and everyone can come and play. Every bet is ten spirits. Bet on Dongfang Fu wins, one loses 0.8. Bets win politely, one loses one. Point five. Bet on a tie and lose three. From now on, no one is allowed to pass on two voices on the field. "The situation of a tie rarely occurs in the big competition, but it does not mean that there is no.

　　 "Yan Devil, are you looking down on my family's politely?" Wan Gui ancestor heard the high odds of politely, and grumbled slightly in his heart.

"Thousand ghosts, I have to admit. Dongfang Fu's reputation has always been above Ding Wanyan. Your family's politeness has only recently advanced by leaps and bounds to catch up with Dongfang Fu's cultivation base." Yanmo analyzed, full of heads and said: "If you want to pay for it. Li and Dongfang Fu, wouldn't the vast majority of people be willing to bet Dongfang Fu?"

　　Thinking about it, this is the same reason. Even if the two are evenly matched, Dongfang Fu's reputation is better after all, and she is the chief disciple of the Heavenly Demon Palace. I don't know how long it has been, and every time the top name of the big competition is taken from the Heavenly Demon Palace. Yanmo gave an odds of 1.5 to accompany Ding Wanyan's strength.

　　 Everyone thinks about it, the odds are fair. In the last time between Lei Dong and Bailiyun, everyone regretted that they didn't place any bets. Otherwise, just gamble against the dry bones, wouldn't it be possible to make a fortune?

　　 "Netherworld Ten Bets Dongfang Fu wins." Yanmo started accepting bets and began to sing.

　　 "Old ghost, you are too interesting." Wan Gui scolded and scolded, "I am still a brother because of you."

"Brothers belong to the brothers, it's also important to make money." The Netherworld ancestor, who was wearing a black robe and barely seeing his face, snorted again: "Furthermore, when your family Ding Wanyan hit Wuhen's brutal hand just now, I didn't see you. Say brother."

"This seat will win with polite words." Wan Gui said fiercely as if he was angry: "Even though the Dongfang girl is a big name, but this seat is not a vegetarian who grew up. Yanmo, give me fifty notes of Ding Wanyan. Win."

　　 Fifty bets? Ten spirits for each bet, that's a whole five hundred spirits. It's another big deal.

　　 Some old ghosts present began to ponder. Wan Gui is not an impulsive fool. If he just wants to support his disciple psychologically, he can at most place five bets and ten bets. With fifty bets in this tone, doesn't it mean that he is extremely confident in Ding Wanyan?

　　 If it's normal, these ancestors and demons. Will not be so jealous of Wangui. Think about this old boy, even the thunder with only the eighth-level Qi refining period, is willing to pass on the Nirvana Falun and the high-grade spirit ghosts to him. How can Ding Wanyan, who is so kind to him, not give something good? Aside from other things, Ding Wanyan only needs to hide so two high-grade spirit ghosts in secret, I am afraid he will be able to win the victory over Dongfang Fu.

　　 The most important thing is that no one would smash five hundred high-grade spirits casually, right?

　　 "Nether, don't blame this seat for not reminding you, don't blame this seat if you lose money." The ancestor Wangui had no expression on his face, but secretly spoke to the ancestor Nether.

　　 The old ancestors of the nether world are tight. But on the surface he laughed: "Yan Mo, can you change the ten notes of this seat to Ding Wanyansheng? Although this seat also wants to make money, you can't ignore the brotherhood!"

　　 "Fart, how far do you go to the old lady, Netherworld." Yanmo angrily yelled: "You are still a lot of ancestors at a loss. Can you change your bet?"

　　 "Netherworld, you can't afford the money, so just stay on the side." Jiyin ancestor scolded disdainfully: "Yan Mo, I bet Twenty Bet Ding Wanyan wins."

　　 "Fart, twenty bets will come out to fill the rich?" Netherworld is also irritated: "Yan Mo, bet me another thirty bets, Ding Wanyan wins."

　　 A bunch of old ancestors also began to be unable to sit still. Although they couldn't perceive Wangui's voice transmission to Netherworld, they knew that Netherworld's change was definitely related to Wangui even if they were thinking about it with their ass. The two of them are so good they are almost wearing a pair of trousers.

　　 "I also bet..."

　　 "Wait." Yanmo felt that something was wrong too, and thought it would go on like this. If Ding Wanyan wins, wouldn't it be necessary to accompany him to ruin his family? He hurriedly stopped and bet again: "Because of the previous misjudgment of the situation, now Ding Wanyan's odds are changed to one for one."

　　 "Yan Mo, you are too kind."

　　 "I said Yanmo, you are also an ancestor-level figure anyway. How can you turn your back on it?"

"My old lady adjusts the odds according to the form. The bets that have been placed in the front are naturally calculated as a one-and-a-half loss. If you want to bet on Ding politely later, you can only go according to one loss and one loss. You guys, one by one. I want to cut a piece of meat on my old mother, is she really stupid? I think the odds are low~www.NovelMTL.com~ You can bet Dongfang Fu or not." Yanmo slapped her foot on the chair again. , Akimbo, cursing aggressively one by one.

　　 "Yan Mo, count you as the best. If you lose one, you lose one. I bet 30."

　　 "Twenty notes, Ding Wanyan wins."

For every extra bet, Yan Mo's face turned pale, and he hurriedly changed the odds: "I'll bet on Ding Yanyan later, and it will be changed to one and eight." Turning to Wangui, he was full of anger and murderous anger. Scolded: "Okay, you are a horrendous ghost. It's calculated on the head of the old lady. If Ding Wanyan really wins, see if the old lady won't take your skin off."

　　 Seeing Yan Mo angrily changed it to 0.8, but it slightly stopped the momentum of continuing to bet Ding Yanyan, and two people bet Dongfang Fusheng separately, but the bets were not big, that is, they were only five bets each.

　　 Some of the Jindan stage elders upstairs were also a little unable to sit still, and began to place bets.

　　 Within a short period of time, the bet Dongfang Fu won, which has reached 80 bets. But the problem is that even if Yanmo squeezed the odds again and again, Ding Wanyan's winning bet was still soaring, and soon reached two hundred and ninety. It was a bet that the two were tied, but there were only fifteen bets. After all, the chance of a tie is too small, and the money thrown in is very likely to be lost. Someone just throws a small bet to play. As for the two women on stage cheating and controlling the battle, it is almost impossible, so many old ghosts are staring at it.

　　 Yan Mo is so angry that he can't wait to eat the flesh of the ghosts. This was disrupted by him, in case Ding Wanyan really won. Don't you want to lose her to death?

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　　 (After 23 o’clock, I was taking a bath, and I was about to wake up for a while, but there was a sudden power outage. It seems that the entire community was out of power... I was helpless and half asleep and waited until ten minutes ago. The power just came. Sorry, everyone has been waiting for a long time.)