Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan said: "Okay, I want to bet, when can I start?"

Mr. Lu showed joy in his eyes and said with a smile: "Haha, you can do it anytime. Those audiences like to watch the new characters. You adjust your mentality, I will make people prepare, and you can play when you are off."

After all, he asked Yang Qingxuan to prepare. It was still the previous Ma Zi, who led Yang Qingxuan to a resting place.

Yang Qingxuan suddenly asked, "Is Wen Wen also a staff member here?"

Ma Zai was taken aback, and then smiled: "It's a part-time job, she's still a student after all. The reward is drawn from you. For example, if you are introduced by her, she can get one-tenth of your income. So the more you earn, the more she earns. And we get dead wages, more than the top and the less than the bottom."

Ma Zai thought for a while, and added: "But Wen Wen is a relatively conservative girl and doesn't make much money. Many girls will provide wonderful services in order to attract powerful customers, you know."

He smirked twice and said: "If you can help her earn more, maybe you can get her into bed. Many guests are interested in her, but it is said that no one has gotten her hands." After that, he licked his lips and tongue, looking hungry.

Yang Qingxuan listened boringly, waved him to retreat, and meditated.

He just put on the Wujin vestment, and he is still not very used to it. He has been panting all the way from the academy, but he just didn't show it.

At this moment, the Qingyang martial arts scriptures are running to relax the limbs, muscles and bones, and slowly adjust their physical fitness and restore vitality.

Under the gravity field of the Wujin vestment, even running the Qingyang Martial Scriptures felt hard, and the recovery speed of the physical body seemed to slow down.

Suddenly, Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, and a stream of pure energy dissipated above the posterior cervical spine, cooperating with the movement of the Qingyang Martial Scriptures, causing the force to rush in the body like a dragon like an elephant.

"It's the dead soul stone..."

Yang Qingxuan secretly said: "I don't know what secret the dead soul stone contains. It turns a dragon around my neck. Could it be that this is a soul stone that a dragon-shaped martial soul turns into after death?"

He guessed for a while, but couldn't grasp the point, so he had to give up and practice meditation.

After a while, Ma Tsai's voice interrupted him and shouted, "My lord, my lord, it's your turn to play."

Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes, and said, "Who is the opponent?"

Ma Zai smiled and said, "Mr. Lu is afraid that you will not be able to show your strength in the preliminary contest, so he arranged a ninth-level Qi Martial Realm master to bet against you. However, that master is not a student."

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said: "I understand what you mean, if you are not a student, I am afraid that the experience and combat experience are very rich, and it is not easier to deal with than a student of the tenth level of Qiwu."

Ma Tsai was startled, and praised: "My lord, you are so smart."

Yang Qingxuan smiled slightly and rewarded him with a few gold coins. That Ma Zai was even more happy and took him to the gambling arena.

The gambling arena is very cleverly done in a hidden underground building. Yuehua can shine through the dome and fall into the huge circular gambling arena, illuminating the dark blood stains that have dried up in the arena.

The staff is cleaning the environment in the field, washing the blood stains, and it seems that someone has been carried down, not knowing the life or death.

Tens of thousands of people sat in the audience, and laughed constantly, "That kid was too casual. He was also in the middle stage of Lingwu. He was directly cut off by the opponent!", "I lost my bet by three. One hundred thousand gold coins, really deserve a thousand swords!", "The knife in the opponent's hand seems to have a problem, it is not an ordinary weapon."...

The host quickly ran to the center of the venue and said loudly: "The next game will be a wonderful gambling battle between two strong Qiwu realms. They are Peng Hai from the 9th floor of Qiwu, 33 years old. , Against Yang Qingxuan, fifteen years old, from the tenth level of fighting spirit."

When the voice fell, shouts rang out all around, "Haha, it's a little calf from Tiancong Academy again.", "There are ten levels of Qiwu at fifteen. Tsk tsk, it's really good!", "Go, go, I just I like to watch the shredded meat, haha!"

The host smiled slightly and said loudly: "You can place your bets. The gambling will begin after a stick of incense."

In a corner of the viewing platform, a graceful figure appeared, it was Wen Wen, his face suddenly changed, and he said in surprise: "Peng Hai? Why is it Peng Hai?!"

Her face turned pale, and her eyes were full of anger.

"Hey, why is it Peng Hai? Because I arranged it, hahaha!"

A wild laugh sounded from his side, and a fat round figure appeared beside Wen Wen, his face was swollen, his facial features were crowded, and he grinned and said, "If you offend me, the people you brought will never want to win."

Wen Wen stared at the man and said angrily: "Cui Zhirong, you are so vicious!"

Cui Zhirong stretched out his red tongue and licked his lips, his eyes rolled around Wen Wen unscrupulously, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Hehe, are you there? As long as you are willing to serve me, the arrangements for future gambling will be easy to say."

"Young Master, Young Master."

An enchanting and coquettish woman posted it, her huge **** pressed directly on Cui Zhirong’s arm, and she jokingly said, “What’s so good about this little girl? The face is not as beautiful as I am, and the chest is not as big as mine. I serve Rong. Less is enough."

Cui Zhirong pushed her away and yelled: "What do you know, my young master wants to play something new."

The woman didn't want to be forgiving, and said shyly: "Wow, I am not fresh, why am I not fresh!"

"Snapped!"

Cui Zhirong slapped the face and slapped the woman in a daze, "Bah, you scumbag, how many people have played and said that they are new? I'm really a dog, don't let me get caught. Just get better!"

The woman sat on the ground, covering her face, staring at Wen Wen with a bitter face.

Cui Zhirong smiled, stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Wen’s chin, and grinned: “How about, do you want that little fresh meat named Yang Qingxuan to survive? Do you want to earn more credits? If you want, just wash it up and kneel on the bed. wait for me."

Wen Wen slapped his hand angrily, slapped his hand away, and sneered: "Let's dream of your dream! Then Yang Qingxuan will die if he is dead, what's up to me, but I just did another useless effort. Although I need the credits, but Not in a hurry, hum!" With a shake of the green silk, he went straight away.

Cui Zhirong's face instantly distorted, and he roared: "Okay, okay! Let you pretend to be tall, there will always be a day when you kneel under my crotch and beg me!" He waved his hand and said to the man behind him: "Tell that Peng Hai, wait. It will tear Yang Qingxuan completely, how cruel it is! I want her Wen Wen to know that anyone who dares not to listen to me can never earn a little credit!"

"Yes!"

The man behind immediately bowed down.

Cui Zhirong looked at Wen Wen's leaving figure, and the more he couldn't get it, the more itchy and unbearable. The evil fire burned in his heart. He turned around and grabbed the woman's hair on the ground, dragged it on the ground and walked out, returning to the room to relieve the fire.