The Poison Doctor Mad Concubine is a Bit Tugged

Ye Murin heard the words "Little Leaf" and naturally responded in seconds.

"What's the urgency? Get back."

So, Yan Zheng briefly and concisely explained what Ye Feiran was facing.

After listening to this, Ye Mulin had already thought of the corresponding strategy.

"Understood, I will arrange it immediately."

After speaking, he cut off the communication jade card.

"Night boy, that..."

Yan Zheng looked at the communication jade card that had gone dark, and the voice stopped abruptly.

"Really anxious!"

He also wanted to know what the night boy would arrange, and then cooperate with him.

Yan Zheng returned to his seat without squinting, and as soon as he rolled his eyes, he joined the discussion on how to recruit Ye Feiran, a monstrous genius.

Han Xize and Mu Ge were sitting not far behind Yan Zheng. They almost couldn't help laughing when they heard Instructor Yan talking nonsense in a serious manner.

Yan Zheng glanced over from the corner of his eyes, and the two of them immediately put away the smiles on their faces, looking left and right but didn't dare to look at Yan Zheng.

Ye Feiran and Tang Mengtong glanced around and squeezed directly to the place to bet. In their opinion, there is nothing more important than betting.

When seeing Ye Feiran's odds, Tang Mengtong almost flew up with joy.

One to ten!

Little Leaf's odds are one to ten!

God, she's destined to flourish today!

"Little Leaf, can you lend me another ten million high-grade spar?" Tang Mengtong was so happy that her voice trembled a little.

Ye Feiran: "...Yes, calm down!"

The fight hasn't started yet, how can you react like you've already won!

Tang Mengtong has a lot of treasures, but the money is the least in the team. She can only take out 10 million high-grade spar, which is the result of asking Ye Feiran to help get some of the treasures to sell in the ghost market last time.

However, now that she has borrowed 20 million high-grade spar from Ye Feiran, she will bet 30 million high-grade spar.

"Little Leaf, how much are you going to bet?"

Ye Feiran's eyes turned slightly, she couldn't bet, and Tang Mengtong couldn't be too high-profile.

"Well...you bet 30 million, I'll take 70 million!"

The wealthy people in the Shura Fighting Arena grab a lot, and 100 million top-grade spar should not be a high-profile!

"it is good!"

Tang Mengtong nodded, then looked up at the waiter in charge of placing the bet, "Betting, 100 million top-grade spar, Mu Fei wins!"

As soon as the words fell, not only the waiter in charge of placing the bets looked at Tang Mengtong with a shocked expression, but also many people around looked at her in shock.

100 million top-grade spar bet on Mu Fei to win!

I'm afraid this girl is an idiot!

"Girl, have you thought about it?

Although Mu Fei is a genius of evil spirits, but she is so young, she must have just broken through the peak of distraction. Shen Lang, one of the four favorites of Tianmo, broke through two years ago, and I heard that she has encountered the barrier to fit.

Although Shen Lang's odds were not as high as Mu Fei's, most of the people present felt that Shen Lang would win. "

A man with a rather nice voice reminded.

"Yes, yes, girl, think about it again!"

"Girl, don't bet if you're not sure. Don't look at the crowd here, but there aren't many people who bet. Because everyone doesn't know Mu Fei very well, they're not sure who has a better chance of winning."

Hearing the words around, Ye Feiran raised her eyebrows slightly, it seems that everyone is very careful!

Since so few people bet, should she bet bigger?

Ye Feiran's eyes turned slightly, and the next moment she knew it, and then she bit her ear with Tang Mengtong.

"Tongtong, I'll lend you another 70 million high-grade spirit stones, and you can directly bet 100 million!"

Hearing this, Tang Mengtong's eyes suddenly lit up, and she was so excited that she held Ye Feiran's hand, "Little Leaf, thank you!"

"you are welcome!"

Immediately afterwards, Tang Mengtong raised his eyes and glanced at the people around him, and said, "Thank you for your reminder, but I have already thought about it clearly."

Seeing Tang Mengtong's insistence, the people around him just shook his head and stopped persuading him. They all looked away and continued to speculate on who Mu Fei was.

The waiter in charge of the betting raised his eyes and looked at Tang Mengtong, with a professional smile on his face, and said with certainty, "Girl, are you really sure that you are sure to bet 100 million top-grade spar to bet on Mufei to win?"

"Sure, very sure, you hurry up and register." Tang Mengtong urged.

The waiter in charge of placing bets: "..."

After he registered, a Nativity ring and a note fell in front of him.

When he saw the words on the note, his eyes widened, and then he raised his head to meet Shang Ye Feiran's smiling eyes.

"I'll bet too, please register." Ye Feiran said with a smile.

The waiter in charge of placing the bet looked at Ye Feiran, then at the words on the note, and then swept away his spiritual sense to accept the ring, and couldn't help swallowing, "Gu... girl, are you sure?"

"Sure!"

After speaking, Ye Feiran took Tang Mengtong away.

The waiter in charge of placing the bet saw that Ye Feiran had left, so he rubbed his eyes and looked at the words on the note again - bet, one billion top-grade spar, Mu Fei wins!

He was really afraid that he was wrong.

After reading it, he subconsciously wanted to confirm, and when he raised his head, he remembered that Ye Feiran had left.

Then he could only register silently.

Ye Feiran and Tang Mengtong left for a while, and the six Han Xize also came to place bets one after another. They all bet 100 million top-grade spar to bet on Mu Fei to win, and followed Tang Mengtong's pace.

However, they all imitate Ye Feiran to make low-key bets, and Tang Mengtong can do high-profile things alone, otherwise their identities will arouse suspicion.

The waiter in charge of the betting accepted the one billion bet, and now even if there are six hundred million bets, he is very calm, and he is even happy that he will soon have a large commission.

Yes, he also felt that it was Shen Lang who won, not Mu Fei.

Immediately afterwards, eight more people came to place bets one after another, and the number was not small, all of them betting on Mu Fei to win.

These eight people are none other than Miracle Three.

Rong Jing recognized Ye Feiran, and the other members of Miracle Team 3 naturally knew that Mu Fei was Ye Feiran.

For the other members of the Miracle Team 3, betting on this aspect is naturally very trusting in Rong Jing, the half-baked pupil artist, in short, it has become a habit.

When Ning Weizhu passed by Ye Feiran, she also said playfully, "We are optimistic about you!"

Ye Feiran: "..."

At this time, I don't know who exclaimed, "Ah... Look, Shen Lang is here!"

As soon as the voice fell, almost everyone's eyes turned to the entrance of the No. 18 arena.

"Hey, not only Shen Lang is here, but the other three are also here."

"This day, the four proud sons of the devil have come together."

The corners of Shen Lang's lips twitched. He was very satisfied with the feeling of being watched by everyone. At the same time, he didn't forget to pay attention to the people and discussions around him. He really wanted to know how sacred Mu Fei was?

"Little Leaf, they didn't even wear masks!" Tang Mengtong whispered.

Ye Feiran twitched her lips, "The people of Xingyue Academy are so arrogant, and the Four Great Demons will only be more arrogant. Maybe they all think they have the ability to be arrogant!"

She also really wanted to see the arrogance of the Four Great Demons.

Tang Mengtong nodded lightly, then looked at Shen Lang, and reminded, "Little Ye Zi, I heard that the Heavenly Demon Sect are all vicious people. This Shen Lang has dark eyes, you have to be careful."

"Okay!" Ye Feiran nodded with a smile, and looked at Shen Lang silently.

Looking at it this way, Shen Lang's aura is indeed stronger than hers, and he doesn't know what trump cards he has.

"Ran Ran, I believe you can definitely win that Shen Lang." Mutated Jiuye Hongzhi affirmed in his tone.

Hearing the words, Ye Feiran's lips curled slightly, "Bless you!"

Time passed by minute by minute. When the people around were talking about why Mu Fei hadn't appeared, an old man wearing a hideous mask walked slowly to Ye Feiran's side and shouted respectfully, "Miss!"

Ye Feiran: "???"