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As soon as these words came out, all the practitioners in the audience couldn't help but change their faces.
Ye Chen, is Ye Tianxiao's son?
Regarding this point, no one of them really knows.
Thinking about it carefully, this is indeed a highlight.
During these days, Ye Chen has been quite well-known in the Xiaoyue Dynasty. I heard that Wei Xiang specially won a place for him to participate in the Qianlong list, but I don't know if he has the courage to come to participate.
After all, on the Qianlong list, he will face the son of the enemy, Ye Feng.
Back then, Ye Fusu chopped off his father's magic sword and arm.
Now, would the son be willing to avenge his father?
What's more interesting is that Ye Fusu is the arbiter of this competition for the Hidden Dragon Ranking, with an extraordinary status.
If Ye Chen really participates, it will be very interesting.
"Ye Fusu is too cruel. Ye Chen finally walked out of the land of a hundred kingdoms and showed his talent. Once he comes into Ye Fusu's sight, he will definitely be hard to escape!"
The old man groaned, stood up unsteadily, and walked outside.
At the same time, some practitioners in the restaurant followed out expressionlessly.
"Xiaolong, go and have a look."
Ye Chen looked cold.
Ye Fusu has a great reputation, but this old man dares to speak out.
For this alone, he deserves his respect.
Wei Zelong nodded, and his figure swept up.
"Master, are you really not going to take action? These people don't have the slightest respect for you. It's really disgusting. Why don't you let Xiao Yuan'er kill some people so that they can have a long memory."
Xiao Yuan'er put down her chopsticks, with a look of hope on her face.
"Don't be so violent."
Ye Chen glared at Xiao Yuan'er, who immediately stuck out her tongue, "I know."
Soon, three rounds of wine passed.
A middle-aged man with a big belly chuckled and stretched out his hand to gather a light curtain in the void.
On the light curtain, various names and odds are listed.
"Come on, all the odds are written on it, it's absolutely affordable, it's all right, come and give it a go! Bet on a spiritual weapon today, and it will become a holy weapon tomorrow! How daring a person is, the spiritual weapon Shi Duoyi!"
The middle-aged man waved again and again, "We Jubaolou, a thousand-year-old brand, pay as much as we win, don't worry about us running away, half of the shops on this street are under my name, if you run away, monks can't run away from the temple!"
He also saw that the atmosphere of the audience had reached its peak, so he stood up and publicized it at the right time.
Sure enough, those practitioners were so stimulated that their eyes were red.
"Boss, here are fifty middle-grade spirit stones, bet Ye Feng for me!"
"Ye Feng's odds are too low, and he can't win much."
"I bet on Chen Liuhe, thirty medium-grade spirit stones."
"It's no fun for you to bet on the first place. If you want to bet, bet on the last one. I'll bet on Xu Jiaqi!"
For a while, the restaurant was extremely noisy.
The middle-aged man was very happy, his eyes were narrowed with a smile.
"Master, Ye Feng's odds are 1 to 1.2, what does this mean?"
Xiao Yuan'er looked at the numbers on the light curtain, feeling a little confused.
"It's very simple. It means, if you bet Ye Feng to win with a spirit stone, then this spirit stone will be gone."
There was a hint of teasing in Ye Chen's expression.
"Giggle."
Xiao Yuan'er was amused at once, and leaned forward and back together.
Because Ye Chen didn't lower his voice, his words were heard by some practitioners around him.
"Boy, are you so sure?"
A cultivator came over and said with a mysterious expression, "Is there any inside information? Come on, tell me, brother, I'll buy you a drink."
"There is no inside story."
Ye Chen spread his hands.
"Don't pretend, I can tell at a glance that my brother is not an ordinary man. If you didn't have inside information, you wouldn't conclude that Ye Feng couldn't win the first place!"
The cultivator sneered, trying to get some news from Ye Chen.
"Xiao Er, serve my brother a pot of good tea!"
The cultivator snapped his fingers, he was not very old, and he looked like a ghost, "I Zhou Wuji, I have a bit of a reputation in this imperial city, if you really have any inside information, please tell me, Mr. Zhou Make you this friend!"
Soon, Xiao Er brought a pot of tea.
Zhou Wuji poured tea for Ye Chen himself, looking hopeful.
Seeing that the other party is so thick-skinned, Ye Chen can't refuse, "Forget it, since we met by chance, then I'll give you a fortune, and then, bet with me!"
"Thank you brother!"
Zhou Wuji looked excited. He usually likes to gamble the most, especially grand events like the competition for the hidden dragon list, and he will never miss it.
It's a pity that the gambling skills are too bad, and nine out of ten bets lose!
After all these years of tossing, the spirit stones that are simply lost are worth two holy artifacts.
But Zhou Wuji is very confident, he believes in his own eyesight.
The young man in front of him, with a calm expression on his face and full of confidence, threatened that it would be impossible for Ye Feng to win the first place. There must be some inside information, so he was so sure.
As long as I follow him, I will definitely turn around in a wave!
"Boss, I'm betting on a holy medicine pill."
Ye Chen took out a pill from the ring and handed it to the middle-aged man.
"Okay, who do you want to bet, Young Master?"
As the boss of Jubao Building, the middle-aged man has a bit of foresight.
He could tell at a glance that the pill in Ye Chen's hand was called Sanyang Pill.
?Three Yang Pills, holy pills, can only be taken by people with strong physiques. The so-called three Yangs are Tianyang, Earth Yang, and Human Yang.
Ye Chen glanced across the light curtain and finally landed on his name.
One loses ten, and the odds rank fifth.
It can be seen that the boss still has some inside information.
He knows his own strength, he will not overestimate himself, nor will he underestimate himself.
"I bet, Ye Chen."
A smile was drawn at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.
The audience suddenly fell into silence.
Many cultivators turned their heads and looked at Ye Chen in disbelief.
He said earlier that when he bet on a holy elixir, he had already attracted everyone's attention.
The holy medicine pill is very valuable!
At least, five hundred middle-grade spirit stones must face up!
With so many people in the audience, no one has put out a bet worth more than his.
Just when everyone was expecting who he would bet on, he actually said Ye Chen's name.
Bet on Ye Chen with a holy medicine pill.
This is it crazy?
Is it too rich, so it can be made vigorously.
Looking at Ye Chen's handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament, some practitioners couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
Could it be that the children of which aristocratic family came out to have fun?
No, how could a child from an ordinary family have such an aura.
Could it be, which prince is it?
Or is it, which super strong disciple?
What Ye Chen didn't know was that in the hearts of those cultivators, he had changed his identity several times in a row.
"Little brother, are you sure you want to bet on Ye Chen?"
The middle-aged man looked very serious, "Every penny I earn, Wang Dacai, is worthy of my conscience, so I must explain to you in advance that Ye Chen is very weak and is seriously overestimated. Holy medicine pills, nine out of ten will be in vain!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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