Four to one?"

"Five to one?"

......

"One pays ten! As long as you take out 100,000 taels of silver, it will be 1 million taels in the blink of an eye, if you take out 1 million, it will be 10 million taels in the blink of an eye, where can you find such a good opportunity? Ling Baobao shouted in an extremely sensational tone.

Not to mention, his sensationalism is not in vain, looking at the eyes of those people, it seems that he is really hesitant.

Nie Fang was so angry that his whole body trembled slightly, no one was willing to bet on one loss of ten, could it be that in the eyes of outsiders, this swordsmanship that Mu Hanyan had only learned for less than a day had such a level, so he had a small success after ten years of hard work, and Mu Hanyan was not worth it?

"I'll bet!" Nie Fang was extremely angry, and directly smashed a stack of silver tickets.

Ling Baobao took the silver ticket, and his hands trembled with excitement. More than 10 million, this is more than 10 million, how many infertility treatments does he have to treat to make so much money.

That's right, in his opinion, this is not gambling at all, it is even easier to find money.

"By the way, and you, didn't you just drop a million, and this time it's also a little bit, you look at other people's Nie Hei's face. Ling Baobao said to Qiu Zizhong again, and when he was excited, he called out the nickname he gave Nie Fang.

Everyone looked at Nie Fangsheng's face and wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud.

Nie Fangsheng clenched his fists, and his face, which was originally black, became even darker.

"Two million, I don't believe it, no matter how good Mu Hanyan's talent is, it can be better than Master Nie. Qiu Zizhong actually didn't want to bet anymore, but he was forced by Ling Baobao to get off the stage, so he could only take out another two million taels of silver tickets and smash them to Ling Baobao.

This is also his last belongings, although the Qiu family is one of the three major families in Dongzhou County, it can be regarded as a big family, but the qualifications of the children of the clan are not bad, and there are dozens of people who remain in Longyan Academy, so Qiu Zizhong's share is not too high.

"Qiu Gongzi bet another two million, who else, who else?" Ling Baobao didn't bother to talk to him, and shouted loudly after taking the silver ticket.

It is estimated that it was influenced by Nie Fangsheng and Qiu Zizhong, and it may be that Ling Baobao's odds of ten to ten plus that emotional sensationalism played a role, and then someone made some bets, but the hand was not as generous as theirs, and it seemed much more cautious.

Ling Baobao was still happy and smiled, Mu Hanyan didn't like the lack of mosquitoes, and he didn't like it.

Seeing that Ling Baobao had almost picked up the money, Mu Hanyan did not delay any longer, and came to the sword casting furnace again.

"Raise the fire, open the furnace!" Mu Hanyan drank softly, Tan Yu and the others got up again and pulled up the bellows, and a faint blue flame floated up, condensed like substance.

The delicate forging sword hammer in Ling Hanyan's hand also swung out a wonderful arc again.

"This ...... How is this possible?" everyone looked at Mu Hanyan's movements in surprise.

Even Nie Fangsheng's eyes were full of shock, and he subconsciously took a step forward.

In everyone's thoughts, even Mu Hanyan looked at the ancestral sword-casting secret of the Nie family, but after all, the time was too short, it added up to less than a quarter of an hour, and there was no one to guide him, so it must be stiff and sluggish, and even full of mistakes and omissions.

But now, Mu Hanyan's sword-casting technique, how can there be a bit of stiffness, how can there be a little stagnation, and the clouds are flowing smoothly, as if he has practiced countless times.

Impossible, impossible! Nie Fangsheng opened his mouth slightly, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

As a descendant of the Nie family, he has been regarded as a sword-forging talent of the Nie family once in a thousand years since he was a child, and of course others understand the difficulty of this twenty-four methods of sharpening the edge and cultivating the gods.

Don't look at the twelve more techniques in the front of the cast forging bones, but these techniques are all mysterious, and there is no room for half a point difference, and it is never an exaggeration to say that it is a small difference. It was precisely for this reason that it took him seven full years to barely learn these twenty-four techniques, and then it took decades for him to finally grasp the essence of them and make them fluent and free.

Mu Hanyan only glanced at it a few times, but he actually learned it all, and even if he was picky with Nie Fangsheng's critical eye, he couldn't find the slightest mistake.

How did he do it? Nie Fangsheng never believed that the world would have such a rebellious talent.

Could it be that he had actually learned this technique a long time ago? Nie Fangsheng couldn't help but guess like this.

But soon, he denied his speculation.

Thinking back to the scene when Mu Hanyan came to the Battle Dragon Branch yesterday, no matter how you look at it, he sincerely learned it, if he really learned this set of sword casting techniques earlier, there was no need to do it at all. And at that time, he didn't know about Qiu Yongcheng's failure in the Beast Soul Palace's trial, Mu Hanyan had just been admitted to the hospital, and it was impossible for him to know his relationship with Qiu Yongcheng, and it was impossible for him to deliberately smash his own field because of Qiu Yongcheng.

But if it weren't for that, how could he have only glanced at it a few times and refined this twenty-four methods of sharpening the edge and cultivating the gods so skillfully.

Nie Fangsheng was full of doubts, and looked more carefully at Mu Hanyan's freewheeling methods.

Suddenly, Nie Fangsheng raised his eyebrows.

Sword Intent! In Mu Hanyan's sword-forging technique, he actually sensed a vast sword intent.

Don't...... Could it be that the legend is true? Nie Fangsheng's heart shook violently.

I have to say that Nie Fangsheng's strength is not outstanding among the tutors of Longyan Academy, but as the first sword-casting master of the academy, his eyesight is not bad at all.

Mu Hanyan's twenty-four methods of sharpening the edge and nourishing the spirits at this time seem to be the ancestral sword-casting techniques of the Nie family on the surface, but in fact, they are performed with the method of swordsmanship.

After practicing it over and over again in his mind before, Mu Hanyan had already discovered that this set of methods called sword casting was actually derived from the method of swordsmanship, and it had some similar meaning with the Nine Heavens Star Falling Sword.

Although for a while, she still couldn't fully comprehend this set of sword-casting techniques, but with her comprehension of the Nine Heavens Star-Falling Sword, it was not difficult to use the method of sword dao to perform this sword-casting method.

Of course, if it was just like this, she wouldn't dare to rashly conduct the assessment, after all, the way of the sword is the way of the sword, and the casting of the sword is the casting of the sword, which are fundamentally two different things.

But don't forget, Mu Hanyan and Chaos Heavenly Fire. It is worthy of being the source of ten thousand fires in Ling Baobao's mouth, although this chaotic heavenly fire has no spiritual sense, it has spirituality, and that spirituality is not even under any legendary divine beast, only once it recognizes the master, it has been integrated into the laws of heaven and earth in the Holy Court Continent.