Lei Dong didn't know, an hour ago. The Netherworld Ancestor and the Ten Thousand Ghost Ancestor, two long-time friends, were also entangled in this matter. The chief disciple who said that you were ten thousand ghosts was too uninteresting, and he almost blew his beloved disciple to death in order to let Lei Dong get the third. And the other said, encountering thunder, not necessarily a good thing, that kid's ruthlessness has not been seen before? But when he said this, the pride in the heart of Wan Ghost Ah, secretly praised Wanyan is indeed smart and clever, and even didn't use Lei Dong to make a move, so he helped him get a third. Three disciples, one is protecting two and looking at one, one has already occupied the third, and even Zuo Chao has been in the loser's group again and again, and finally won the fourteenth.

This result is undoubtedly the first overall score. This is the first time that the Ten Thousand Ghost Ancestors have achieved such domineering results since the Ten Thousand Ghost Ancestors prepared to build the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves, and before the last battle began, it was already destined to suppress the Heavenly Demon Palace in terms of total scores.

The thunder at this head was indeed a little speechless, and he originally thought that he would have to entangle with the kid surnamed Yue no matter what, but unexpectedly, he stood in the third position so easily. But then again, senior sister, she is angry and angry, and she still thinks about herself everywhere. This made Lei Dong, and he sighed lightly in his heart. Compared with her senior sister, she can be regarded as a merciless person.

At hand, there is no more work. In the last battle between Ding Wanyan and Dongfang Fu, Lei Dong didn't want to miss it. Not only is it thunderous, but many people don't want to miss this first meeting between the two gloomy English.

In front of the No. A ring in the middle, there are small dolls from some foundation building periods to beginners. Even those Jindan Ancestors, except for the Dry Bone Ancestors, sat on the spectator seat and focused their attention on this competition.

"It's the beginning, it's the beginning, and the battle between the two heroes can't be missed. "Yan Mo won a super ruthless bet not long ago, although the money has not yet arrived, but he is not afraid of dry bones and dares to repay the account. It looks extraordinarily radiant and radiant: "This old lady comes to sit in the village, everyone can come and play." Each bet is ten spirits. Bet on Dongfang Fu to win, one loss of 0.8. Bet on Ding Wanyan to win, one to pay 1.5. Three to one for a draw. From now on, no one is allowed to transmit the sound to the two people on the field. "A draw is a rare occurrence in the big game, but that doesn't mean there isn't.

"Yan Demon, are you looking down on my family's Wanyan?" Ten Thousand Ghost Ancestor complained with a slight dissatisfaction when he heard the high odds of Wanyan.

"Ten thousand ghosts, I have to admit it. Dongfang Fu's fame has always been above Ding Wanyan, and your family's Wanyan has only recently advanced by leaps and bounds, catching up with Dongfang Fu's cultivation. Yan Mo analyzed, and said with a full head: "If you talk about the odds and Dongfang Fu, then wouldn't the vast majority of people be willing to bet on Dongfang Fu?"

Thinking about it, this is also the truth, even if the two of them are on par in cultivation, but after all, Dongfang Fu's reputation is more famous, and she is the chief disciple of the Heavenly Demon Palace. I don't know how long it has been, and every time Dabi's first name is taken away from the Heavenly Demon Palace. Yan Mo gave a odds of one and five points, which was already a good recognition of Ding Wanyan's strength.

When you think about it, the odds are fair. The last time Lei Dong and Bailiyun were there, everyone felt sorry for not betting. Otherwise, wouldn't you be able to make a fortune by betting with dry bones casually?

"Netherworld Ten Bets Oriental Fusheng. The demon began to accept bets and began to sing.

"Old ghost, you're too uninteresting. Wan Ghost raised his eyebrows and scolded: "It's a loss that you and I are still brothers." ”

"Brothers are brothers, and it matters to make money. Wearing a black robe, the Netherworld Ancestor, who could barely see his face, snorted again: "Besides, when your family Ding Wanyan was ruthless to Wuxian just now, I didn't see you say brother. ”

"This seat is a victory in words. Wan Ghost seemed to be angry, and said fiercely: "Although the Oriental girl is famous, she didn't grow up as a vegetarian under this command. Yan Demon, give me fifty notes Ding Wanyan wins. ”

Fifty notes? Each note is ten spirits, that's a full five hundred spirits. Another big shot.

Some of the old ghosts present began to think about it. Wan Ghost is not an impulsive fool, if he just wants to support his disciple psychologically, at most he can pay attention to the meaning of the next five bets and ten notes. Doesn't this fifty bets in one breath mean that he has great confidence in Ding Wanyan?

If it's normal, these old ancestors and old demons. I wouldn't be so suspicious of all ghosts. Thinking about this old boy, even that thunderbolt who only had the eighth layer of the Qi refining period was willing to pass on the Silent Falun and the high-grade spirit ghost to him. Ding Wanyan, who was particularly kind to him, how could he not give him some good things? Not to mention anything else, Ding Wanyan only had to hide those two top-grade spirit ghosts in secret, and I am afraid that he would be able to win against Dongfang Fu.

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

"Nether, don't blame this seat for not reminding you, don't blame this seat if you lose money. The Ten Thousand Ghost Ancestor was expressionless, but he secretly said to the Netherworld Ancestor.

The Nether Ancestor's heart tightened. But on the surface, he laughed: "Yan Demon, can you change the ten bets of this seat to Ding Wanyansheng? Although this seat also wants to make money, you can't ignore the brotherly love!"

"Fart, how far do you give the old lady how far you roll. Yan Mo scolded angrily: "You are still an ancestor-level figure, can you change the bet you bet on?"

"You can't afford to pay for it, so stay on the sidelines. The Extreme Yin Ancestor scolded disdainfully: "Yan Demon, this seat bets on twenty bets Ding Wanyan wins." ”

"Fart, twenty bets will also come out to fill the rich?" "The shadow is also on fire: "Yan Demon, bet me another thirty bets, bet on Ding Wanyan to win." ”

A group of ancestors also began to sit still. Although they couldn't detect the transmission of the Ten Thousand Ghosts to the Netherworld, even if they thought about it with their butts, they knew that the change of the Netherworld was definitely related to the Ten Thousand Ghosts. The two of them, but they were so good that they were almost wearing a pair of pants.

"I'm ...... too"

"Wait. Yan Mo also felt that something was wrong, and secretly thought that if he continued like this, he would have to get it? If Ding Wanyan wins, wouldn't he have to accompany him to bankrupt his family? Hurriedly stopped and bet again: "Due to the previous misjudgment of the situation, now Ding Wanyan's odds are changed to one to one." ”

"Yan Demon, you're too unkind. ”

"I said Yan Demon, you are also an ancestor-level figure. How can you go back on your word?"

"The old lady adjusts the odds according to the form, and the bets that have been placed before are naturally calculated according to one loss of one and five. If you want to bet on Ding Wanyan later, you can only go according to one loss and one loss. You gang of cowards, all of you want to rip a piece of meat off the old lady, really be stupid for the old lady? Yan Mo snapped, lifted his feet to the chair again, crossed his waist, and scolded one by one violently.

"Yan Mo, count you as good. One to one is one to one, Lao Tzu bets thirty bets. ”

"Twenty notes, Ding Wanyan wins. ”

Every time there was one more bet, Yan Mo's face turned pale, and he hurriedly changed the odds: "Bet on Ding Wanyan later, and change it to 0.8 to one loss." Then he turned to ten thousand ghosts with an angry face, and scolded murderously: "Okay, you ten thousand ghosts, the calculation is on the head of the old lady." If Ding Wanyan really wins, see if the old lady doesn't pick your skin. ”

Seeing that Yan Demon was angry and changed it to 0.8, it slightly stopped the momentum of continuing to bet on Ding Wanyan, and two more people bet on Dongfang Fusheng respectively, but the bet was not big, that is, five bets each.

Some of the Jindan elders upstairs also couldn't sit still and began to place bets one after another.

In a short period of time, the bet on Dongfang Fu to win has reached 80 bets. But the problem is that even if Yan Demon pressed the odds again and again, Ding Wanyan's winning bet was still soaring, and soon it reached 290 bets. It is a bet on a tie between the two, but only fifteen notes, after all, the probability of a draw is too small, and the probability of throwing the money into it is very large, and someone casually throws a small bet to play. As for the two women on the stage cheating and manipulating the battle situation, it is almost impossible, and the eyes of so many old ghosts are staring at it.

Yan Demon is so angry that his teeth itch, and he can't wait to eat the flesh of ten thousand ghosts. This was disrupted by him, in case Ding Wanyan really won. Isn't it to her death?

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(At 23 o'clock, when I took a shower and was about to wake up and renew my mind for a while, there was a sudden power outage.) It seems that the entire complex is without power...... I had no choice but to wait for half sleep and half wait until ten minutes ago, and the electricity just came. Sorry to keep you waiting)