Rebirth of the Peerless Martial God

The 690th chapter predicts Yin Xiang's sword technique

gambler! This is the pure gambler!

Every time you fight, you will receive a lot of bets.

But one thing is that each fighting skill is divided into 18 sessions, of which there are 18 monks participating in individual fighting skills, and 18 groups participating in group fighting skills.

Therefore, a huge number of bets are actually spread evenly among all individuals and groups, and the audience has 36 betting targets.

Unless he is extremely optimistic about a certain monk, no one will place a big bet on a certain monk at once.

With a principal of 500,000 and an odds of seven for one loss, I can't imagine that if this is won, there will be 3.5 million bottles of Spirit Gathering Pill in a blink of an eye!

Gamblers who are accustomed to big scenes, also exclaimed crazy!

Five hundred thousand bet on a person, and this person's cultivation only has the Five Heavens, even if he wins two games in a row!

The monk who issued the voucher in the gambling game asked uncertainly, "Are you sure you want to bet 500,000?"

The signal from the gambling game is already obvious. Without inside information, Yang Teng's odds will never be raised suddenly.

The gambler was cruel, "Yes! Since it is a gambling, I will bet on Yang Teng to win! This is all my wealth, if Yang Teng is fighting, I will make a big deal! If he is not fighting, I will accept his life!"

This is the gambler's mentality, completely reckless, just thinking about flying into the sky.

Of course, the gamblers would like to see someone place a large bet on Yang Teng, and immediately entertain the monk warmly and give him a voucher.

"Wang San is not guilty of losing his mind, right? Half a million bottles of Spirit Gathering Pills are held on that Dongzhou kid, so he is so optimistic about the quick knife kid?"

"Who knows, if the Knife Kid wins again, it would be a return of more than three million yuan! Wang San has no worries about food and clothing in this life." Some people agreed with Wang San's approach.

Under his influence, many people actually followed suit.

"I will come 10,000 bottles of Spirit Gathering Pill, and bet Yang Teng will win!"

"I'll come to three thousand bottles of Gathering Pill, and bet Yang Teng will win!"

The gambling rules are at least one hundred bottles of Gathering Pill, and there is no upper limit.

However, very few people bet 100,000 bottles of Gathering Pill at a time, most of them are within tens of thousands of bottles, and the water flows long.

Perhaps stimulated by Wang San's bet of 500,000 at a time, many gamblers became a little crazy and put out large bets on Yang Teng to win.

The gamblers are all ecstatic, they have their own news channels, knowing that Mad Mo Luo is planning to arrange a strong opponent for Yang Teng this time, and Yang Teng has no chance of winning.

The crazier these guys bet, the more Gathering Pills will be won!

The momentum here is getting bigger and bigger, attracting more gamblers, and it immediately turned into a snowball situation, causing more people to bet on Yang Teng.

The people around the gambling game yelling about Yang Teng's victory were crowded, frightening the person in charge of the gambling game.

The crazy situation alarmed the master behind the gambling game. The subordinates reported to him what happened here. The master behind the scenes roughly calculated that if Yang Teng really wins, it is not enough to lose all the income tonight!

The purpose of setting up a gambling game is to earn a high return. The gambling game has existed for so many years, and there is basically no loss.

Riding up and down, listening to gossip, etc., all require a certain price.

The gambling game seems to be infinite, but it involves a lot of things, not as simple as it seems.

The owner behind the scenes pondered for a moment, and immediately made a decision, "Go on, according to this odds, how many bets are next!"

Isn't his bet a bet? As long as Yang Teng loses, the gains from him tonight will make him a fortune.

With the command of the master, the people below have confidence, no matter how many people bet, they will all take it.

In the end, when the gambling round was closed, the accounts quickly came out. Today's bet on Yang Teng's win was more than 120 million.

This number makes the host behind the scenes feel a little frightened.

It's not that he can't afford to lose more than 800 million Spirit Gathering Pills, but that there has never been such a high stakes concentrated on one person before.

This amount is really amazing. After the fighting skills are over tonight, you must take out a sum of Spirit Gathering Pill to thank Mad Mo Luo.

The master behind the gambling game couldn't help but admire Mad Moluo's methods, just two fighting skills, he picked up a Dongzhou kid, let himself earn a large sum of spirit pill.

Before the fight has started, Yang Teng has become the focus of the fight tonight.

The audience entered the arena, still talking about Yang Teng.

Of course, not everyone is optimistic about Yang Teng, there are still many people who feel that Yang Teng has no hope.

This time without Mad Mo Luo's company, Yang Teng brought Xiao Hui and Thin Monkey to the arena.

In the staging area, verify the identity and cultivation level.

Yin Xiang looked at Yang Teng, "It's quite a show, I heard that many people bet you to win?"

Yang Teng chuckled, "It proves that the audience has sharp eyes and can tell that I am better than you." "

Yang Teng didn't care, "You don't need to worry about this, I will never let those who support me down!"

"Hahaha!" Yin Xiang laughed wildly: "Yang Teng, you are crazy enough! You'd better pray not to meet me, otherwise the gamblers who bet on you to win will lose their money.

The draw began to determine the opponents tonight, and the two stopped arguing.

Yin Xiang was the one who won the most games, and he took the first draw of course.

He drew the first appearance this time.

Holding the number plate in his hand, gestured to Yang Teng, "You better pray not to get another number one!"

Yang Teng won two games in a row. He was the second monk to win in the Yijinqi group. He was the second to draw.

After getting his playing number plate, Yang Teng smiled: "Yin Xiang, your luck is really good, you have escaped again tonight!"

Yang Teng drew the third pick.

"Hmph! Let you live another month!" The implication was that no one of the other four cultivators present could beat Yang Teng.

These people did not have the same knowledge as Yin Xiang, and began to draw their own number plates.

As a result, a monk named Jiang Liang won another No. 3 pick.

After reading the number plate in his hand, Jiang Liang showed a look of disdain on his face, "Huh! A Dongzhou kid who doesn't know the so-called, won two victories, and he doesn't know what his surname is! I really think I have no one in Xizhou. Tonight is your death date."

Yang Teng took a look at this Jiang Liang, judging from his cultivation base, it was the Ninth Heaven in the Yijin Stage, but he didn't know how powerful he was.

With a grin: "Okay, see you in the arena!"

Everyone draws lots, and tonight's fighting skills officially begin.

Yang Teng didn't pay much attention to the battle of the strong bone stage, and he couldn't fight against the strong bone stage cultivator, and he would not pay attention to the strong bone stage cultivator outside the arena.

The second game was Yin Xiang's battle.

Tonight's battle is Yin Xiang's fifth battle skill. If he can win this one, he will win more than half of the matches, and he will win the title of fighting skill king in four more matches.

Getting closer to the title of Fighting Skill King, Yin Xiang paid great attention to every fighting skill.

No one would ever want to destroy him as the king of fighting skills!

When he came up, Yin Xiang didn't launch a frenzied attack like before. He deliberately controlled the rhythm, first tested the strength of his opponent, and then looked for flaws to launch a counterattack.

Yang Teng recognized Yin Xiang's caution. He watched Yin Xiang's battles, and he understood Yin Xiang's style.

Yin Xiang is definitely not suitable for a mad attack, a move that kills his opponent.

This is determined based on his own characteristics, and Yin Xiang's most suitable method is to fight steadily.

In the last fight, Yin Xiang was stimulated by Yang Teng, and he came to kill his opponent with one sword at a time. This time he immediately returned to his normal way.

Yang Teng took the sword, light and sword shadow in the arena very seriously, and was firmly imprinted in the sea of ​​knowledge about the changes in Yin Xiang's body and the way of shooting each time.

He has a strong hunch that there will be a battle between himself and Yin Xiang.

Learn more about Yin Xiang's various habits, this will be a breakthrough in the future.

Comparing these, Yang Teng Zhihai gradually gained a deeper understanding of Yin Xiang’s sword technique, and he even had a very strange idea. He could predict Yin Xiang when he only used Yin Xiang’s sword. How to make the next cut.

Sure enough, Yin Xiang's next knife was performed exactly according to Yang Teng's guess, and it was not bad!

After predicting the way and angle of Yin Xiang's shots several times, Yang Teng judged it accurately.

A smile appeared on Yang Teng's face, "Yin Xiang, you are dead! Meeting me is your death date."

Seeing this, Yang Teng knew that Yin Xiang would definitely win this game on the court. The opponent had been forced to attack by his long knife and fell into a full defense.

Yin Xiang looked at the timing and shouted, "It's over!"

The long sword split the heavy epee curtain, slashing the opponent's arm holding the sword, and the long sword fell to the ground with a sound.

Yin Xiang raised his arm and put a long knife on his opponent's neck, "Are you conceiving?"

The opponent was startled slightly, and then bowed and saluted Yin Xiang, "Thank you Wu, today your subordinates let me be merciful, and Wu will be repaid in the future."

After the failure, he did not die in the arena. The monk was very surprised and was extremely grateful to Yin Xiang.

Yin Xiang smiled slightly, put away the long knife, and walked out of the arena.

"Quick knife boy, don't let me down." Yin Xiang pulled a chair and sat beside Yang Teng.

Yang Teng snorted coldly, "Yin Xiang, you can win five games, what can I not win."

The fighting skills in the arena are still continuing, and the next is the individual fighting skills of the marrow period group.

Yang Teng is also very concerned about fighting skills at this level. For a long time in the future, his main opponents will be monks of this level, so he must pay special attention.

Now, he no longer regards the cultivator of the Yijin stage as an opponent, and his eyes are on the marrow-cutting stage above the Yijin stage.

After the first round of individual fighting skills, it is a group fighting technique, and then individual fighting skills.

Yang Teng and Jiang Liang's fighting skills were in the final round.

From the second round of group fighting, Yang Teng adjusted his state a little bit.

When the third round of personal fighting skills began, Yang Teng's state had been adjusted to the top.

He raised his head and glanced at Jiang Liang.

At this moment, Jiang Liang also happened to look up at him.

The long knife in Yang Teng's hand gleamed, and he walked out of the waiting area into the passageway, ready to welcome his third battle.