"What? Are you so sure that the little fat guy can't beat King Zhou?"

Mr. Zhang exclaimed.

"Haha, this is obvious. I don't know why so many people are so smart."

Ye Tian smiled.

"But if King Zhou wins, won't the people in the tavern also have to lose money?"

Mr. Zhang said unwillingly.

"There are so many guests in this tavern. Most of them should be people from this town. They are not afraid of losing money at all. As the saying goes, if you take a long-term view to catch big fish, winning or losing in the first competition is not very important to them.

.Besides, the people in the tavern are not stupid, they already knew that the fat man would lose."

Ye Tian lowered his voice and said.

Mr. Zhang was speechless and didn't know what to say. He was hoping that Ye Tian's words were wrong.

The drinkers cheered and participated in betting while drinking. Regardless of winning or losing, it was a very relaxed and comfortable life.

King Zhou looked calm. Even after waiting for a while, there was no trace of irritation on his face. On the contrary, when the competition was about to begin, the little fat man was nervous and sweating profusely.

"Shui Tong, King Zhou, you can discuss what level of cultivation level you should use to fight."

The middle-aged man in blue robe said.

"Early stage cultivation of the Martial Saint."

Bucket said hurriedly.

A strange smile appeared on King Zhou's face. He didn't expect that the other party's proposal was for the early stage of the Martial Saint. This was too unexpected.

"King Zhou, if your cultivation has not reached the early stage of the Martial Saint, you can raise an objection and conduct a matching battle based on the cultivation you both possess."

The middle-aged man in blue robe smiled.

"No need, just fight according to the cultivation level of the early martial saint!"

King Zhou said.

Both Young Master Wang and Wang Tianyi placed bets on the little fat man, but neither of them placed much bets.

Ye Tian knew full well that these two guys made bets just to confuse outsiders. In fact, they had already placed heavy bets on King Zhou through their subordinates.

"Ye Tian, ​​the war has finally begun, won't you watch it?"

Mr. Zhang asked excitedly.

"The outcome has been decided, so there is nothing to watch. I hope this boring competition will end soon."

Ye Tian said calmly.

"I still don't believe it. You can't be right every time! You always make mistakes. Hey! That little fat guy actually has the talent of three yuan power. It seems really good!"

Mr. Zhang said.

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Ye Tian's mouth, then he put down the wine glass, closed his eyes and started practicing.

"King Zhou, I will definitely defeat you today."

The little fat man shouted sternly, holding a long sword and pointing it at King Zhou.

King Zhou used his dual power and looked at the little fat man calmly, "Victory or defeat is not determined by words. If you have the ability, then defeat me. Otherwise, prepare to be defeated!"

"Hmph! You're just talented in dual energy, but you dare to be arrogant in front of me. I've seen many people like you."

The little fat man's voice was fierce.

"Tianyi, if this bucket wins, I will kill him."

Second Young Master Wang said.

"Second uncle, it's hard to tell. I didn't expect that the opponent only has the talent of dual power. Bucket's combat power should be very weak. Even if he has the talent of three yuan power, his swordsmanship is terrible, and his speed is even faster than those of the same level.

The cultivator is much slower, I don’t think there is any need for instructions, and it is impossible for him to win the matching battle.”

Wang Tianyi lowered his voice and replied.

"If that's the case, then I'll be relieved."

Second Young Master Wang smiled mysteriously.

"Go to hell!"

The little fat man roared angrily and struck King Zhou directly with his long sword.

King Zhou calmly waved his sword to resist.

"Okay! Great."

Mr. Zhang shouted excitedly.

The little fat man knocked back King Zhou with one strike of his sword. King Zhou took three steps back before he could barely stand still.

"Hey! Is this little guy so weak?"

Second Young Master Wang muttered.

"Unlucky, I met a loser."

Wang Tianyi smiled bitterly.

The thin young man was unhurried and did not watch the battle on the stage. Instead, he looked at the drinkers around him.

Ye Tian glanced at the thin young man and couldn't help but smile. This young man was not worried that King Zhou would lose at all. Such a performance was too obvious.

King Zhou retreated continuously on the ring, all the way to the edge. If he hadn't escaped quickly, he might have been cut off by the little fat man.

Some are happy and some are sad!

Mr. Zhang's face was red, thinking that the little fat man had the advantage and would win soon. He drank and celebrated excitedly. When he saw that Ye Tian was still sitting with his back, Mr. Zhang was speechless. Ye Tian made such a heavy bet, why?

Why don't you care at all about the fight between the two? This is quite unreasonable.

Can King Zhou really win? His Yuanli talent is not good, his sword skills are mediocre, and his speed has no advantage, so how can he win against that little fat man!

Mr. Zhang thought for a while, but still didn't believe that King Zhou could win.

When Mr. Zhang saw Mr. Wang's sad face, he couldn't help but feel happy. He must have sent someone to buy King Zhou with a lot of money, so he was depressed at this time.

"King Zhou, you are a waste of my primeval stone. If you lose, I will have to kill you."

"King Zhou, stop hiding, fight with him, and knock the little fat man off the ring."

"King Zhou, you kid, hurry up and fight back! The little fat guy is so slow, hurry up and attack!"

...

Many people roared impatiently, and there were also many people who supported the little fat man. One side was depressed, the other side was proud. There were also many people watching the fun for free. It was very lively outside the tavern.

"Ye Tian, ​​the little fat guy is going to win."

Mr. Zhang shouted excitedly.

Ye Tian rolled his eyes at Mr. Zhang. He really didn't understand how he got to the level of cultivation he had now, but he didn't have any eyesight at all.

"Get off the ring!"

The little fat man roared angrily, flying up and kicking King Zhou.

Amidst the roars of the crowd, King Zhou's speed suddenly increased, and he even dodged the little fat man's attack.

The little fat man had already reached the edge of the ring when he landed. Before he could bid, he found a flash of sword light in front of him. He instinctively stepped back, and ended up with one foot dangling in the air and almost falling off the ring.

King Zhou took the opportunity to attack fiercely, and the sword energy flowed like an endless stream. The little fat man hung on the edge of the ring with one foot. Under King Zhou's fierce attack, he could not stand firmly, let alone fight back.

"No way!"

Mr. Zhang roared depressedly.

There was only a roar, and the little fat man's body fell heavily to the ground. He got up from the ground in embarrassment, but he was no longer qualified to fight again.

"What a loss, I have suffered a big loss!"

Mr. Zhang was about to cry, but he didn't expect that the little fat man would be knocked off the ring despite having the advantage.

"The competition is over, I announce the result, King Zhou wins!"

The middle-aged man in blue robe announced loudly.

King Zhou was about to leave the ring, but was blocked by someone, "You can't leave yet."

"Why?"

King Zhou asked.

"Because someone will challenge you."

The man in black sneered.

King Zhou was depressed: "Why should I accept the challenge if someone challenges me?"

"If you win, the tavern will give you lots of prizes."
To be continued...