"Sure, indeed!" Seeing this scene, Ji Wuming seemed to have a reassurance, and became more and more determined in his confidence, flashing with excitement, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, you are gambled! I am going to be gambled!"

"What? You still bet!" Long Haotian was a little unhappy and frowned and said, "My boss doesn't have so much time to play with you!"

Ye Qinghong also curled her lips and said, "Can't you afford to lose? Brother Mo Bei, let's ignore him, let's go!"

Mo Bei nodded and said to Ye Qinghong: "Okay, don't bet."

"Hmph!" Ji Wuming thought Mo Bei was afraid. At this moment, he realized Mo Bei's timidity, so how could he give up?

"I can win if I'm just a little short of it, and I can win if I'm just a little short of it!" This thought hovered in Ji Wuming's mind.

"It's okay if you don't gamble! If you win, you want to leave!" Ji Wuming's eyes were red, and his endless murderous aura could not stop pouring out, covering everyone: "Today, no one can think of leaving!"

Fang Luoyou frowned, squinted his eyes, waved his sleeves, and two streams of light, one red and one black, spread out, condensed into a black and red Gemini sword in his palm, and said in a deep voice: "What, we want to leave. Can you keep it?"

Ye Qinghong curled her lips disdainfully, hugged her chest with her hands, and said with a slightly sour tone: "That's right, a true disciple from Riyueling can't afford to lose even thousands of spirit stones. It's really a laughing too much."

"You!" Ji Wuming's eyes turned, revealing a trace of sinister expression. He turned around and stared at Mo Bei, his eyes were so bitter that he said, "Boy, you are afraid, you dare not bet with me, right? Well, as long as you admit that you dare not bet with me, I will let you go!"

Upon hearing this, a burst of anger burst out in Mo Bei's eyes, his face showed anger, and he said in a deep voice: "If you don't dare, hum, just bet! Come on!"

"However, for the sake of security, I want to ask my senior brothers and brothers around me to be witnesses so that both parties will lose and lose money!"

"Hahaha, okay, that's all you're waiting for!" Ji Wuming felt a little happy when he heard this: "This kid has no scheming, otherwise he wouldn't have been so aroused by me. He agreed!"

However, he did not notice that in Mo Bei's eyes, a sneer passed away in the depths of the angry flames, and then returned to normal.

...

"The seventh hand. Ji Wuming, lose!" The five or six witnesses of the inner disciples around him shouted coldly, completely making Ji Wuming, who was lying on the ground, stiff.

"I lost seven games, I lost seven games..."

Ji Wuming's face was pale, and he no longer accepted the arrogant and domineering he had just now. He was cynical and stunned, his face was ashamed, and he was completely stupid.

Looking at Ji Wuming lying in the ruins and ruins, falling to the ground again, Long Haotian's face turned red with excitement, and his neck was full of blue veins, and he sneered without any mercy: "Hahaha. Ji Wuming, you have already lost seven times in a row, so do you still want to bet!"

"I really don't know how to be polite. My boss wants to let you go, but you run to the door to die!"

Ye Qinghong couldn't wait to tilt her jade fingers and muttered: "One three get three get seven, three seven. That's just twenty-one! A spirit stone of 20,000 yuan! Brother Mo Bei!" Ye Qinghong's big and lively eyes were full of small stars: "How many spirit stones!"

Fang Luoyou showed a faint smile on his face, looked at Mo Bei with a deep meaning, and smiled gently: "Mo Bei, I didn't expect you to be the smartest. We accidentally got cheated by you."

"Haha," Mo Bei didn't let out a hearty smile until now, saying, "If I hadn't been like this, I'm afraid that that kid wouldn't have bet easily with me. And he also bet so many times."

"What, what? Brother Mo Bei, Luo You, what are you two talking about? Who cheated who?" Ye Qinghong asked curiously, and Long Haotian also came over to listen. Only the little mouse was clever and wanted to run over, but Long Haotian slapped him away.

Mo Bei smiled and said quietly, Fang Luoyoucai smiled gently, "Didn't you notice that Mo Bei didn't use his full strength every time he bet with Ji Wuming? Every time he bet, he would be better than last time?"

"Ahh, I've discovered this. I thought it's strange, why did Brother Mo Bei show mercy?" Ye Qinghong nodded, frowned slightly, and said curiously.

"Haha," Fang Luoyou smiled gently and said in a low voice: "If a sword will hit him seriously, where can I earn spirit stones?"

"The reason why Mo Bei did not use all his strength is because he left some spare energy for Ji Wuming every time, which made him mistakenly think that Mo Bei was almost the same as his strength, so every time Ji Wuming lost, he would not give up and was extremely unwilling to do so. He wanted to have another bet and win the spirit stone back."

"Little did you know that, but you fell deeper and deeper without realizing it. When you finally woke up, it was too late!" Fang Luoyou lowered his voice and talked freely.

As he said that, he sneered at Ji Wuming and looked at him: "Fortunately this kid is not too stupid, otherwise, he would have to be a slave to Mo Bei for the rest of his life!"

At this time, Ye Qinghong suddenly realized and looked at Mo Bei with admiration: "Brother Mo Bei, you are so awesome! That Ji Wuming was fooled by you!"

Long Haotian also looked awe-inspiringly, solemnly stretched out his thumb, and showed respect to Mo Bei: "Damn it, boss, you are so awesome. I have learned this time. Haha, the one who cheated Ji Wuming, deserves it!"

Long Haotian swept away the previous haze and unhappiness, felt very happy, and he became lively.

Ji Wuming in the ruins only woke up at this time. Mo Bei was deliberately playing tricks on him, but it was too late, a 20,000-yuan spirit stone!

"Apart from the three thousand spirit stones I gave before, there are still eight out of ten thousand spirit stones!"

When Ji Wuming thought of the astronomical figures, he felt dizzy in his mind, his eyes turned black, and he almost fainted!

"Mo Bei, you are cheating!"

Ji Wuming woke up in shock, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his face turned black, his chest was uneven, and his lungs were almost irritated!

He stood up and walked towards Mo Bei with a fierce look, wishing he could kill him!

Long Haotian's steps moved slightly, and he immediately blocked his face, sneered: "What are you trying to do? You want to do it yourself! Come on, I haven't been afraid of anyone yet!"

"Hmph," Ye Qinghong snorted proudly, glanced at her mouth and hit her: "I don't know who it was just now, and I begged and shouted to take the initiative to bet. Now that I lost, I don't admit it. Instead, I blame others. Humph, you have lost all your face in Riyue Ridge. You said, if the Lord of Riyue Ridge knew that you had to go back on your word, how would he deal with you?"

As soon as these words came out, Ji Wuming, who had almost exploded with anger before, was stunned for a moment, and his flushed face turned pale in an instant, as if the eggplant was frosted, and he became disappointed.

The inner disciples who watched the battle and supervised also responded and accused him sarcastically: "Yes, yes, this Ji Wuming is really shameless. It was obviously his coercion and temptation, and he begged and wanted to bet with others, but now he scolded others in reverse?"

"That's right, he's going to lose all his face!"

The disciples of Qinlongling were furious and said, "Hmph, look at what the Sun and Moon Ridge is. The Lord of Sun and Moon Ridge actually accepted such a man as the true disciple. I am afraid that the entire Taixu Sect will laugh out loud!"

Listening to countless sarcastic words around, Ji Wuming's face was so embarrassing that water was about to drip out, staring at Mo Bei with resentment.

Those contemptuous and contemptuous eyes kept shaving on him like a knife.

Ji Wuming was like a thorn on his back, and now he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it. He wanted to leave, but—

I can't afford to lose this person!

If it is an ordinary disciple, forget it, but Ji Wuming is the true disciple of the Sun and Moon Ridge Lord who is highly regarded. If he is owed the debt, he may not be able to raise his head in Taixu Sect in this life.

The face of Riyue Ridge was lost, and even the Lord of Riyue Ridge was furious and might have directly cancelled the title of True Disciple!

Thinking of this possibility, Ji Wuming's heart trembled.

But he didn't have enough spirit stones at all! His whole body is worth only 3,000 spirit stones, such a large spirit stone gap. How can he block it?

Long Haotian walked over with a smile, looked at Ji Wuming with unscrupulous eyes, curled his lips lightly, and sneered: "Ji Wuming, Ji Wuming. Have you thought about how to give it to me for the 18,000-year spirit stone?"

"You..." Ji Wuming said in a panic, but he couldn't speak back for a long time.

"Huh?" Ye Qinghong stood behind Long Haotian and asked for advice: "Xiao Longzi, he seems to have a good sword, so why not just use it to pay off the debt!"

The Yan Yan Xuanyan Golden Xia Sword has been refined by Ji Wuming, but there is still a magical sword around his waist!

Long Haotian walked around Ji Wuming for a while, but did not find any precious objects, which were worth the 18,000 spirit stones.

At this moment, listening to Ye Qinghong's reminder, he looked closely and his eyes fell on the magic sword.

The sword is called Qiushui and Changtian, and it suddenly lit up. It smashed its mouth and nodded, "Yes, the second-level magic sword. It's not bad. It should be worth seven or eight thousand spirit stones."

As he said that, Long Haotian subconsciously patted his sword body, showing a look of satisfaction.

As soon as Ji Wuming heard this, he gasped and his lungs were about to be blown up. He cursed Long Haotian and lions in his heart.

"I am the peak level of the second-level divine sword. The autumn water is the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same! The ordinary second-level divine sword requires more than 10,000 spirit stones in the market. My autumn water is the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same! "

"This kid, I'll cut half of the price with just one mouth!"

Ji Wuming took a few steps back, waved his hand fiercely, shook off Long Haotian's hand that was on the sword, and said angrily: "What are you kidding! This sword will definitely not be given to you!"

At this moment, the old disciples around them suddenly recognized the origin of the sword, whispered in surprise:

"Why is this divine sword so familiar? I can see that it seems to be Luo Xinghen's divine sword?"

A bald middle-aged disciple nodded and responded, "Ah, yes, yes. I also saw that before, my senior brother Luo Xinghen from Changgeling often held this sword and kept his sword away!"

After hearing the three words Luo Xinghen.
Chapter completed!