Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 473 Gambling

Seeing the dedicated Master Tao, Master Ye couldn't help but sneered, with a little disdain on his old face. He flicked it with his fingers, and the originally gorgeous flame became more powerful at this moment. The heat wave spread layer by layer, and the entire high platform became like a furnace.

Although everyone felt the heat was unbearable, they were still intoxicated by Master Ye's superb alchemy skills and couldn't extricate themselves.

"This is the twentieth Yin-Yang Jade Hand on the Hundred Dharma List!"

"Master Ye is worthy of being an old Jianghu, even most fifth-rank alchemists can't do this move?"

"but……"

"Isn't it a bit grandstanding to use such a sophisticated technique just to refine a first-grade elixir?" At this moment, a faint voice rang out, and a young man sitting not far away suddenly burst out laughing.

The person who spoke was Yang Chen.

Hearing these untimely words, everyone couldn't help turning their heads to look, with contempt in their eyes. Immediately someone sneered: "Boy, Master Ye is a long-established alchemist and has a high prestige in our Endless Island. Do you think there is something wrong with his alchemy?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help shaking their heads.

How dare a young man in his twenties dare to question the elders in the alchemy world?

It's ridiculous!

Yang Chen's face was as usual, and he said calmly: "The so-called alchemy should be pursued meticulously and seriously, rather than sensationalizing like this. What the first-grade elixir is pursuing is the basic skills of an alchemist, and most of the energy should be put on it. Concise, not used to show this fancy technique.”

"Nonsense!"

The man sneered and said, "Boy, how old are you this year? How many years have you been refining alchemy? How many years has Master Ye been refining alchemy? Is it possible that you still need you to teach the master how to make alchemy?"

"Students have no seniority, what does this have to do with age?" Yang Chen glanced at him lightly.

No more talking.

Seeing this scene, those few people all snorted coldly, but also didn't make another sound. But they didn't believe Yang Chen's nonsense. After all, Master Ye was a respected senior, how could he lose to a 30-year-old young man?

"Since you are so swearing, how about we make a bet?" At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, and a middle-aged man around forty years old smiled softly.

Yang Chen opened his eyes upon hearing this.

A little curiosity flashed in his eyes.

"Gambling? What kind of gambling?"

"It's very simple!" The man chuckled and said, "If Master Ye loses, I'll give you a hundred Yuan Pills. If Master Tao loses, you give me a hundred Yuan Pills, how about it?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help laughing.

One hundred yuan pills is not a particularly expensive figure for an alchemist.

It can be seen that this person is only here to add some fun, not really to cheat Yang Chen.

The people next to him also showed interest in their eyes.

Simply watching the game is indeed a bit boring.

"Okay!" Hearing this, Yang Chen nodded and said, "Since you want to bet, then I will bet with you, but I also have one condition."

"Say it!" The man nodded, not caring.

In his opinion, Master Tao is doomed!

So no matter what request Yang Chen made, it didn't matter.

"It's boring to gamble alone." Yang Chen was silent for a moment, looked at the people beside him, and said, "Since we want to gamble, how about we all gamble together?"

Bet together?

Hearing this, everyone was slightly taken aback.

"Bet together? What do you mean?" The man frowned.

"It's very simple." Yang Chen said with a faint smile: "There are fifteen of you in total. That is to say, if Master Ye loses, each of you will give me one hundred Yuan Dan. One hundred yuan pills for me!"

hiss--

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help taking a breath.

He looked at Yang Chen in disbelief.

That gaze was like looking at an idiot.

Each person giving him a hundred yuan pills and him giving everyone a hundred yuan pills, although both are 1,500 yuan pills, but the meanings of the two are completely different! Each of the former only needs to produce one hundred Yuan Pills, which is not a big number for an alchemist, but the latter...Yang Chen has to pay 1,500 Yuan Pills alone!

This number, even for their alchemists, is a bit painful.

"Boy, don't you have a fever?" The man frowned and said displeasedly, "Do you think I'm joking with you? Or are you making fun of us?"

The people around were also a little angry.

It felt like Yang Chen was joking.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Master Tao's winning rate is not high, and Yang Chen has already lost money by agreeing to gamble with them. And now the other party wants to bet with all of them? That is undoubtedly close to brain damage.

Yang Chen's face remained normal, and he took out a scroll from his pocket.

"This martial arts scroll is worth 1,500 yuan pills?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help looking over.

The middle-aged man picked up Yang Chen's scroll, and after carefully sensing it, there was an inconceivable look in his eyes: "Is this a spirit-level martial skill?"

Spirit level martial skill?

Yang Chen sneered.

What is stored in this scroll is a three-color lotus, how can it be comparable to a spiritual level martial skill?

After the man and everyone looked at each other, there was greed in his eyes. Not to mention that the price of the martial arts scroll itself is extremely expensive, not to mention that there are martial arts stored in it at this moment? That value is even higher!

It seems that this young man really has a brain problem...

"Okay, since you want to bet, then we will bet with you." The man smiled slightly, took out a hundred yuan pills from his pocket, and put them on the table.

Seeing this, the people around took out a hundred Yuan Dan from their pockets and put them on the table.

Anyway, a hundred yuan pills are harmless to them, but if they win, they can get a scroll of martial arts, so why not do such a cost-effective deal?

"However, I have explained in advance that you cannot go back on your word. If Master Tao loses, we will own the scroll of martial arts! If you can't afford to lose, then I advise you to take it back." The man said in a serious tone. .

"Don't worry, a gentleman's words are hard to follow. Since I said it, I won't go back on my word." Yang Chen smiled lightly.

After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes.

It seems that the ticket is in hand.

...

"boom"!

At this moment, only a dull impact sound was heard.

Master Ye suddenly raised his hand and slapped the cauldron.

Immediately, the brilliance of the elixir shot out from the cauldron, and fell steadily into Master Ye's hands, turning into a mellow elixir.