Villain: Master And Sister, Please

Destroy and destroy.

This is true destruction.

The disciple who was fully prepared never expected that Lin Heng could throw three big moves in a row.

"Holy crap! Are you kidding me? Such a powerful attack doesn't require the blessing of a lot of real energy? If I were to do it, I probably wouldn't be able to withstand these three attacks."

"Brother Gao, it's not that I'm afraid, it's that I simply can't bear it. Didn't you find that these three water dragons are very different? Although their shapes are the same, they give people different feelings."

"This...then what kind of skill is this?"

"I don't know, but I know that Mr. Zong has a deep grasp of this technique." Guan Xingyang was suddenly stunned for a moment, turned around and said with surprise: "We won the bet!"

"Odds of 1 to 3! We won both the team bet and the individual bet!"

Gao Meng scratched his head. He had no idea about odds, "Then how many spiritual stones can we get?"

"Let's say at least one thousand and five, maybe there will be two thousand spiritual stones!"

"two thousand?"

After Lin Heng came back, the three of them immediately went to the place where the bets were placed. At this time, the disciple in charge and the handyman disciples around him all looked like they were choking.

Some even slapped their thighs with regret!

Originally, some of them wanted to bet on Lin Heng's side, but a large group of people said that Team Nine would definitely win.

Even the third elder took care of the ninth team.

Now only those few disciples who tried their luck have achieved great success.

"Master Zong is really my biological father, so I tried water pressure to press 50 spirit stones, and now I have received 140. I have spent enough spirit stones this month!"

"Yes! If I had known, I would have bet a little more. Mr. Zong and the others bet 500, maybe more than 2,000, right?"

...

Everyone could only show envy as they watched Lin Heng and others take away the spirit stones.

"It's almost as I predicted. After excluding the harvest, there will be a total of 1,475 spirit stones. Then let's share it equally?"

Guan Xingyang looked at Lin Heng and asked.

Although Lin Heng did not contribute the money, he proposed and arranged the plan, otherwise the two of them would not have the guts to do this.

"If you want to make more, you can separate it first, keep it together as principal, and continue to bet. If you want to stop it, you can. After all, accepting it when it is good is the basic principle of seeking wealth."

Lin Heng threw the question back to them.

He is not a god and cannot guarantee that he will make money in the future.

"I'm greedy, I listen to Mr. Zong, continue!"

"Then keep betting!"

The two expressed their opinions one after another.

Lin Heng nodded, then sat aside and began to adjust his breath and luck.

Now he must stop and replenish his true energy.

According to the realm calculation, the most suitable skill level for monks in the foundation building stage is level 5!

In addition to the integrity of the quality of the skills, the real energy consumption caused by performing them also increases step by step.

Now that his spiritual theory development work has slowed down a lot, the man in the mirror's attempt to condense the fourth imperial dragon's energy has not had any response so far.

This means that the reason for condensing three dragon qi is because his luck is only enough to condense three rays...

【......】

Guan Xingyang and others did not disturb Lin Heng's rest.

It wasn't until the competition between the remaining teams ended and the draw for the third round of competition officially began that Lin Heng opened his eyes.

A total of 6 teams were eliminated in the first two rounds, leaving 9 teams remaining.

In other words, there will be a team with an empty draw and no opponents!

Although this will not lead to elimination, there are also no points to gain.

Belonging is a mixed blessing.

Fortunately, Lin Heng and the other three did not receive an empty draw.

"What's the result of the calculation?"

"Well... they still sent the weakest team in the first battle, but they have two early-stage foundation building players. I think they will win without counting!"

"Brother Lin can win in any fight. As long as one of us fights to the early stage of foundation building, won't we definitely get a point?"

Lin Heng touched his chin and thought secretly. He glanced in the direction of the high platform where the elders were and found that the third elder had run to the place where the bets were placed.

"Let me sacrifice this time. I'll fight the first one, and you can win the remaining two."

"ah?"

"Master Zong, are you kidding me? Your opponent is the weakest in the first battle, how can you lose?"

"It's too easy to lose. Just put on a little show. Now it's a question of betting. Next time, brother, please be smarter. You still bet on us to win, but you can only bet 500 spirit stones.

Then he still placed the single bet on me, pretending to bet on me to win, but 'accidentally' moved it to the loser! "

Guan Xingyang's eyes widened, could he still play such a coquettish trick?

"Isn't this...isn't this a lie?"

"Don't worry, it must be the third elder and the others who are being tricked. Do you understand what I mean?"

Guan Xingyang nodded as if he understood, "Then I'll bet on it at the last minute."

"Um."

According to the plan, Guan Xingyang waited until all the draws were completed.

Then he went to the place where the bets were placed. At this time, the third elder was still whispering to his disciples. When he saw Guan Xingyang coming, he couldn't help but smile and asked, "What? Are you betting on yourselves to win again?"

"That's right, what else? Master Zong is really awesome, and I can only win because of him!"

After saying this, he placed another five hundred spirit stones in the place of their names.

Seeing this scene, the other disciples also followed suit.

The third elder nodded with a smile on his face, but his expression was gentle, but in fact, he was brewing a small move in his heart.

"Attention everyone, close the deal immediately!"

"Stop the changes now!"

Just before the host disciple finished shouting the last sentence, Guan Xingyang was in a hurry and failed to stand still, and actually misplaced a bag of spirit stones into the single bet losing area.

"Hey! Take your hands away quickly, no more changes are allowed now!"

"My hands were slippery and I accidentally made a mistake. You all saw it. How could I possibly guess that Brother Lin lost?"

"Stop talking nonsense, it's your own fault if you make a mistake!"

The third elder raised an eyebrow at him and almost couldn't help laughing. This idiot could make a mistake at the last moment!

Now it's better, all the spiritual stones I got earlier will be spit out.

"Ahem! You can't change the rules, just think of it as a memory!"

The third elder waved his hand and sealed the entire square table with true energy, so that no one could get close to it.

Guan Xingyang's expression condensed into a lump, and he gritted his teeth as if he wanted to slap himself to death, which also attracted ridicule from the people around him.

"I don't know whether he is really stupid or fake, but he gave away the spirit stone for nothing before he could warm it up! If I were his teammate, I would definitely want to strangle him to death!"

"Don't you think there's a problem? It doesn't matter even if he bets wrong. After all, the strong have the right to decide whether to win or lose. What if Mr. Zong loses on purpose."

As soon as these words came out, many people were shocked!

If no one takes the single bet and the guess is correct, the dealer will need to pay the remaining gap multiples.

In other words, Lin Hengshu, the third elder and the others would have to pay five times the principal.

"Damn it! It shouldn't be possible. If Mr. Zong dares to do this, the third elder will have to skin him!"