Wear the villain quickly, I’ll grab this queen

Shao Wu's tone was full of heroism, and he really had the spirit of a warrior!

It's a pity that he became an accomplice of the Sanhe Gang.

At the same time, it also exposed the relationship between the Qianling Sect and the Sanhe Gang. It seemed that he, Shao Wu, was the boss of the arena, and he actually increased the bonus without authorization.

Liao Sheng, the housekeeper in the private room, suddenly panicked.

"Boss, what’s wrong with this Shao Wu?……"

Pang Zheyu waved his hand slightly.

In fact, he was also unhappy, but he didn't show it.

Asked Liao Sheng:"How much is the prize pool?"

Liao Sheng's eyebrows suddenly lit up with joy:"One hundred thousand taels! It's the first time it's so high!"

Pang Zheyu still showed no anger, closed his eyes, and pondered for a moment, When I opened my eyes, there was a slight smile on the corner of my mouth.

"Isn’t this the end? It doesn't matter if Shao Wu wins or loses. If he really loses, after deducting the bonus of 15,000 taels and the 30,000 taels of betting compensation, we will still have 55,000 taels of silver left. Besides, if you look at this situation, will Shao Wu lose?"

Liao Sheng breathed a long sigh of relief, put the heart hanging in his throat back into his stomach for a while, and said hesitantly:"I shouldn't.！"

"It’s not that it should be, it’s absolutely! There's no way that kid can win this bet!"

After Pang Zheyu said that, he directly picked up the teacup and drank tea with confidence.

Miao Zhuman heard that the bonus was increased to fifteen thousand taels. The one thousand five hundred taels that he had won fifteen consecutive games before could be ignored. Suddenly I want money rather than my life!

"So... then... I have only one bet with you!"

Miao Zhuman said reluctantly, but also with great disdain.

A life-and-death duel, he said in an understatement, like a child running a house.

The spectators in the audience immediately cheered.

But they all stepped back ten feet. Outside.

Anyone who knows anything knows that the Qianling sect’s Buddha-Hand Prayer requires twenty years of practice. This Shao Wu is in his thirties, and he probably started practicing hard when he was a few years old.

Looking at him, he is six feet tall, with big shoulders and a round waist. Like a black pagoda.

That palm like a cattail leaf fan, with just one palm, will knock out the leaf-like seedlings and bamboos two miles away.

In order to avoid being injured by the palm of the Buddha's worshiping hand, everyone He stepped back a foot away from where he was.

"kill him! kill him! kill him!"

Tens of thousands of gamblers in the world cheered and cheered. Most of them were cheering for Miao Zhuman, but they seemed a little helpless!

Gamblers only have money in their eyes, and it has nothing to do with who they kill. Of course, in their hearts, they The one who bought must win.

But now it’s too late to regret.

Based on the analysis of the current situation, those gamblers who bought Miao Zhuman to win can only scream desperately, as if they are trying to save themselves before they die.

Shao Wu , it is indeed in the arena to control the situation. Unless it is absolutely necessary, Pang Zheyu will not use this great god easily.

But today is really evil. Miao Zhuman has won fifteen games in a row. If he really becomes the winner, this There is not much profit in the arena for every game.

The 45,000 taels of silver paid out are enough to cover the expenses of the Sanhe Gang Weicheng County for five years.

According to the agreement between Shao Wu and the arena, after each game, he You can get a 1% bonus.

In the past few years, the prize pool for each competition has generally been around 20,000 to 30,000 taels of silver. After deducting the players' fees and gamblers' compensation, the arena has also made tens of thousands. For two taels of silver, Shao Wu could make dozens or hundreds of taels of silver just by sitting down.

Every ten days, Shao Wu had been in the arena for three years and was already a small rich man!

Unexpectedly, a man suddenly appeared today who did not need to participate in the round. Miao Zhuman, who had won fifteen games in a row and entered the finals, had unprecedentedly pushed the prize pool to a peak of one hundred thousand taels of silver.

If he wins this game, and with the fortunes and lives of countless gamblers, the arena will be worth seven or eight. From the income of ten thousand taels of silver, Shao Wu can get seven to eight hundred taels of silver.

After three years of reaping the benefits, it is time for Shao Wu to contribute to the arena.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Miao Zhuman is ready to fight Shao Wu, there is only one way to die.

Those who bought Miao Zhuman to win suddenly found a ray of comfort in their depression. They lost all their money and still had a life.

But Miao Zhuman could only leave the arena sideways.

Only Wei Zhimo twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a sly smile.

He had been watching the battle in the audience for a long time, and he had already seen the clues on the stage. He stood up and left for a while, and when he came back, he was waiting to watch the battle with a smile..

Although Miao Zhuman is thin, his advantage lies precisely in his thin figure.

His figure is invisible and erratic, with a pair of claws and a pair of feet, elusive and superb, using feminine kung fu. The fifteen warriors who fought with Miao Zhuman are not the same. They must all be idiots, and naturally there are some masters, but no one can take the ten moves.

This Shao Wu, the Buddha's Hands, is certainly powerful, but he uses hard skills and cannot be subtle and feminine.

Moreover, he and the disciples of the Sanhe Gang In the same way, relying on the fact that this is one's own territory, not knowing the truth of the universe, he made the fatal mistake of underestimating the enemy!

So what if he is powerful enough to defeat the enemy? The key is that he may not be able to get Miao Zhuman's side.

As long as Miao Zhuman is Man knows how to overcome strength with softness. If he can't fight for fifty rounds, Shao Wu will lose.

Just now, Miao Zhuman was playing hard to get and deliberately set a trap to stimulate the arena and let him continue to fight in the ring and increase the prize to fifteen thousand taels.

This kid , not only his kung fu is weird, but his mind is also weird!

Pang Zheyu, who was sitting in the lounge on the second floor, twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled mysteriously.

He had already laid out the game for this bet.

No matter whether Miao Zhuman lost or won, The result is only one word: death!

If you lose, you will die spectacularly on the stage.

If you win, you may die in a corner of Aicheng County.

There are three hundred disciples of the Sanhe Gang in Weicheng County, and naturally none of them can be Miao Zhuman's opponent in a duel.

But underhanded tactics, such as poisoning, hidden weapons, etc., for more than ten years, no winner has been able to escape from Weicheng CountyRetire after adulthood!

……

The fight begins next.

Shao Wu's kung fu is indeed extraordinary, but he is too down-to-earth. Every move and every move is a hard kung fu. The strength of his palms forced the spectators in the audience to step back another two feet.

Miao Zhuman was very self-aware, so naturally she didn't want to worship the Buddha's hand forcefully.

The Kirigakure Gate God's ability to appear and appear is not in vain. He not only uses softness to overcome strength, but also uses virtuality to overcome strength.

When Shao Wuzha struck with a solid palm, Miao Zhuman slid past like smoke, her clothes fluttering in the whistling wind of the palm, but her body was not injured at all.

A ghostly figure jumped over Shao Wu's head, teasing the tips of Shao Wu's hair like a dragonfly.

The gamblers were all dazzled, and all of them were on tenterhooks.

One is that he is worried that his money will be wasted, and the other is that his eyes and heart are tightened by the wonderful showdown on the stage.

The duel between a burly man and a dainty boy in white is a great attraction in itself.

You come and go, thirty rounds passed in the blink of an eye, but Shao Wu didn't take any advantage, and he started to feel anxious.

Pang Zheyu, who was in the private room on the second floor, began to look gloomy.

If Shao Wu loses, tens of thousands of taels of silver will be wasted. It will be a trivial matter. The key is that many people know that Shao Wu is the owner of the arena and represents the Sanhe Gang in the arena.

This face is a big deal.

He couldn't help but stand up and lean on the railing to keep an eye on the ring, hoping that Shao Wu would kill Miao Zhuman with one palm.

When Pang Zheyu stopped, Shao Wu felt the pressure of Mount Tai.

With both arms in a semicircle, the two palms merge into one. The true energy is condensed in the palms. Raise it above the head. With a vertical movement, the strength of the whole body is poured into the palms. Then, as if it is splitting mountains and seas, it will kill Miao Zhuman..

Miao Zhuman looked at Shao Wu who was sweeping towards him like a giant dragon, but he was not impatient or impatient.

When the opponent was only three feet away from him, he pointed his toes and floated over Shao Wu's head like a goose feather, standing firmly behind Shao Wu.

Shao Wu hurriedly stopped his body, and after standing still... he suddenly felt his scalp getting cold.

When he touched his head, it turned out that his bun was messed up and he was standing in the middle of the ring with his hair disheveled, looking very embarrassed.

His face spasmed violently, his legs trembled slightly, and he suddenly fell to his knees on the ring.

With trembling lips, he murmured:"I lost!"

The opponent surrendered, and the winning side could no longer use force.

Miao Zhuman's fingers bloomed like orchids, and with a"dang" sound, she threw an object in front of Shao Wu.

That is Shao Wu's hairpin.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Miao Zhuman can take off Shao Wu's hairpin, and naturally he can take off Shao Wu's head.

With the victory or defeat decided, Miao Zhuman easily won the Bihur Championship. He clasped his fists proudly and circled around the ring to thank the roaring crowd!

Then he walked to the edge of the ring, faced the large plate of white silver, raised a corner of the plate with one hand, walked off the stage, and handed the plate with a mountain of silver to the old beggar who brought him to the arena.

"I said, you don’t have to be beggars anymore!"

The old beggar's jaw suddenly dropped and he was too scared to pick it up.

The little beggar next to him seemed to be crazy. He hurried forward and took the plate with both hands.

One thousand five hundred taels of silver was quite heavy.

The little beggar's legs were trembling. , using all his strength to feed himself, he trudged out holding the plate.

The old beggar woke up and hurried forward. The two of them carried a large plate of white silver. In the astonished eyes of the onlookers, they looked like two The waddling duck walked out of the arena.

After a few more steps, the old man and the young man walked out of the life of beggars and rushed to the life of rich men.

The boy in white smiled sweetly, turned around and went backstage to collect his fifteen thousand taels of bonus!

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