Chapter 26 Only Lu Xueqi believed in him
......
The night passed quickly.
The next morning, Zhang Yuan and Lu Xueqi arrived at Tongtian Peak and returned to their base. After being lectured by Master Shuiyue, the second round of competition began.
Zhang Yuan was not so lucky this time.
The opponent he drew was a little-known disciple of Longshou Peak, his name was Quan Ye, and he didn't know anything about his cultivation or weapons.
Lu Xueqi walked to Zhang Yuan and comforted: "Junior brother, don't be brave. As long as you feel something is wrong, just admit defeat. The other disciples will not embarrass you."
"Thank you! I understand."
Zhang Yuan nodded, feeling warm in his heart. In the entire Qingyun Sect, I am afraid that Lu Xueqi is the only one who cares about her!
"My competition is behind you. I'll go with you and take a look at your competition." Lu Xueqi said seriously.
"Okay."
Zhang Yuan nodded, and then slowly walked towards the ring with the word "shock" amidst the whispers of everyone. His cloudy eyes had no focus and could not see anything clearly, but the itching The feeling is more obvious, and the time interval is shorter.
“Isn’t this the blind man from Zhang Yuan? Does he really dare to come and participate in the competition?”
“I’ll go.”
“I don’t know who it is. The lucky player actually got the loser Zhang Yuan, which is no different from being directly promoted.”
Listening to the whispers in his ears, although Zhang Yuan's expression remained normal, he still felt that something was missing in his hands.
Hmm!
Thought of it.
Missing crutches.
I am a blind man. I can’t see the road clearly. Why don’t I even have a cane in my hand? Really very unprofessional. If you hold a cane in your hand and go to the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, you will definitely feel full of bad taste.
Just in time...he cut off Zhang Xiaofan's soul-eating stick.
It is very good to use the soul-eating stick as a crutch.
However.
After Zhang Yuan thought about it, he thought about the danger of bringing a fire stick to the Seven Meridians Competition, and he immediately put the thought away. After all, the soul-eating stick is a demonic thing, and the risk of bringing about the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition is too high.
Zhang Yuan continued to walk forward, and when he passed by the Dazhu Peak Station, his footsteps suddenly stopped. Du Bishu from Dazhu Peak set up a stall in front and opened a gambling game. There was also a banner hanging next to it, [Blind Zhang Yuan of Xiaozhu Peak versus Quan Ye of Longshou Peak, who will win? Don't miss it if you pass by, come and place a bet, you can make a fortune by placing a bet. 】
On the left is Zhang Yuan's victory.
On the right is the victory of Otsuquanye.
No one from Zhang Yuan bet, while Quan Ye was betting full of chips. no way! Zhang Yuan's reputation as a blind man and a waste was so loud that no one believed that Zhang Yuan could win, not even one person.
You also opened a gambling game for me?
Interesting!
Looks like I have to make a good buck.
Zhang Yuan murmured at the corner of his mouth.
At this time, several other disciples from other peaks came over. Their voices were as loud as thunder. They walked to the betting booth and directly bet on Quan Ye without thinking.
"Senior brothers, aren't you going to consider betting on Zhang Yuan? The odds are very high!" Du Bishu accompanied the smiling face. His magic weapon is gambling dice. He is good at gambling in his life, so Tian Buyi will give it to him. He took the name Du Bishu.
"Senior Brother Bishu, it's meaningless for you to say that. As we all know, Zhang Yuan is a waste. In the second round, we are bound to lose, and you still let me bet on Zhang Yuan? Don't you want me to lose? ”
"Yes!"
"No one will bet on Zhang Yuan now. After all, no one's money comes from the strong wind. It is obviously a losing game, no matter how high the odds are, it is of no use."< br>
"Don't fool me. Even if you say it's useless today, I just want to keep Quan Ye."
"..." After hearing what they said, Du Bishu's face showed a smile. Bitter, am I really a "must lose"? If everyone bets on Quan Ye and no one bets on Zhang Yuan, I am afraid that I, the banker, will still lose money.
When Lu Xueqi saw this scene, her heart ached.
Zhang Yuan is my junior brother!
How come no one is guarding my junior brother?
Lu Xueqi gritted her teeth, immediately took out her pocket, took out a piece of gold as big as a fist, and placed it on Zhang Yuan's position.
“I buy Zhang Yuan to win.”
I'm going!
When Du Bishu heard this, his eyes lit up instantly.
The taken advantage of is finally here.
But out of caution, he confirmed with Lu Xueqi again:
“Are you sure you want to buy Zhang Yuan to win?”
"I'm sure." Lu Xueqi didn't hesitate. Regardless of whether Zhang Yuan can win or not, she wants to buy Zhang Yuan's victory. Because he is Zhang Yuan, his favorite junior brother.
"Okay. Now the odds have increased to 100 to 1. But there is one thing, you can't go back on your bet." Du Bishu said and put away the gold that Lu Xueqi put on the table. She was afraid that Lu Xueqi would regret it.
“No regrets.” Lu Xueqi nodded.
Zhang Yuan looked at this scene and wanted to laugh in his heart. Senior Sister Lu Xueqi is really cute. She knew that my winning rate was not high, but she still insisted on betting on me. This feeling is so precious.
“I also buy Zhang Yuan to win.”
Zhang Yuan walked to Du Bishu's gambling stall and smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"You also bet on Zhang Yuan to win?"
"Great."
"I wonder what your bet is?" Du Bishu was excited when he heard this Come to think of it, who said I was born to "lose"? With these two villains, I will definitely be able to make a lot of money.
“I’ll bet on this fairy sword.”
With that said, Zhang Yuan immediately took out the dragon-slaying sword and placed it on the gambling table.
“Immortal sword?”
Du Bishu raised his head and looked, and when he saw the person coming, his pupils suddenly shrank. He just took the opportunity to open a gambling bureau and prepared to make a big fortune. Unexpectedly, the real owner came over and looked a little unhappy.
"Junior brother Zhang Yuan. I'm sorry! I didn't know it was you. I just wanted to take the opportunity to gamble and make some money."
"It doesn't matter." Zhang Yuan waved his hand and then asked : "I bet on me to win with this fairy sword. I wonder if you dare to take it?"
When Du Bishu heard this, he suddenly started sweating profusely on his forehead. That is a fairy sword! Zhang Yuan's odds are one to one hundred. If Zhang Yuan wins, he will lose a hundred times.
Even killing him would not be enough to compensate.
"Yes." Du Bishu hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and agreed. That's all, wealth and honor are found in danger. If I win the bet, I can earn a fairy sword.
"The relationship is good."
"You place the order for me first. If I lose later, I will bring the Dragon Slaying Sword to you. If I win... ...Then just pay me the odds of 1:100." Zhang Yuan smiled, his smile was very innocent, honest and honest. No one would know that he is actually an old cunt.
"Okay." Du Bishu hesitated for a while and then agreed. With so many disciples of Qingyun Sect as witnesses, he was not afraid of Zhang Yuan defaulting on his account.
"Junior Brother Zhang Yuan, no. The Dragon-Slaying Sword is your weapon." At this time, Lu Xueqi turned her head, looked at Zhang Yuan, and tugged on his sleeve.
(End of this chapter)