Chapter 266

It's just that this kind of points are basically not won by betting on ansoudong. Occasionally, some people have to bet a hundred or two hundred in a joke. Anyway, they don't care about such a little money.

"I'm going to win with 100000 acesulfan!"

When Hong Ming comes to the biggest bet, he opens his mouth and makes a bet of 100000 yuan. If he wins at that time, it will be 2 million yuan. However, the people who open the bet and other gamblers look at Hong Ming as if they are looking at a fool. Apart from a fool, it is impossible to bet so much money on a young cook.

"Handsome guy, don't cry for a while. Originally we didn't accept such a big bet. I accepted it because of your sincerity. I congratulate you on winning!"

The man who opened the shop is a young man in his thirties, with a punk head. The tattoo on his body takes up almost half of his body. At first sight, he is a man who has been wandering in the river and lake for a long time.

"I hope you won't cry later. So many people are watching. You can't cheat."

Hong Ming has great confidence in an Sudong. He doesn't know where his confidence comes from. He believes in his intuition. It's true that his intuition seldom goes wrong in these years. Therefore, he gambles all his pocket money on an Sudong to win.

"Don't worry, brother. You can inquire about jiuwenlong in Los Angeles. Your head can be broken and your blood can flow, but you can't lose face!"

The young man, nicknamed jiuwenlong, patted his chest and said that there was no problem. Hong Ming was relieved to see him saying this in front of so many people.

"What do you think of that ansudong?"

Sitting in the front row, an old man in a white training suit looked at the young man sitting next to him and asked softly.

"Master, I saw the video of an Sudong's last Chinese martial arts competition. Even the average internal skill master is not as fast as an Sudong. I don't think he is much like the average Chinese martial arts master. He should enter the threshold of internal Qi."

The young man said with a frown. His tone seemed to confirm with the old man.

"You're right, Tao Shun. I didn't believe that anyone could touch the threshold of neiqi before 30 years old. As long as you appeared, you broke the master's conjecture. If you can practice neiqi at 25 years old, there must be other young people who can also practice neiqi. An Sudong is younger than you, and his speed is much faster than you. This boy is a martial arts genius, I don't know what kind of internal skill master can cultivate such an apprentice. I really want to visit this person. I don't know if I have a chance. "

This old man is a Wuchi. He is 89 years old this year, but he seems to be 60 years old. He has few wrinkles and no age spots on his face, and his skin is round and smooth. He is a member of Huaxia internal skill Association, and he has a little voice in the internal skill Association. He is a top internal skill expert in Qin Province, and he can rank in the top 50 in Huaxia.

"No matter how fast he is, he won't be able to beat me. If he can win Meng Jian, I'll give him a battle card these two days, and I'll fight with him anyway, no matter win or lose!"

Tao Shun was a little unconvinced when he heard that his master said that he couldn't compare with an Sudong. He started to follow his master, and he's been traveling all over the world in recent years. He's never met an opponent at the same age. Except for a few demons, their masters are demons. Naturally, he can't say anything.

Today, a young man who is younger than him and faster than him suddenly appeared. He is really unconvinced. Winning or losing depends on one's fighting experience and reaction ability. Tao shunzi thinks that he is much better than an Sudong in these two aspects, so he doesn't agree with what his master said.

"You have a good attitude. Failure is the mother of success. If you lose, you have to find out your weaknesses. You haven't met any rivals in the past two years. In fact, it's very bad. If you can't find your own shortcomings, it's hard to catch up with those evildoers."

Tao Shun's master saw that his apprentice was not afraid of war at all. He was really happy. Failure was not terrible. What was terrible was that he had no opponent.

"Everyone be quiet, the game will start soon. Today, I'm the referee. My name is Xu Dong. I'm the referee of the national skill competition of Qin province. I believe many audiences know me. Today, I'm honored to be the referee of master Meng Jian and Mr. an's competition. I must uphold a fair and just attitude to maintain the order of the competition!"

Xu Dong saw that the time was almost up, so he went on the stage of the competition. After finishing this sentence, the audience was quiet.

Many people know Xu Dong. He has been the referee of the national skill competition of Qin province for more than ten years. He is an experienced old referee. He is very fair. Many people like him very much.

"This competition is just for competition. Don't hurt people's lives or maim them. Don't attack after the opponent admits defeat. There's nothing else to ask for. Let's invite the famous master Meng jianmeng of Qin province to come on the stage!"

After Xu Dong said these words, he added a few tones to let Meng Jian go on the stage. Driven by Xu Dong's words, the whole venue was boiling.

"Master Meng will win!"

"Master Meng beat down this ignorant and fearless boy, don't let him insult the national art circle of Qin province!"

"Master Meng beat this rubbish out of the sports institute!"

The audience seemed to be Meng Jian's fans, waving flags and plaques and shouting.

Meng Jian heard the shouts of the audience and fans, and showed off a few martial arts moves. All of a sudden, the enthusiasm of the audience and fans was kindled, and they stood up one after another to cheer for Meng Jian. For a moment, the whole stadium became boiling!

"Ha ha... Master Meng is also a master of internal skill I like very much. I have been practicing internal skill in recent years, and I have got some advice from master Meng. Here I am very grateful for master Meng's teaching to me!"

When Xu Dong saw the audience shouting with such enthusiasm, his emotion was also aroused. He said something out of the question and thanks him by the way. After Meng Jian saw it, he hugged him and said it didn't matter.

"Well, everyone be quiet. Now let's welcome Mr. an Su Dong'an of Los Angeles. He is only 22 years old this year, and now he is the new generation Kitchen God of China. Let's welcome Mr. an to the stage with warm applause."

Compared with Meng Jian's words just now, Xu Dong's effect is a little weak. He just said that an Sudong is the kitchen god of China. He didn't mention a word about his kung fu. If he didn't want to challenge Meng Jian, Xu Dong didn't want to look at an Sudong at all, and he didn't look at it. He kept his head down when he said this.

"Kitchen God, go home and cook for his wife. It's a place for men to compete in martial arts, not a place for masters!"

"Ha ha... The cook has come to challenge the master of internal skill. He just laughs. I have a low point of smile. Please allow me to laugh for a while!"

"Trash, get out of here. Don't give us shame in Los Angeles. You'd better go home and have milk."

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Some words are really hard to hear. In general, this kind of situation will be stopped. However, Xu Dong is just happy to watch the audience make noise and does not say a word.

Today is not a formal contest, so there are no judges below. As long as one person is beaten and can't stand up, it's over. So Meng Jian invited Xu Dong to come over. It seems that Meng Jianping was quite familiar with Xu Dong at that time.

"If you have the ability, you also come to fight with Meng Jian. You don't even have the qualification to compete. If I'm rubbish, what are you, shit?"

Even if an Sudong heard these people swearing, he could not bear to take his family with him. However, his words offended many people in the stadium!