Before Sima Zhen asked, Bai Piao said, "hahaha! This has expanded the number of bets under my command... I bet more than 30 billion inferior star cores, but it's a pity that I have only a 2.2 odds of losing one... Alas... It's a pity, but this wave can also earn nearly 40 billion inferior star cores!"

"You can't eat a big fat man in one bite. In this aspect, you should follow and stabilize. Other problems are not big!"

"The next one will continue to earn blood! The next one will continue to expand the number of bets..."

"I hope the betting ratio of the next one can be stabilized..."

"If I continue to win according to this trend, I may be able to save a trillion lower grade star cores in this black hearted Colosseum, which can be converted into 10000 upper grade star cores!"

"Yes, yes..."

"Master, master Sima..."

"That's how easy it is to earn the core!"

Bai Piao's eyes turned with him. As he spoke, he quickly nodded and bowed, and then spit out a turbid breath. The excitement in his heart was difficult to express in words.

Anyway, I'm very excited and excited in my heart. It's difficult to express any words

A wave follows and takes off directly!

Sima Zhen, the super tutor of the war god academy, looked at Bai Piao's excited appearance and was completely speechless

That's it?

Your brother is about to be poisoned. Are you still here calculating how many cores you can win? Are you even going to set a small target of one trillion?

Seeing that Fang fan is about to be poisoned, how can he be confident that he will win?

What does self-confidence come from?

Why don't you understand at all?

On the contrary, I think this wave is very cracked.

Anyway, I feel like some sand sculptures

"You are really not afraid that Fang fan will have an accident!"

"That pussy angel is not that simple..."

"All the toxins on her body are mutant toxins..."

"Even ordinary saints and powerful people may have a hard time. Fang fan is only one star in the middle of the holy land. Are you so relieved?"

"Otherwise, we'd better organize to save people quickly, or it's really too late next..."

Sima Zhen can't think about his star core now. Now the elite of the university are holding on and life is the first

If an elite like Fang fan dies on the beast fighting platform, it's hard to say!

And what a pity!

"No..."

"Don't worry, this boy has many means!"

"Let's just stay here in silence and watch. Just don't give him trouble..."

"It doesn't matter if we can't help, but don't help..."

"My apprentice, I know!"

"That's his temperament..."

Uncle Jie stretched his waist and said something. He couldn't help showing a casual and calm expression on his face. Between his words, his eyes twinkled with different essence.

Needless to say, this feeling is virtually in place.

"You teachers and disciples are really a perfect match..."

"I'm really... The emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry..."

"You're not in a hurry. I'm in a hurry to get a hammer..."

"If something really happens later, I'll see what to do!"

Sima Zhen vomited out a mouthful of turbid qi and said something. Then he rolled his eyes angrily

There's nothing to say now!

They're all working on hammers

Are you playing?

If it involves human life, there will be no hour!

Is the fighting capacity of the other party too confident?