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However, Han Qing's appearance caused everyone who was waiting to exchange their bets and certificates to be shocked to the core.

The head of the Jianghu, Han Qing, who was almost 50 years old, actually bowed in front of a 17 year old teenager? You still call yourself Little Han? Is there something wrong with this?

Didn't he wake up today?

In a dream?

"Oh my god, am I seeing things?" A bystander subconsciously exclaimed in a low voice.

What he said was what the crowd was currently thinking.

There was no one who could not be provoked in Dragon Spring Village other than the heads of every county in the twenty-one counties of the three prefectures of Jiangnan, and not the government officials who were like decorations.

In a place like Longquan, where no one cared about the outside world, these leaders of the martial arts world were the law. If ordinary people provoked them, at least they would lose their lives, and at most, they would implicate their family and friends.

Even those with great authority such as the prefecture overseer or the prefecture overseer would have to be a bit more low-key when they came here, as they paid particular attention to the principle that a strong dragon would not oppress a snake.

'Could it be that this young man has an extremely great background? The royal family? "Son of the Prince?"

Some people couldn't help but think this in their hearts.

But soon after, this thought was replaced by doubt.

'But if he is a relative of the royal family, a character who is the son of the prince, why would Han Qing call him Master Ye? 'Isn't the name Grandmaster used to refer to the high monks of the Buddhist Sangha and Taoists? '

While everyone was puzzled and waiting to see what would happen next, the matter unexpectedly ended without any further expansion.

"I remember now. Sect Leader Han, right?" Ye Qing looked at Han Qing, smiled and patted his shoulder, "You don't have to be nervous. I'm not doing anything important here, I just want to exchange some of the betting credentials that your Dunning Gang issued."

Finished speaking, Ye Qing signaled for Pavilion Master Zhang to bring over the credentials for the bet.

"Bet credentials?"

Han Qing took the eight bets, then looked at the floor full of his subordinates, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised. Was the reason why he had lost nearly a hundred men, a mere fifty thousand taels of silver worth of bet credentials?

Seeing Han Qing's doubt, Ye Qing pointed to Hall Master Huang who was trembling.

"However, your Hall Master Huang seems to be unwilling to exchange it for me. "Not only did you say that my credentials were fake, you even told your subordinates to surround me. You even said that even if the duke came, you still had to obediently lie on the ground for him …"

Ye Qing hadn't finished speaking when Han Qing, who had heard that something was wrong with his tone, hurriedly apologized.

"I don't dare, I don't dare. Master Ye, believe me. This is just a misunderstanding." At the same time Han Qing apologized, he shouted to a servant beside him: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go exchange 100,000 silver notes for Master Ye. "

"One hundred thousand taels, shouldn't we check the account books?" Ye Qing said with a faint smile.

"No need, no need. It is already a great honor for Little Han and I to be able to patronize the gambling business, Master Ye." Han Qing nodded and bowed.

With the one hundred thousand silver taels handed over, Ye Qing, who'd completed the gathering of forces in Dragon Spring Village and sent out the signal that 'I, Master Ye, is here,' wasn't interested in continuing to pester them. He handed the silver taels over to Fan Yan Rou and left.

He believed that since this matter had been spread around by everyone, the various powers would definitely try to guess his purpose in coming to Dragon Spring Village.

As for him, all he needed to do was wait and see. After a few days, the martial arts competition in the twenty-one counties of the three prefectures of Jiangnan would begin.