Chapter 1808: Different

The first thousand eight hundred and nine chapters

"The master of Huimen, it is him, who came from Blue Star together with Daojun, and they are all top geniuses once in a thousand years!" Su Yuanfan, who stood by the side, replied respectfully.

"Are you a monk from Blue Star again?" The seventh elder narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strange luster emerged from the depths of those seemingly turbid eyes. "A disciple with super talent like this, unexpectedly appeared two at the same time. The name, it seems that Emperor Shang has left a lot of treasures by Blue Star."

It's just that the last half of the sentence the old man said in a very low voice, only he could hear it.

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After a three-hour break, Zhuo Bufan found a place to sit cross-legged to adjust his breath and restore his body to a perfect state. The next game is the real time to decide the winner. If he can get the top three in the ring, he will have Opportunity to follow the inner disciples to the'great ruins'.

"I hope I can find clues about the Ice Emperor in the'Great Ruins', so that maybe we can get some news about the leaves." Zhuo Bufan muttered in his heart, thinking of Ye Ziqin's face with a soft smile, his heart couldn't help but surge. The excitement of the starting point.

The ring competition entered a critical moment, and the tens of thousands of disciples who were watching also heard whispered conversations. They were undoubtedly talking about who can win the final championship, including who can win the third place, the second place, and so on.

Of course, this kind of discussion is more than just talking. Some people with weird behaviors shuttle through the crowd. After talking to the people, they take the space ring in the hands of each other, and then write and draw on a piece of paper.

Stakes, every arena is a good time for some people to earn soul coins. If they want to earn soul coins, they can bet and gamble. For this kind of behavior, the senior officials of Seven Gates also open one eye and close one. Eyes, with a bet at the same time, can also mobilize the enthusiasm of the disciples and add some color to the ring match.

And after those disciples in the shuttle crowd received the space ring and recorded the gambler's bet, they converged towards one place.

In that place, a guy with a slightly short stature was sitting on a chair, very busy.

If Zhuo Bufan saw it, he would definitely recognize his identity, it was Gu Zhao.

"Senior brothers and brothers who want to bet hurry up, wait for the game to start, and it will close." Gu Sha smiled brightly like a chrysanthemum. A banker like him can make a lot of money in every ring match, and he charges a certain percentage. The handling fee.

Of course, not everyone who wants to sit in the house can sit in the market. Only those merchants who have extensive connections in the Seven Gates and have a lot of resources can open the market when they want to sit in the house.

"I buy the champion Duanmu brother, three hundred soul coins..."

"I also buy the Duanmu Senior Brother Champion... a thousand soul coins..."

For ordinary disciples, hundreds of thousands of soul coins are already a lot of money.

Duanmu Jinglin, as the top talented disciple of the seven gates, has always maintained the first approval rating. As for Zhuo Bufan, this dark horse, although he has an amazing performance in the knockout and ring competitions, it is not enough to shake Duanmu Jinglin's position. .

Duanmu Jinglin ranked first in support, Qian Zhimo was second, Zhuo Bufan was third, and the third was the unknown unknown person.

"Zhuo Bufan's odds are high, I buy two thousand soul coins and take a gamble!"

"Brother, you are not giving money to others. Although Zhuo Bufan is great, he is a freshman after all. Senior Brother Duanmu is the champion!"

Gu Yan didn't care about this. Anyway, he only charged service fees. According to such a large amount of gambling, even the service fees could get a lot of money.

"I buy fifty thousand soul coins, Zhuo Bufan champion!" Suddenly, a channel split into the bustling crowd, a graceful figure appeared in front of Gu Yan, and a spatial ring was thrown at him.

Fifty thousand soul coins!

There were quite a few disciples around who took a deep breath, showing a look of shock. People who can come up with such a large sum of money must have a strong family background.

After Gu Yan raised his head, he saw a young girl standing in front of him, with a natural and beautiful appearance, with a faint and fierce aura radiating from her body, which made people dare not approach easily.

"Ms. Meng, why are you here?" Gu Yan hurriedly jumped up from the chair when he saw this, with a pleasing smile on his face.

Meng Qingge glanced at his mouth, "Can't I make a bet?"

"Of course you can, of course..." Gu Yan nodded and bowed, his eyes wandering around, "I just don't know what the relationship between Miss Meng and Zhuo Bufan is. Although his odds are high, he wants to win the championship. , I’m afraid it’s a bit difficult."

"It has nothing to do with you, I believe he can win the championship." Meng Qingge frowned slightly and said coldly.

Gu Yan smiled awkwardly. After all, Meng Qingge's identity was unusual. If the 50,000 soul coins were lost, the dealer wouldn't know if he would dare to ask for it.

After speaking, Meng Qingge squeezed the crowd and walked in the direction of the viewing seat.

"Senior Brother Gu, who is that senior sister just now? She looks really beautiful." A slightly wretched-looking man suddenly leaned to Gu Yan's side and said with a smile.

Gu Yan glanced at him coldly and sneered: "Luhou, if you want to die, try to provoke her. She is the most favored granddaughter of the elders of the Meng family."

Hearing this, the surroundings were silent for a while, the precious granddaughter of the Meng family elders was not something they could provoke.

However, there was a question in everyone's mind at the same time, what is the relationship between Meng Qingge and Zhuo Bufan? How could he bet so many soul coins for Zhuo Bufan? Does Meng Qingge really think Zhuo Bufan can win?

At the beginning of Meng Qingge, many people put their bets on Zhuo Bufan. After all, Zhuo Bufan's odds are very high. If Zhuo Bufan wins, they can also make a small fortune.

Such a secret bet did not affect the progress of the game.

Three hours to the monk, it was just a blink of an eye. Zhuo Bufan adjusted his body's breath to the best state before slowly opening his eyes, flashing a sharp light in his eyes, and exhaling a deep breath.

"Master Zhuo."

As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard a soft sound coming from around him.

"Senior Sister Liu." Zhuo Bufan turned his head and saw the person coming with a faint smile on his face.

Liu Yiyi nodded and walked to his side, but there was a serious look on Qiao's face, and said: "Palace Master Su has just drawn lots to decide, and your opponent in the next game is Yi Yi."

"Jiyi?" Zhuo Bufan frowned, he thought he would directly face Mu Jinglin at the upper end.

"This person's strength is terrible, I just lost in his hands. Be careful, he hides deeply." Liu Yiyi said in a low voice with a solemn expression on her face.

"Hidden deep?"

Zhuo Bufan knew that Liu Yiyi had come to remind himself personally, indicating that the guy was indeed not simple, and the name Miyi was not very familiar, and did not belong to a particularly famous existence in the seven sects.

"Jiyi doesn't usually show up, nor does he have the reputation of Starscream and others in the Seven Gates, but he can also be ranked in the forefront of strength, but when I played against him, I found him a little strange." Liu Yiyi Xiu eyebrows frowned, slowly and authentically.

"Thank Sister Liu for reminding me, I will be careful." Zhuo Bufan nodded solemnly.