Chapter 1171: Gambling

Chapter One Seven One

Chu Yunbei, get out of here!

The tyrant's voice echoed in the room, and a powerful breath rushed towards his face. Chu Yunbei and others in the room all sat up in shock, staring at the door with cold eyes.

Only Xiao Fan sat there very calmly, tasting the drunk longevity, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Murong Langchen, if you want to die, you just have to say a word, and I, Chu Yunbei, will definitely fulfill you!" Chu Yunbei shouted coldly.

In this ancient city of Chu family, no one dared to yell at me, even if you belong to the Murong family, if I kill you, how can the Murong family do me?

Yes, it was Murong Langchen who appeared at the door, with Dugu, Ling Ao and Huangfu Xingyu standing beside him.

Hearing Chu Yunbei's cruel words, Murong Langchen suddenly became dumbfounded. If he really offends Chu Yunbei completely, this guy would definitely dare to kill.

"Second Young Master Chu, we are here to participate in the All Saints Pharmacopoeia. If you really want to die, you may not be able to bear the anger of our ancient races," Dugu said suddenly.

Chu Yunbei was silent, and Dugu said it unpredictably. He said cruel words and it was okay. It was unrealistic to really want to kill people.

Murong Langchen's status in their respective families is very extraordinary. In addition to their powerful strength, they also have the talent for refining medicine, and the major families are treasures.

It's just that Chu Yunbei wondered how Murong Langchen appeared. Shouldn't he be blocked on the sixth floor by the nine-color light curtain?

Thinking of this, Chu Yunbei’s Yu Guang looked towards Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan’s expression was very calm, although he tampered with the Seven-Colored Heavenly Soul Array and turned it into a Nine-Colored Heavenly Soul Array, but with limited time, he was able to hold on for a half at most. Time for a cup of tea.

Half a cup of tea passed, and Murong Langchen wanted to pass the seventh soul world. With his strength, it was naturally not too difficult.

"Get out of here, don't disturb the little master drinking." For a long time, Chu Yunbei uttered a word, drinking and drinking well by himself, but he was a little bit upset when someone kicked the door.

In this ancient city of the Chu family, he has never been the only one, Chu Yunbei, kicking someone's door, and no one has dared to kick his door.

"Chu Er Shao, we are here. I don't think that just drinking is too much. We want to play some other games with Chu Er Shao." Dugu laughed unpredictably.

Even Xiao Fan had to admit that the cheeks of these children of the ancient race were not as thick as usual, and they even left behind shamelessly.

"What game?" Chu Yunbei's eyes were cold, he knew that Dugu Unpredictable was definitely about to pester him, and Chu Yunbei couldn't lose face.

"I heard that the real dragon roar on the eighth floor of Tiansheng Building is the world's wine. It is much more delicious than this drunk longevity. I wonder if Chu Er Young is interested in betting with us?" Dugu smiled unpredictably, as if it was delicious. Chu Yunbei was set.

Chu Yunbei was a little hesitant, he couldn't break the seventh layer of the soul world, let alone the eighth layer, it was almost impossible to break.

He had to look at Xiao Fan for help. Chu Yunbei was full of heart to Xiao Fan. It would not be difficult for someone who could tamper with the Seven-Colored Heavenly Soul Array at will.

"Why, don't the second master Chu dare?" Dugu laughed unpredictably, Ling Ao and Murong Langchen also sneered.

Only Huangfu Xingyu's expression was solemn, her eyes fell on Xiao Fan, and she wanted to see him through. She still vividly remembered the eyes Chu Yunbei looked at Xiao Fan for help before.

It's just that Xiao Fan's expression is unwavering, and there is no special place at all. If you insist on something special, then Xiao Fan is too plain.

"Second Young Master, didn't you say how good the eighth floor real dragon roar is? You wouldn't be reluctant to bear this soul stone?" Xiao Fan smiled lightly.

"Since Brother Jian said so, Chu will definitely let you drink enough." Chu Yunbei laughed, then his face became cold in vain, and he looked at Dugu inexplicably, "In this ancient city of Chu family, there is no me, Chu Yunbei. Don't you dare?"

"Haha, Chu Er Shao is really happy, how about we nodded?" Dugu couldn't predict Chu Yunbei's promise, and he laughed from ear to ear.

"It's just what I want." Chu Yunbei smiled indifferently, and Xiao Fan hinted that Chu Yunbei was really unscrupulous, let alone go to the eighth floor, even the ninth floor he would bet.

Dugu looked at Chu Yunbei unexpectedly, then smiled and took out a jade bottle, and said: "I have three nine-rank intermediate sacred yuan pills here. If you win, the three sacred yuan pills will belong to you."

Xiao Fan was slightly surprised and sighed secretly in his heart. As expected, he was an ancient genius. The Ninth Stage Saint Yuan Pill could be taken out at will.

You know, a ninth-rank intermediate-level sacred origin pill can instantly restore all the spirit power of the middle-rank in the battle sacred realm, possessing a sacred origin pill, it is equivalent to twice the soul power.

In a battle of the same level, with twice the spirit power, his chances of winning can definitely be increased by a few percent, because he can perform unrestricted killer moves.

However, Chu Yunbei sneered, and said with disdain: "I thought your bet was so high, just three holy essence pills?"

Speaking of this, Chu Yunbei directly took out a jade bottle and threw it over, sneered: "Here are three sacred yuan pills. Take the bastard. Don't disturb my interest in drinking. On the eighth floor, we will go and break it by ourselves. "

Chu Yunbei looked like he was begging, full of disdain, and the smile on his face instantly solidified there.

Somehow he was also a genius of the Dugu family, and he was treated as a beggar by Chu Yunbei. How was he uneasy?

But thinking of Chu Yunbei's identity, he was unpredictable and couldn't get angry. Chu Yunbei was the second youngest member of a family of millennia refining medicine, so why would he put a few pills in his eyes?

"If you want to bet, just show some sincerity. Isn't your Dugu family a thousand-year-old casting family? If you can take out one or two magic soldiers, I would be a little interested." Chu Yunbei continued, smiling at Dugu unpredictable.

"There are one or two magic soldiers, do you think the magic soldiers are rubbish?" Dugu was furious, let alone him, how many of the elders of the Dugu family have magic weapons?

Chu Yunbei coughed a few times, and he also felt that his requirements were too high, and then changed his words: "Since there are no magic weapons, there will always be soul soldiers of the 9th rank, if not, I really can't afford it. interest."

Don’t you guys want to see me making a fool of yourself? I really thought that Xiaoye was a bully, but I wanted to see who made the fool! Chu Yunbei sneered in his heart.

"Okay, I'll bet with you!" Dugu gritted his teeth unpredictably, then took out a pitch-black long sword, burning with black arrogance, and revealing a breath of peerless sharpness.

"Ninth-Rank Top Wuhuang Sword?" Chu Yun's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to agree, an indifferent voice sounded.

"Is a Ninth-Rank Soul Soldier worthy of gambling with the Second Young Master?" Xiao Fan, who had been sitting, suddenly stood up.

"Second Young Master Chu didn't say anything, what are you? Are you talking here?" Dugu looked at Xiao Fan coldly, as if as long as Xiao Fan said something, he was ready to do it.

"The meaning of Brother Jian is what I meant." However, Chu Yunbei took a step forward and stood in front of Xiao Fan without hesitation.