Power Fantasy

Chapter 118 Mo Lianzhu

Yizhe said in surprise, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

Akabane Hong shook his head and said softly, "It's nothing, I don't blame you".

"But the last time I saw you, I didn't hear you say that the master is ill. What's going on?"

It is true that this incident happened at the critical moment of the alliance, and no one would feel strange

"I know what you want to say, and I doubted it, but when the master passed away, I was by my side, and she also told me to unite the disciples, do more to promote alliances, and listen to Xuan Wuyin's command."

In this way, is it really time to die?

"By the way, Brother Yizhe, I don't know if you have planted the young Molian tree fruit that I gave you."

"I...in order to defeat Lu Ye, I ate it..." Chi Yuhong must blame herself for wasting so much. .

"That's fine. If you eat it directly, you will lose your internal energy for three days. If you grow up and eat it, you will become dependent. After a long time, if you don't accept it for a day, you will not be able to extricate yourself. The master refuses to taste it again, and he has to eradicate it. In the end, the longevity was exhausted.

At that time, the master used this thing to bring the Akabanemen from Momowu to the top gang in Jiangbei. In terms of martial arts, they were only slightly inferior to Qing Daochang, Abbot and a few others, and finally suffered the consequences."

In this way, it is a poisonous product, Yizhe took a deep breath. "How are you?" He asked concerned.

Akabane Hong said sadly, "Maybe I will go with the master soon, but maybe I am younger, and maybe I can beat it."

Yizhe came back after thinking about it and asked Zhuge Chou if there was any way to quit without losing his life.

"So that means all the Mo Lianzhu are gone?" Yizhe asked.

"It has been sealed as a forbidden area by the Xuanyu League, and it is not allowed to come closer. Occasionally, some people secretly pick it up, and they are all dealt with by the sect law. Later, Xuan Wuyin took people to burn it, and only some stocks were distributed to those who really need it. Disciple, but in the end, I still eat one and lose one."

"Although this thing is helpful for improvement, it is also against the sky. It seems that there is really no shortcut to cultivation. It doesn't matter if it is eradicated, but I am sorry for you. I have a friend who is proficient in medical skills. I made an appointment with him. Fortunately, we met at Jiang Hua's place, the martial arts conference is over, you can go with me."

"Thank you, brother Yizhe."

Yizhe was really worried. Xuan Jingli was extremely shameless, but he shaved his beard to participate in the youth competition in his 30s. There is such a temptation, it is still strange to be able to burn it.

Yizhe thought of Elder Zhang of the Holy Fist School, who was trying to control the Holy Fist School with the Seven-day Refreshing Pill. I am afraid that Xuan Wuyin would also think about such crooked intentions. If there is evidence, he can't ignore it.

Just thinking about it, the third match has already started.

The six-point monk of Shaolin Temple, the monk is holding an eyebrow-level stick, but it is also wrapped in wax skin, and the one fighting is Mu Gaofeng's young disciple.

People in Emei Temple usually use floating dust, but people in Mu Gaofeng use the opposite, they usually use Mu Yugui, but they use Tie Fuchen in battle.

Put the whisk in the cabin, take it out, it's still the whisk, I don't know what's weird.

But the fur of the whisk is so soft, it shouldn't need to be protected in the first place.

The entrance of the cabin was crowded with people, and it was very lively.

It was not the first time for Chiyuhong to participate in the martial arts conference. Yizhe asked Chiyuhong, "What are these people doing?"

Akabane Hong read the introduction and said, "Oh~, you say about them, they are betting on the outcome, this six-point monk in Shaolin Temple is called Lin Six Points, he is already 28 years old, he was No.4 last year, and his strength is extraordinary, while Mu Gaofeng This is the first time for the whole gang to participate in the conference, so they are basically guaranteed to lose. These people will probably bet on Lin to win six points."

Games with winners and losers are related to gambling, and it really is the same everywhere.

Lin Liu’s odds are already 1 to 1.1, that is, if you vote 10 taels of silver, you can only get 11 taels if you win. You can get 1 taels.

Fixed odds, there is no such thing as floating.

Even so, Mu Gaoyi still didn't have a dime there.

Because in everyone's opinion, the money put there is equivalent to being thrown into the lake, and there will be no splash.

The first two games did not gather so many people, but it was because everyone felt that there was not such a disparity in strength, and it was difficult to judge the outcome.

Gambling in ancient times has just started, and there are no actuaries, and things related to odds have not yet been enlightened.

Yizhe saw the problem at a glance.

If you bet 100 taels of silver at Lin Liudian, and at the same time bet 2 taels of silver at Mu Gaofeng.

Then Lin won 110 taels at six o'clock, with a net profit of 8 taels, and Mu Gaofeng won, and it became 200 taels, with a net profit of 98 taels.

I will never lose.

It's like Yizhe betting on points in a gambling house. Beating people in this world with a mathematical level is simply a blow to dimensionality reduction.

Feeling amused in my heart, I also went to the cabin and asked, "Do you accept all bets?"

The people in the wooden house looked up at Yizhe, thinking, there is another one who thinks that Lin Liu must win at six o'clock.

"That's right, you can accept as many bets as you want."

"Okay..." Yizhe was waiting for this sentence, turned over, and Yizhe was wearing the clothes of the Holy Boxing School now. The man never thought that someone from the Holy Boxing School could take out 1020 taels of silver.

Yizhe bet 1000 taels to Lin Liudian and 20 taels to Mu Gaoyi, and he returned it with a smile.

Mu Gaoyi had an extra 20 taels of silver, everyone scoffed and laughed silly.

The competition in the arena has already started, and the betting here has also stopped.

The people in the wooden house were counting the silver and knocking on the abacus, but their foreheads were sweating.

It turned out that after all the calculations, no matter if Lin Liu wins or Mu Gao wins, he will lose.And where the problem is, I can't figure it out.

Really funny.

On Mu Gaofeng's side, maybe the floating dust in the hands of Qing Daochang, who has mastered internal and external forces, can be as powerful as a shotgun, with golden needles and unstoppable defenses, but in the hands of ordinary mediocrity, it is no better than a mop make.

At first, Mu Gaoyi tried to wrap the stick head with the silk thread from the floating dust, but it was the method of wrapping and beating the stick.

But all of this is based on the fact that its own operating power is better than the opponent's, or its absolute power is stronger.

The floating dust wrapped around the head of the stick, but he was pulled so that he staggered and almost fell.

Mu Gaoyi had no choice but to loosen the head of the stick so that the dog would not chew on the mud, so he jumped back and forth, it seemed that it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

Lin Liudian's strength is very strong, his brows are uniform and his arms are full of vigor, covering his whole body without any flaws. He deserves to be the fourth in Jiangbei, but in Yizhe's view, he should not be Jin Pin or his own opponent.In particular, Tai Chi specializes in this kind of hard work. Since the battle on the boat, I have gradually been able to integrate the essence of Tai Chi into my sword.

Yizhe asked with great interest, "What was Lin Jinpin's ranking in the last conference?"

Akabane Rainbow recalled it carefully.

(End of this chapter)