Fantasy: I have a system that returns the effect of cultivation ten thousand times

"Senior Brother Wang, please give me a detailed introduction to the gambling situation!"

After Yang Feng and Wang Lei sat down on both sides of the reception room of the Vulcan Peak Hall, they asked.

"Junior Brother Yang, our Xuantian Sect's inner sect's gambling game was opened by one of our Xuantian Sect's deputy sects!"

"This deputy sect of our Xuantian Sect has no other hobbies but just likes gambling!"

"However, due to the restrictions of the sect's sect rules, the deputy sect cannot set up a fixed gambling bureau in the Xuantian sect. It can only set up a temporary gambling bureau during each inner sect competition to satisfy the gambling addiction!"

"This year's inner gate bet will officially start in six days!"

"If Junior Brother Yang wants to place bets, we can go together then!"

"Based on past experience, the odds for each inner disciple are not fixed, generally ranging from ten to one to one to ten thousand!"

"Due to the restrictions of the sect's rules, the bet cannot exceed one billion low-grade souls!"

",,,,,"

Seeing Yang Feng's anxious look, Wang Lei smiled slightly and began to introduce the details of the gambling to Yang Feng.

"You can only bet one billion low-grade spirits at most! This is too little!"

After listening to Wang Lei's introduction, Yang Feng whispered softly.

Originally, Yang Feng wanted to take the opportunity to make a fortune, but now he could only make a fortune, which made Yang Feng a little disappointed.

"Junior Brother Yang, one billion low-grade spirits is quite a lot! Many true disciples don't even have 100 million low-grade spirits, let alone one billion low-grade spirits!"

Hearing Yang Feng's muttering, Wang Lei couldn't help but retort.

"Don't I want to make more money? Senior Brother Wang, if I find some outer disciples to help me place bets, is that okay? Will there be any problems?"

Hearing Wang Lei's retorting voice, Yang Feng said softly.

"Junior Brother Yang, you'd better not do this!"

"Our Xuantian Sect does not advocate gambling. If you do this, it is likely to arouse the resentment of the strong men in the sect!"

"It's okay if you place your own bets for fun, but if you let many outer disciples place bets for you, the nature will change!"

"Although you can earn a lot of souls, your future path will not be easy!"

"Also, Zong people are the ones who hate gambling the most!"

"If you dare to do this, you will never be accepted as a direct disciple by the sect!"

As soon as Yang Feng finished speaking, Wang Lei quickly persuaded him.

"That counts!"

After hearing Wang Lei's words, Yang Feng immediately gave up this plan to make a fortune.

Xuantian Zongzong is Yang Feng's backer, and Yang Feng doesn't want to lose his backer because of a little bit of wisdom.

After that, Yang Feng and Wang Lei talked about many secrets of Xuantian Sect, and agreed to go to the gambling bureau to place bets together in six days.

After Wang Lei left, Yang Feng thought for a while, then went to the training room of the Hall to practice the "Nine Turns of Soul Forging Technique" to improve his soul power.

Soon, six days passed, and the qualifying trial officially ended. A total of 2,923 people passed the qualifying trial and entered the second phase of the knockout round.

At this time, Yang Feng and Wang Lei flew towards the Internal Affairs Hall deep in the Xuantian Mountains together.

When Yang Feng and Wang Lei arrived at the Internal Affairs Hall, they found a screen erected on the square of the Internal Affairs Hall.

The information of the 2,923 inner disciples who have passed the qualification selection are all on the screen for anyone to view at will.

At the same time, tens of thousands of inner disciples and true disciples gathered in the square.

These inner disciples and true disciples all come here to place bets, and they all want to have fun and earn a fortune by the way.

Seeing the lively scene in the square, Yang Feng's eyes flashed with surprise, but Wang Lei was not surprised and directly pulled Yang Feng towards the place where he was betting.

At this time, most of the inner disciples and true disciples were in front of the screen checking the information of the 2,923 inner disciples and considering betting targets.

Therefore, there were not many people in the betting area, and Yang Feng and Wang Lei quickly squeezed to the front.

"What are the odds for inner disciple Yang Feng to win?"

Wang Lei asked the betting staff.

After hearing Wang Lei's words, the bettor immediately checked on an instrument and said: "The odds of Yang Feng winning the championship are one to ten."

Hearing the bettor's words, Yang Feng immediately knew that his performance in the qualifying round was a bit excessive, which exposed a lot of his strength, resulting in his odds not being too high.

If Yang Feng knew about this gambling game, he would definitely disguise it and let himself spend all his strength to pass the qualification assessment, so that his odds could reach one to one hundred, or even one to one thousand. 꺶Make a fortune!

However, it’s too late now!

You can only earn a little bit!

While thinking, Yang Feng took out a space ring from his body, handed it to the bettor and said: "I want to bet on Yang Feng to win, one billion souls!"

Hearing Yang Feng's words, the bettor's eyes flashed with surprise. He took a deep look at Yang Feng, took the space ring, and checked the number of souls inside.

After confirming that the one billion souls were correct, the betting staff asked Yang Feng for an identity card. After some manipulation of the betting instrument, he returned the identity card to Yang Feng and said, "Okay! If you win, you will win." Come and collect your gambling money with your identity card!”

"Bet on me that Yang Feng will win a billion souls!"

Seeing Yang Feng betting his 1 billion spirits, Wang Lei's eyes flashed, and he immediately handed a space ring and his identity card to the betting staff.

"Yang Feng's odds have dropped to 1:8, do you still want to bet?"

The betting staff looked at the information on the betting instrument and asked Wang Lei.

"Bet!"

Wang Lei responded without hesitation.

After receiving Wang Lei's affirmative answer, the betting staff immediately handled the betting procedures for Wang Lei.

"Yang Feng actually bet on himself to win the championship with 10 billion spirits, it's so shocking!"

"Yang Feng bet on himself to win the championship? Does he have this confidence?"

"Yang Feng must have confidence in himself! Otherwise, would he dare to bet on himself to win the championship with 10 billion spirits?"

"I remember that Yang Feng is not tall, where did he get 10 billion spirits!"

"Why do you ask him where he got 10 billion spirits?"

"Yang Feng is a registered disciple of the sect, isn't it a simple thing to get 10 billion spirits?"

"It's okay for Yang Feng to bet on himself to win the championship! Why did Wang Lei also bet on Yang Feng to win the championship! ”

“Wang Lei is a know-it-all in our Xuantian Sect. Since he dares to bet on Yang Feng to win the championship, there must be some news that we don’t know!”

“Fuck! Yang Feng’s odds have dropped from 1 to 10 to 1 to 1!”

“Yang Feng is our Xuantian Sect’s peerless demon. He really has the potential to win the championship! I’ll take a gamble. Bet 10 million spirits on Yang Feng to win the championship!”

“Bet 1 million spirits on Yang Feng to win the championship!”

“Bet 30 million spirits on Yang Feng to win the championship!”

“,,,,”

After watching Yang Feng and Wang Lei’s betting actions, the inner disciples nearby began to discuss.

Some of the inner disciples gritted their teeth and followed Yang Feng and Wang Lei to bet, ready to take a gamble!