Sorry, master, my junior sister has surrendered to the enemy!

Zhang Liancheng had just greeted Chu Yu, and Yue Ling watched him suddenly walk past his opponent Chu Yu and accept the invitation of the man in red on the stage.

She turned around and saw that Chu Yu also had a smile on his face and seemed to be looking forward to the competition.

So Yue Ling couldn't help but ask: "Who is this new man in red?"

Chu Yu replied: "He is Wang Sheng."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Ling secretly glanced at her brother. Yue Han stared at Wang Sheng's unrestrained and carefree appearance. Seeing with his own eyes the person he had always regarded as an opponent, his heart could not calm down for a long time. The feeling in his heart was not the excitement of challenging him, but the infection of Wang Sheng's free and passionate aura.

It turns out that people with the ice attribute don't have to treat others coldly, and can also be unrestrained and outspoken.

He doesn't have to be confined to the shell created for him by the royal family. As long as he can fulfill his responsibilities as the second prince of Wuyang Kingdom, no one will care about his every move.

The fight has already started on stage.

The area around the arena, on the mountain, in the pavilions and towers were all filled with people who had come because of the news. They crowded densely on the top of the mountain, and it was as lively as a sect meeting. Even the disciples of the Yuxi Sword Sect, who had just prepared to fight in the arena, had occupied a good seat halfway up the mountain.

Yue Ling and Yue Han were so engrossed in watching that they didn't notice Chu Yu slipping away from the crowd.

The vendor who had just set up his stall to take bets was trying to sneak away when no one was paying attention.

The peddler complained that he had lost a lot of money. As soon as Chu Yu arrived, he bet that Wang Sheng would come, which attracted a group of people to follow suit and place bets. Now that Wang Sheng really came, he calculated the odds. Even if the odds were not high, even if a few unlucky people bet that Wang Sheng would not come, he would still lose money.

It would be better to close the stall now, take the money and leave!

"You took my spirit stone and you still want to leave?"

The peddler suddenly heard a pleasant female voice behind him. Although the voice was pleasant and the person was pretty, he still couldn't help shivering.

"Miss Chu, Miss Chu Yu," the vendor turned around and instantly put on a flattering expression, saying, "Miss Chu Yu's visit to our store has brought honor to our store. Do you need anything else?"

Chu Yu grabbed his collar instantly and said coldly, "Don't play dumb. According to the odds of 1.03, I bet ten high-grade spirit stones and earned three hundred medium-grade spirit stones. Give me the money."

The vendor couldn't help but defend himself: "You must have inside information. I've lost a ton of money."

Chu Yu: "I don't care. He really came here on his own. I didn't do anything. Since you dare to open this bet, you must be able to afford the loss. Give me the money."

The peddler was so upset that he could only take out ten top-grade spirit stones and three hundred mid-grade ones and hand them to Chu Yu.

Seeing Chu Yu packing spirit stones, some people remembered that they had just placed a bet, and reluctantly turned their eyes away from the arena and hurried over.

Seeing more and more people coming around to ask for money, the vendor realized that he was about to go bankrupt, so he quickly thought of a way out. He put down his things, took out the gong, struck it again, and said, "New bet! New bet! Will the winner be Zhang Liancheng, the disciple of the head of the [Xiaoyao Sword], or the host, Wang Sheng of the Mysterious Frost Sword?"

"Place your bets, everyone place your bets!"

As long as he could attract people to place bets in this way, new funds would come in, and he could compensate for the losses he had just suffered.

The peddler wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a large group of disciples coming to join in the fun and place bets.

Fortunately, he was resourceful.

Chu Yu thought that the vendor was quite clever to come up with such an idea.

Seeing that the new gambling game attracted a large group of people and the vendors were collecting spirit stones, he glanced at Chu Yu quietly, lowered his voice, and asked tentatively: "Miss Chu Yu, I have opened a shop in Xuanxia Mountain Market for more than ten years. I am an old acquaintance of the mountain gate. We are all from Xuanxia Mountain. Can you analyze for me from the perspective of the true strength of the two people on the ring, who will win?"

“It also makes me some money.”

Chu Yu saw through his little thoughts at a glance without making any so-called analysis. She was from Xuanxia Mountain, so what would it mean if she didn't bet on Wang Sheng?

Then, with a "pop", Chu Yu put back the ten high-grade spirit stones and said, "Bet Wang Sheng."

Considering that the question was about who would win between Zhang Liancheng and Wang Sheng, rather than whether Wang Sheng would come or not, which involved inside information, everyone was hesitant to follow Chu Yu in placing the bet.

"Miss Chu Yu, can you analyze why?"

"Yes, we are all sword cultivators, and we usually hear more about Zhang Liancheng's reputation."

Chu Yu just said, "No reason, just bet on Wang Sheng."

What's more, she analyzed it. Now that the two of them have started fighting, can't they make their own judgment? Chu Yu looked back and saw that Wang Sheng seemed to be at a disadvantage.

No way?

Everyone also observed the situation on the ring and felt that Chu Yu was simply doing it out of enthusiasm to support his fellow disciple, and they could not tell the difference in strength between the two.

So more people bet on Zhang Liancheng.

The vendor looked at the situation and saw that Wang Sheng had a higher odds, so he gritted his teeth and decided to follow Chu Yu in placing the bet, hoping that Chu Yu would be his lucky star and help him make a lot of money.

Here, Chu Yu was holding the 300 middle-grade spirit stones he had just won and was about to put them into his storage bracelet when he suddenly heard someone behind him throwing a bag of spirit stones in a ostentatious manner.

A disciple of Xiaoyao Sword Sect said, "We in Xiaoyao Sword Sect have a total of 300 high-grade spirit stones, and we bet on Brother Liancheng to win."

When some people saw that Xiaoyao Sword Sect was so wealthy, they instantly became distrustful of Chu Yu and wondered whether they should bet on both sides to be invincible?

The hawker's mouth was almost numb from laughing so hard at collecting money.

The disciple of Xiaoyao Sword Sect looked at Chu Yu arrogantly, as if Zhang Liancheng was bound to win.

Chu Yu felt something was wrong. Could it be that Wang Sheng was really dying? She looked towards the ring curiously and suddenly found that Luo Yuning of Xiaoyao Sword Sect had gathered the group of female cultivators who had just surrounded Zhang Liancheng. They were holding flowers and cheering for Zhang Liancheng.

The girls' clear and loud voices all rang out in unison:

"Who is the strongest in Xiaoyao Sword Sect? Senior Brother Liancheng, you are the strongest!"

"If you ask who is the best in the world, Liancheng is the best!"

With the cheers of the beauties, Zhang Liancheng performed his sword moves smoothly, while Wang Sheng seemed to be inclined towards defense.

Luo Yuning found that Chu Yu was looking at them. She raised her eyebrows, waved the flowers in her hand at Chu Yu, and motioned her to look at the arena, with a proud smile in her eyes. On the other side, the disciples of Xuanxia Mountain were nervous and anxious.

When Chu Yu saw the beautiful Sword Sect lady provoking him so wantonly, he cried out in his heart that something was wrong. He was so scared that he dropped a few of the spirit stones that he had not yet filled in his arms. Mo Xuan was quick to catch them with his mouth.

Xuanxia Mountain doesn't have a cheerleading team, so she must organize one. This is not just a simple issue of organization and discipline, but also a problem that will affect unity and morale, and is also a matter of face.

She turned back to the vendor and said, "I want to buy your gong."

After saying that, Chu Yu threw a handful of spirit stones at the peddler and took the gong from his hand. Before the peddler could react, the gong was bought by Chu Yu.

Seeing Wang Sheng losing ground, many of his supporters became worried.

Did he lose just like that?

The next second, something unexpected happened. Everyone suddenly heard a gong sound that resounded through the sky from Xuanxia Mountain:

"Chong-"

The noise caused the people around to look back, and they found that Chu Yu was leading a group of Xuanxia Mountain disciples who were beating gongs and drums there.

Chu Yu struck the gong once, then raised his mallet and shouted, "Wang Sheng,"

The disciples behind him shouted in unison: "Come on!"

"Wang Sheng!"

"Must win!"

The noise almost drowned out the fight on the ring, and the onlookers couldn't help but make way for them. Chu Yu led his disciples to slowly walk to the edge of the ring and confronted the Xiaoyao Sword Sect's cheerleading team.

The fight on stage was intense, and the competition off stage was just as exciting.

The female practitioners over there raised their voices and shouted slogans more vigorously, and the sounds of gongs and drums on Chu Yu's side became louder and louder.

Gradually, the voices over there became hoarse, but the sound of gongs and drums was still deafening on Xuanxia Mountain's side.

Wang Sheng also gradually turned the situation around.

Luo Yuning saw that the situation was not good, so she ran to the ring with a group of female cultivators and shouted, "Brother Liancheng, you have to hold on, we support you!"

"Yes, yes, come on, Brother Liancheng!"

As soon as the beauty finished speaking, Zhang Liancheng suddenly became energized as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He swung out a casual sword with his backhand. The sword contained the power of primitive nature, like a spring breeze and rain. It was no longer Zhang Liancheng's original power.

It was sword intent, exactly the same as the knife intent used by Shen Yuezi at the sect conference.

This sword caused all the sword practitioners to open their eyes wide and become excited.

Wang Sheng was immediately knocked down by this force and paused for a distance on the stage. Zhang Liancheng swung a sword at him, and Wang Sheng lay on the ground and blocked it with the sword.

Chu Yu felt something was wrong when he saw the situation. Wang Sheng must have some trump cards, so he wouldn't lose just like that. If he was going to lose, he would only admit defeat if he still couldn't win after playing all his trump cards.

So she also walked slowly to the edge of the ring. Just then, Wang Sheng was forced to the edge, and his swords collided with Zhang Liancheng's. He resisted the force of Zhang Liancheng's chopping.

Chu Yu gently struck the gong. She was not far from the two of them, so Wang Sheng could see Chu Yu standing upside down as soon as he looked up.

Then Wang Sheng complained, "Fuck, Chu Yu, why is it you?"

Chu Yu gently tapped the gong again and asked innocently, "Why can't it be me?"

Zhang Liancheng increased the strength of his hands. Wang Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "Look at their cheerleading team. Can you send someone gentler?"

"No," Chu Yu banged the gong, thinking that what Wang Sheng couldn't stand the most was provocation, so he smiled and said in a gentle tone: "I just bet on Zhang Liancheng in the gambling game downstairs. If you win, Xuanxiashan wins. If Zhang Liancheng wins, my wallet won't lose either. I won't lose no matter what."

Zhang Liancheng laughed when he heard it and said, "Miss Chu Yu has good taste."

I thought Wang Sheng would be very excited, but he sneered and said, "No wonder. Chu Yu, you are such a bad friend. I still expect you to support me, but why don't you add a suona to your gong and drum team? Just send him away right now."

Seeing Zhang Liancheng's sword blade getting closer and closer to Wang Sheng's face, Chu Yu put down the gong with a gloomy face and changed his tone: "Can you do it or not? If not, then lose quickly and let me take over!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Sheng opened his eyes wide and shouted "Fuck!", and pushed back the sword that was originally pressing against his chest. Zhang Liancheng did not expect this and was kicked away by Wang Sheng.

Zhang Liancheng glanced at Chu Yu. He didn’t expect that Xuanxiashan’s way of cheering people up was so weird.

Without waiting for him to be distracted, Wang Sheng raised his sword and frost spread around the arena, forcing back most of the people.

Wang Sheng looked at Zhang Liancheng and said, "Your sword power is very powerful. I was careless just now."

"Look at me next."

This sentence excited the disciples of Xuanxia Mountain and the sounds of gongs and drums were heard nearby.

The Xiaoyao Sword Sect also did not allow it. More disciples joined the cheerleading team, and someone even brought a drum from somewhere and started beating the drum as well.

Both sides were shouting loudly. Chu Yu returned to his original position to beat the gong. Suddenly, he heard a loud male voice next to him, shouting "Come on, Wang Sheng", louder than anyone else.

Looking back, Chu Yu's jaw dropped.

Isn't this the colder it gets?

How did you suddenly become Wang Sheng's fanboy?