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The young woman bowed and said, in a clear voice, "Since Mister Duan asked me to set the question, then I'll bet within three digits. If the two of you don't hurry up and get lost, I'll make sure both of your heads fall off. I don't know if you'll bet or not, Mister Duan."

Her laughter was soft and there was no anger in her tone. However, for some reason, everyone who heard it felt chilled to the bone. No one found it funny.

Wang Song and Old Daoist Yuan had expected that the young woman would not give up, but they did not expect her to have the intention to kill them.

The green-gowned scholar waited for his wife to finish speaking before standing up and turning around to face Duan Wuxie and Gao Yu. His gaze paused slightly below the two's ribs and at the location of their dantian before he slowly placed his right hand on his sword.

Duan Wuxie and Gao Yu's facial expressions changed drastically. The scholar's eyes were fixed on the spot where the two's martial arts were supposed to be. The scholar casually stood there, but the moment his hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his entire aura changed.

A green robe fluttered without any wind, from head to toe, it seemed to have become ethereal. In the eyes of the crowd, it seemed as if a towering mountain had suddenly appeared. Even Wang Song and Old Daoist Yuan could feel layers of oppressive auras approaching them.

Old Yuan, Wang Song, and the two beauties, they were all one of the few experts in the martial arts world, and could not be compared with the other martial artists in the building. The green-clothed scholar's sword had not left the scabbard, but the sword intent had already pierced into the hearts of the people. The four of them recognized what was going on, and turned pale in the face.

Wang Song and Old Daoist Yuan were not bad, but the gambling about the two evils was really shocking. The two of them had roamed the martial arts world for dozens of years, but this was the first time they had encountered such an overbearing sword intent.

Tie Qingyi's Yin-Yang Fusion Sword Skill was unrivalled in the world, agile and illusory. Gao Yu personally experienced it and was convinced of his defeat. But the fear did not rise in his heart, and the scholar's sword was still hidden in the scabbard in front of him, causing a sudden wave of fear to rise in his heart.

The two of them looked at each other, their sword intent piercing, rarely seen in a hundred years. They all simultaneously thought of a legend that had been circulating in the martial arts world for a long time. A great doubt appeared in their minds, "Fleeting Sword Intent?"

He thought to himself, "This is really a bad year. Could it be that I accidentally provoked the owner of the legendary Fleeting Sword?" Thinking of this, the two of them were scared and frustrated.

The young married woman looked at the two of them for a long time without saying anything. She then asked in a delicate voice, "Mister Duan has always had the reputation of 'betting on everything you meet' in the martial arts world. What's wrong?" Could it be that fear arose in their hearts, and they did not dare to accept the challenge? "

Duan Wuxie and Gao Yu were dumbstruck, speechless.

The young woman's tone suddenly turned stern as she chanted in a cold voice, "One!"

His voice was short and forceful, with only a few words, yet it was like a sharp awl piercing into the face, and it was more like a heavy hammer striking against the chests of Duan Wuxie and Gao Yu, causing the two of them to stagger back, feeling uneasy.

However, the situation was extremely tense. The two of them were already on the verge of becoming tigers. However, if they were to bear with the humiliation and withdraw from Stalwart Yuan Tower, it would be too embarrassing. In the future, they would be destined to become a laughingstock in the martial arts world. It would be difficult for them to raise their head again. On the other hand, if the other party was really the person he was thinking of, it would be hard to say whether he could keep his head or not after those three rings.

On the other side, Wang Song scratched his head. He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly shouted, "Madam, please wait!"

The young woman was slightly surprised. She didn't say the word 'two' but restrained the chilliness: "Master, do you have anything to say?"

If it was someone else asking this question, Wang Song would not hesitate to explain himself so that he could correct the name and correct his own reputation. However, he did not dare to show any mercy to the young woman. He clasped his fists and said seriously, "We have a presumptuous request, I hope Madam can grant it."

The young woman saw that he was very courteous, so she bowed and said, "Please speak, Master."

Wang Song thanked him and walked to the middle of the restaurant. He took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket and put a few yellow ingots on top of it. He cleared his throat and said loudly, "We are rich in gold and silver. Today is a joyous occasion, when a noble man is punishing and exterminating evil, let's join in the fun in our house. We'll add some rewards to this esteemed lady and set up a gamble to cheer her on. "

As he said that, he pointed to the silver and gold notes on the table and continued, "With my family in charge now, Duan Wuxie and Gao Yu, these two old fellows, will roll down the stairs within three digits. If any of you heroes disagree, bet on it. If we lose, the bet will be 1 to 5. "

The young woman laughed involuntarily. This monk, Wu Yu, had actually used a single sentence from her to make a bet and even didn't hesitate to throw out such a huge gamble book. She turned to the scholar and smiled. "With such a gamble, it's no wonder that it would return back to the common people."

The scholar gave a faint smile, and the solemn atmosphere of the building began to subtly fade.

Wang Song was overjoyed. "Oh? Young master actually mentioned me? Our family is extremely honored. " As soon as he felt happy, he started to be generous and confidently promised the young woman, "Madam, if you can help us, we will help you." If it is calculated that our family will be able to work with Madam on this, then we will definitely be able to easily slaughter everyone here. When the time comes, we will earn fifty percent of the profits.

The young woman was surprised and smiled: "I have money to earn too?"

Wang Song was afraid that she would disagree, so he quickly added, "How about 60-40%, Madam will take all 60-10%, and we will take 40%, how about that?"

The young woman laughed and immediately responded, "Deal!" Seeing his wife so happy, the scholar did not stop her, but instead took his hand away from the hilt of his sword.

When Wang Song heard the young woman's straightforward reply, he immediately regretted it a little. It seemed that fifty percent was not going to be refused by the young woman. However, he could not show it to the public. Wang Song put on a joyful expression and said, "Okay, it's a deal. "Then, I'll have to trouble Madam not to shout out the remaining two words. We'll begin the gambling house right away."

Looking at the people in the pavilion, he incited, "Has everyone heard it clearly? If we lose, it'll be 1 to 5. " When he said this, some of the gamblers in the pavilion were attracted by his words and were eager to give it a try.

Wang Song looked at them one by one and said, "Let me calculate for everyone. If you bet 1000 taels of silver and win, it would be a waste of 5000 taels of silver." Heroes, five thousand taels of gold and silver, what kind of concept is that? "How many beautiful wives can you marry?"

The young woman could not help but laugh. She felt that this monk was truly full of all sorts of poisons. It was truly inconceivable. However, after he instigated them again, someone came over and bet five hundred silvers that Wang Song would lose the bet.

Wang Song was beaming with joy. He laughed and said, "Thank you for your support. Thank you for your support. Any other men who want to marry more, please come out bravely. Do not miss the opportunity."

The crowd burst into laughter. They all thought that he was sick, but he was actually elated when they bet on him to lose.

Duan Wuxie was furious. He had thought that this monk was still vulgar and had changed his personality, so he decided to stick out and help him. Who would have thought that he would come up with such a trick and make a fool out of himself.

Besides, he was a gambler all his life, so when had he ever made a bet? He could not help but glare at Wang Song, his hair standing on end in anger. This scene, in the eyes of others, restored the domineering aura of the devil in the past.

Some people glanced at the weak looking young woman and the scholar. Although they had a domineering attitude, Duan Wuxie and Gao Yu were both famous in the martial arts world for decades. Regardless of their reputation or status, they were both dazzling golden signboards. Many people had come to a conclusion after these two comparisons.

In just a split-second, a few people had bet silver. Naturally, all of them bet on Duan Wuxie and Gu Ruoyun to win. Some people looked at Wang Song with pity, but also with sympathy. He had just won a large sum of money yesterday, and couldn't wait to return the money to the vulgar. After enjoying the wealth for a whole day, he had become a pauper in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the young woman glanced at the silver ingots and banknotes on the table. She smiled and asked, "Master, do you still want to continue?"

Wang Song hurriedly said, "Madam, please wait for a moment. It's still a little short of the amount. Please allow us to continue shouting."

The lustering lotus flower stirred again, and two people walked out from the crowd hesitantly. They seemed to be wearing the clothes of the rich families in the city, carefully betting three hundred taels of silver.

He reckoned that these two people were not worried about winning or losing, but rather they were scared when they faced the many evil men from the martial arts world!

Although there was a small harvest, it was still far from the target. Wang Song was disappointed. His eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the restaurant's deacon standing at the corner, his eyes immediately lit up. He waved his hand and approached the deacon, smiling as he asked: "May I ask if you have silver taels with you?"

The manager personally saw the Sect Leader helping him win 50,000 silver from Duan Wuxie yesterday. He knew that he and the Sect Leader had a close relationship, so he thought Wang Song wanted his help. "Yes..."

As he spoke, he took out two thousand taels of silver and placed it in front of Wang Song. He said, "I bet two thousand taels on behalf of the restaurant. If the Master knew, he wouldn't blame us."

"Ai …" I'm not asking you to bet on our victory. " Wang Song took the banknotes and placed them across from him. He shook his head and said, "If you want to bet, we will lose."

The restaurant manager gave an "ah" sound as he opened his eyes wide and hurriedly said, "But …" However, I want to represent the restaurant to bet on you winning. "

Wang Song let out a laugh and comforted him, "It's all the same, all of you are participating."

How could the silver that he had won be divided among others? Wang Song was secretly pleased with himself. He was afraid that a change would happen if he was late, so he quickly said to the young woman, "The gambling match is now over. Madam, please continue."

The young woman said in a charming voice, "Thank you for your hard work, master." He slowly walked two steps towards Duan Wuxie and spoke, "Two!"

The green-clothed book grew and stood by his wife's side. His hand was once again on the sword hilt. Immediately, a majestic and oppressive sword intent spread out, invading her eyelashes.

The restaurant was in complete silence. Countless pairs of eyes stared wide-eyed, waiting for the soft 'three' of the young woman to sound out. Whether it was Duan Wuxie and Gao Yu frantically rolling around, or the heads falling to the ground, or the scholar and his wife's corpse, everyone was waiting to see.

Duan Wuxie and Gao Yu's faces were ashen, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads.