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"Hold on!" Just as Monk Dog Meat was about to say 'two', Gu Qishao suddenly stood up and said, "How could a great master learn the little tricks of self-mutilation with his precious body? The Bloodsword Sect's power is great, they did not hesitate to bet ten thousand gold on it, and also bet thirty thousand silver on Tie Qingyi's victory! " He beckoned to Qi Qiao to get ready, and in a moment, coincidentally led the restaurant manager in with a wooden tray in each hand. Everyone saw that there were two piles of banknotes on the wooden tray, tightly holding them in place with a piece of Ink Stone.

Gu Qishao signaled the two of them to place the wooden tray on the wooden table behind Duan Wuxie. "There's a total of 80,000 taels of silver here, 50,000 for Master Dog Meat and 30,000 for the Bloodsword Sect. We're betting on Tie Qingyi's victory. Senior Duan, please inspect this!"

Old Daoist Yuan heaved a sigh of relief and sighed as he returned to his seat. No matter what, this crazy monk had managed to preserve his life. He was extremely grateful to the Bloodsword Sect for their generosity and made up his mind on the inside. If someone was to harm the Bloodsword Sect in the future, he would definitely not stand by and watch without doing anything.

With the support of fifty thousand silver taels, Monk Dog Meat's arrogance suddenly soared as he straightened his back. He only felt that he had been conceited all his life, so he shook his head and said proudly, "Old Duan, I've already gotten the fifty thousand taels from me. Where's your true gold and silver?"

Duan Wuxie had never expected the Bloodsword Sect to be so rich and overbearing. Tens of thousands of silver notes were casually tossed around in the air, and their grandeur was beyond his expectations. The thirty thousand taels of silver in his possession had been stolen from the young master Jiang through gambling on the road. Where was the silver left to show off? Squinting her small eyes, she slowly turned around, planning her next move.

Monk Dog Meat chuckled and said, "Old Man Duan, if you don't have any money, then leave your belongings behind and admit defeat. Hurry up and get out of here. However, in the future, your title as a 'gambling demon' will have to be changed. According to what this poor monk has seen, how about you call it 'Once you gamble, you must flee'? "

Duan Wuxie clenched his teeth and glared, this was intolerable, the gambling demons have gambled countless times in their lives, and were invincible. He was one of the top ten experts in the world, and was known as the 'Four Evils who gamble when they meet', and he was the only one who killed everyone in every direction, causing the gamblers to be forced into a sorry state as they fled, since when had they been defeated? Hearing this, he was so angry that his entire body trembled, and he let out a shrill cry. The sound was as if a blunt weapon had scraped through iron, and the squeaking sound was terrifying.

Lei Zhen took a big step forward and fished out a few silver notes from his bosom. He counted them on the table and said loudly: "I, Lei Zhen, am betting on Tie Qingyi's victory, five thousand silver notes." Lei Zhen had a high status in the Chengdu residence. As the leader of the group, a few people immediately walked out of the crowd. They were all martial artists in the Chengdu residence, and each of them betted on Tie Qingyi's victory.

Gu Qishao laughed. "Aiyo, that's a bit of a mess. Old Man Duan probably remembers to be confused." He called for the restaurant manager and whispered some instructions to him. The steward ordered people to bring paper and pen, and then entered the wager into the register one by one. He also asked the parties concerned to solemnly draw and sign their names.

When the booklet was presented in front of Duan Wuxie, he had a look of embarrassment on his face. He rolled his eyes and said, "Wait, wait. This old man loves to gamble as long as I can live."

Monk Dog Meat nodded and said, "This humble monk can testify to this. I have no right to bet anything."

Duan Wuxie said: "Therefore, this old man wants to win some capital before making a big bet with everyone else, lest I lose my good title." He turned around and waved at River Gold. "You little rascal, come over here."

"May I ask what senior has instructed me to do?" Chiang Kai-shek's face was pained, and he was trembling with fear.

Duan Wuxie stretched out his right hand with a cunning expression and coldly asked, "Kid, do you think grandfather has four fingers on his hand, or three? You guessed right, the thirty thousand taels of gold on the table belongs to you. In addition, this old man will be your personal bodyguard for three months. If you guessed wrongly, compensate this old man with a hundred thousand silver and make a fair deal with him. How about it? "

Everyone laughed involuntarily. This old man refused to give up after getting the cut and had come to torture Jewelry Master again. However, everyone loathed Jiang Shangjin for bullying the townspeople. Under his character, everyone kept quiet and watched the show.

River Golden's forehead immediately began sweating as he stammered, "Senior …" Little... This little one no longer has a body left … "Minute, this …"

Duan Wuxie gently replied, "It's alright. If you lose, you can even write an IOU worth a hundred thousand." Who would not believe the promise of the young master of the jewelry store in the Heavenly Pavilion Garden? "

The Monk Dog Meat was annoyed that this kid had humiliated and was not a good person. He hurriedly nodded and said, "I can trust him, I can trust him!"

Leng Qing stood at the front of the crowd and looked at them with interest. She asked the Spirit Swallow Bead beside her, "Elder sister, do you have money?" Yan Lingzhu took out a piece of fifty silver and gave it to him. "Do you also want to bet on Brother Tie's victory?" "Then count me in. We'll each get 25 taels."

Leng Qing ran to the table and slammed the silver on the table. "Old grandpa, I'll bet you that you have four fingers!" Duan Wuxie was stunned for a moment before beaming with joy. He picked up a piece of fifty silver and passed it to Leng Qing, saying, "Congratulations, little brother has guessed correctly. You've won!"

Leng Qing was overjoyed. She turned her head and excitedly said, "Sister Lingzhu, we've won!" He said loudly to the restaurant manager, "Give this to me and Sister Lingzhu. We, Big Brother Tie, will win this one hundred silver taels!"

Duan Wuxie said, "Little brother, our bet this time is a bit big, we have to bet a thousand taels of silver or more. So, you should just take the silver back to buy some good food, right?"

Leng Qing pouted. Her boss was unwilling, but could do nothing about it. As he picked up the two pieces of silver and was about to leave, Nangong He laughed, "Branch Lord Bai, where is it?" Bai Yanlei stepped out and bowed.

Nangong He said in a clear voice, "We, the Beggar Gang, will also join hands with Brother Leng and Miss Ling Zhu. We will bet fifty thousand taels of silver on Brother Tie's victory." The Bastard's gang prepared for the opening ceremony, and everything was well-prepared. The several Great Helmsmen were ordered to act separately. After gathering all the silver notes and placing them on the table, Bai Yanlei signed his name on the booklet and left.

Duan Wuxie's eyes sparkled. He had gambled his entire life and had experienced many trials and hardships. However, this was the first time he had encountered such a huge fortune, and his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. Afraid that the young master would not agree to the bet and cause him to lose the bet, he glared at Jiang Zhengkai and shouted, "Jiang boy, what are you waiting for? Just now, this little brother guessed it right. Why aren't you making any noise to guess? "Speak, speak, speak!"

The heroes all thought it was funny, and River Gold wasn't stupid. The child's words were true. When it was his turn, if there were four broken pieces, the old man would break one of them. He was certain to lose.

He had already angered an old hero in the capital. He was the head of Kaifeng's Long Term Escort Office, "Thunderbolt Blade" Gao Yuan. These past few years, the long-term escort company had been protecting the jewellery business in the Heavenly Pavilion Garden. It could be said that they had a good relationship with each other. When they had walked in earlier, he had held himself back because of Jiang Shangjin's unjust actions. At this moment, Duan Wuxie was being overbearing. Out of respect for his connections and business dealings with the Heavenly Pavilion Garden, he could no longer hold himself back. He stood up, slammed the table, and shouted: "You're too much! Don't say there's no one in the capital!"

Since he had ascended to the arena, Jiang Shangjin had not dared to move or look. He raised his head and saw Gao Yuan. He shouted in joy, "Uncle Gao!"

Duan Wuxie kicked him until he tumbled to the ground. He coldly glanced at Gao Yuan and said: "Who do you think you are? How dare you stick your head out and meddle in Master Duan's affairs?"

Gao Yuan was known as the "Thunderbolt Blade". Although it described his blade technique as fast as lightning, those who knew him well knew that this old man's fiery temper was also like a thunderbolt. He was immersed in anger as he said, "This old man doesn't care if I dare or not.

The dog-meat monk pulled Leng Qing and the restaurant manager back as he tactfully retreated. With a serious expression, he drew out his long saber and took eight steps forward, one slash at a time. At the beginning, everyone was puzzled by his intention for using the first move. The two of them were quite far from each other, so they weren't able to harm Duan Wuxie in any way.

After he finished taking eight steps, everyone burst into cheers. It turned out that this move was the ultimate move of the Thunderbolt Saber Technique, the "Eight Steps in a Chains". The first few saber strikes seemed to be random and disorderly, but they contained the secret of "Eight Trigrams" and "Complementary Eight Trigrams." The final moves of the eight sabers were like a series of series of strikes, like a violent storm of thunder and lightning; it was worthy of being called a thunderbolt.

Everyone saw Duan Wuxie's slim body wrapped in saber lights, like a lone boat in a storm, in a precarious situation. "At this moment, there was a sudden 'ge' sound. Duan Wuxie seemed to shake his hand. Gao Yuan staggered back, and the long blade broke into two with a loud crack. The blade fell to the ground with an ashen face.