"Being the dealer?"
After Li Fan finished speaking, everyone was stunned!
In this situation, how can someone still act as the dealer?
"right!"
Li Fan nodded and said, "Xiao Yun, is there a problem with using the Ten Thousand Blades Sect's endorsement to act as the bookmaker?"
"No problem at all!"
Even if we lose, it's no big deal. At worst, I'll just have my dad change the name of the Ten Thousand Blades Sect to the Thousand Blades Sect.
Anyway, no one dares to come knocking on our door to collect debts!
Long Xiaoyun appeared relaxed.
Wu Zhijin was both amused and exasperated.
Only Long Xiaoyun would dare to say such a thing.
Of course, Long Daoji really dared to do that.
He's done this kind of thing more than once or twice.
"Brother Zhang, you should set off now and make a high-profile trip to the Misty Sect."
Then spread the word that you want to lend a helping hand to the Misty Sect.
Also, Xiaoyun, you go out of the city first, and then return to the city in a high-profile manner tomorrow.
Then go to the Misty Sect to challenge Wang Taicang.
It's a 50/50 chance.
Once the news spreads, the betting will open in Tianyun City the day after tomorrow, accepting only bets on the Zhenyun Prince's Mansion.
Xiaoxiao, you stay at the inn and don't go anywhere. Head back to Nanzhou tonight.
After speaking, Li Fan looked at everyone and asked, "Is there a problem?"
"Master, it's possible that a Dragon Uncle might be ambushed."
"How about you include me?"
Li Xiaoxiao said excitedly, "Tianshui Sect also has a trading company here. I'll just transfer the staff from that company over."
Then, let someone inadvertently reveal who my father is.
With this combination, and if we set the odds a bit higher than those in the city's gambling dens, we're sure to attract a lot of people!
Birds of a feather flock together.
It would be hard for the young master not to be happy when he's with these people.
Thinking of this, Wu Zhijin looked at Li Xiaoxiao again.
Well, this little girl might just turn out to be a little devil in the future.
Master, you kill without blinking an eye, and you only do big things.
None of my several junior uncles are decent people.
Long Xiaoyun, our young master, is a shameless and despicable scoundrel.
Zhang Jin, your mouth stinks.
Wang Taicang suffered from facial paralysis.
Zhou Shenpeng, you old cunning bastard.
Yan Mingshu, the old cunning man.
......
Dusk falls, the sun sets in the west.
In early winter, the Misty Mountain already had a slight chill in the air.
More than ten disciples guarding the mountain had their long robes fluttering in the cold wind.
As martial artists, this little breeze naturally wouldn't affect them.
Just then, a chilling sword intent suddenly appeared in the sky.
A silver rainbow descended from the sky.
"This is the entrance to Misty Mountain. What brings you here?"
The disciples of Piaomiao Mountain, though possessing the arrogance of the overlords of Yunzhou.
But those who are guarding the mountain below must have some sense.
"Tell Wang Taicang that his brother Zhang Jin heard he was in trouble and came to help him!"
Zhang Jin stood with his hands behind his back, his body upright and imposing, exuding an extraordinary aura.
"Are you Zhang Jin, the Tide Swordsman of Haizhou?"
The first person to speak cupped his hands and asked.
"Besides him, does Wang Taicang have another brother like Zhang Jin?"
Seeing Zhang Jin so calm, the disciples guarding the mountain dared not delay.
One person greeted Zhang Jin as he went up the mountain, while the other hurried back to report.
Zhang Jin's lips curled into a slight smile, his heart overflowing with joy!
After today, everyone in Tianyun City will know that I, Zhang Jin, am Wang Taicang's elder brother.
Even if Wang Taicang was unwilling to admit it, he had no choice but to accept it.
Besides, given that taciturn nature of his, even if he heard it, he wouldn't bother to argue.
......
Why are you here?
Wang Taicang looked at Zhang Jin with a puzzled expression.
"I didn't want to either! But you left without saying goodbye, and Brother Fan was worried about you, so he brought us here!"
"Besides you and Brother Fan, who else is there?"
"Long Xiaoyun, Li Xiaoxiao!"
Who is Li Xiaoxiao?
"Fan Ge's first disciple!"
"oh!"
"Wang Taicang, we're here to help you, not to be your prisoners for you to interrogate!"
Zhang Jin cursed and swore.
"Thanks!"
Wang Taicang said with a serious expression.
"Alright, stop being so wishy-washy, hurry up and serve your brother Jin some tea!"
"good!"
After Wang Taicang brought over the tea, Zhang Jin continued, "Brother Fan said that things in Yunzhou are not simple."
Tuoba Ye is at odds with the Jixia Academy, and he is also plotting something with another unknown force.
King Zhenyun also had ill intentions.
The Heavenly Gu Sect and the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect definitely have backup plans.
Looking around, only your Misty Sect seems truly innocent.
"It was I who persuaded my father to agree to join the Martial Arts Alliance, after all, Brother Fan's side..."
"It really was you!"
Before Wang Taicang could finish speaking, Zhang Jin interrupted, "Brother Fan already guessed it."
However, none of this matters anymore.
Next, have your father speak to Prince Zhenyun.
Let me participate in the arena battle too.
Furthermore, you should be mentally prepared that the Zhenyun Prince's Mansion will be defeated in this great battle!
"Okay, I'll tell my dad!"
Wang Taicang got up and prepared to leave.
"Wait, aren't you curious why we lost?"
Zhang Jin suddenly spoke up.
"I'm not curious, because if Brother Fan wants to, I'll be the first to admit defeat!"
Whether the Martial Arts Alliance is established or not is not important to me.
The important thing is Fan Ge's attitude.
Wang Taicang remained calm. Some people, even if they only spend a few days together, are destined to be brothers.
Some people, even if they live in the same mountain gate, can only be two strangers.
"Wow, you've gotten quite the smooth talker these past few days!"
"I don't want you, your mouth stinks!"
"You little brat, you're asking for it!"
Zhang Jin raised his hand, and his sword energy surged like a rainbow.
Wang Taicang turned around and drew his sword to parry.
Clang!
A sharp clang of metal rang out, and Wang Taicang was sent flying backward.
You broke through?
A hint of surprise appeared on Wang Taicang's calm face.
"That's right, following Brother Fan, breaking through realms is as easy as drinking water!"
Zhang Jin smiled as he sheathed his longsword, but a hint of sorrow appeared in his eyes.
If he could save his brothers' lives, he would rather never break through to a higher level.
My condolences.
"Get lost, get lost! Do I need your comforting?"
......
"Qianhuanfang's latest odds!"
The Prince of Zhenyun's Mansion wins, with odds of 6 to 1.
"Kangrongfang's latest odds!"
The Prince of Zhenyun's Mansion wins, with odds of 7 to 1.
"Cheng'anfang's latest odds!"
The Heavenly Gu Sect wins, with odds of 2 to 5.
"Latest odds for Dongyaofang".
The Heavenly Gu Sect wins, payout is 3 to 1!
Tianyun City, underground gambling den.
The odds change almost every hour.
Some people have already staked their entire fortune.
Many others, however, are still observing.
......
"Okay, okay!"
Zhang Jin's arrival came at just the right time.
Now the plan is even more secure!
At the Zhenyun Prince's Mansion, Zhou Wucheng burst into laughter.
The top twenty talents from the two major ranking lists will represent the royal family in the battle.
Who would think the Prince's Mansion would lose?
Even a fool knows that the time to make money has arrived!
Tomorrow, I'll add fuel to the fire myself.
The odds for Wangfu to win have been lowered again.
At that point, who will suspect it's a setup?
......
"Brother Fan, why don't we just smash through Nanzhou this time?"
In Nantian City, at the Zhenwu Division Governor's Office, Yan Mingshu looked at Li Fan with a surprised expression.
"Am I a serial killer in your eyes?"
"Isn't it...?"
Before Yan Mingshu could finish speaking, Zhumie was pressed against his forehead.
"My dear brother, I'll fight anyone who says you're a serial killer!"
Yan Mingshu changed the subject, a fawning smile appearing on his face.
"Young man Yan, you have absolutely no integrity befitting a scholar!"
Han Yan said with a playful, teasing expression.
"Old Han, you'd better say that if a knife was pointed at your head!"
Yan Mingshu glared at Han Yan.
Immediately afterwards, a sword was pressed against his forehead.
Han Yan looked at Yan Mingshu with a half-smile: "Yan boy, what did you say?"
"Old man, I can't hear you!"
"Old Han, it doesn't have to be like this!"
Yan Mingshu had a long face.
I can't live like this anymore!
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