"Who is so brazen as to openly start gambling at the Tianjiao venue?" an unknown person asked loudly.
Then someone next to him covered his mouth.
"Keep your voice down, you want to die? Do you think everyone else is as stupid as you? This is the second master of Qingzhou Wanxiang Pavilion, who dares to pick a fight with him?"
The person who spoke immediately kept silent.
Wanxiang Pavilion is a chamber of commerce with chain stores all over the Eastern Wilderness. It has a long history and is said to have existed longer than the two great dynasties.
The top figures in Qingzhou had to be polite when they saw them.
What's wrong with someone setting up a stall?
"Master Qian, why are the odds for your Dongxu Realm so high? They are all 1 to 100. Are you mistaken?" Someone looked at the odds posted by the elder of Wanxiang Pavilion and asked in confusion.
"It should be correct. There is still a 1 to 1.0000001!" Someone pointed to the last line on the paper.
Sure enough, everyone looked over and saw the bottom line, written in a font ten times smaller:
Bai Qi, late stage of Dongxu, odds of winning are 1:1.0000001.
The Void Refining Realm is not so bad, there are no particularly outrageous odds.
“Hurry up and place your bets. This is a great opportunity to make money. No matter how much money you win, my Wanxiang Pavilion will compensate you. You can trust the reputation of Wanxiang Pavilion!” The old man looked around and said temptingly.
"That's right. Wanxiang Pavilion is a honest and trustworthy place. The whole Eastern Wasteland knows this. I'll place my bet first, betting three thousand low-level spirit stones on Nangong Third Master Nangong Yun. Nangong Yun is at the Void Perfection Realm. If I win, I'll get three hundred thousand. Hahahaha, I'm going to get rich!"
"I'm coming too. Bei Xuanxue, the proud daughter of the Bei Xuan family, was born with an icy body. During the preliminary selection, she froze a person at the Void Perfection Realm to death with her icy spiritual power. I'm going to give her three thousand low-level spirit stones."
"I'll beat Ximen Chuishui Lianxu to win the championship. Master Chuishui's swordsmanship is superb, and he will definitely win in one battle!"
"I bet Dongfang Busheng will be the first in Lianxu. Young Master Busheng's acupuncture skills are unrivaled. He is the favorite to win!"
"I am the monk Fadu from the Dongxu Field. That guy is so evil."
"......"
The bets were placed one after another, and within just a stick of incense, several storage rings filled with spirit stones were piled up in front of the old man.
A conservative estimate is that there are hundreds of millions of spirit stones.
The old man's face blossomed as brightly as a chrysanthemum.
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