Hearing this, Yang Jinchao smiled and then clasped his fists and said, "Brothers, my name is Yang Jinchao, and I'm here to participate in the life and death competition."
"Yang Jinchao?"
"Oh! It's you. You don't have to wait in line. Come in quickly. We bet on you to win."
"You have to work hard." A staff member patted Yang Jinchao on the shoulder and said with a smile.
Yang Jinchao smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you down."
Then, he looked at Lu Jing proudly and followed three staff members into the competition arena.
At this time, the man who was cut in line by Yang Jin walked up to him and said, "Brother, have you offended him?"
Lu Jingzhi shrugged, looking confused: "No, I don't know him."
The man asked curiously: "Do you know his brother?"
Lu Jingzhi thought for a moment and said, "Well, I seem to have some impression of it."
The man sighed and advised, "Hey, brother, maybe they don't like you, so they are causing trouble for you. You should be careful."
Lu Jingzhi nodded and expressed his gratitude: "Okay, thank you for the reminder, brother."
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The betting area is located two hundred meters away from the competition arena. It is a spacious hall with transparent walls on all sides. There are dozens of tables and chairs inside, and it is already full at this moment.
While drinking tea, they enthusiastically discussed tonight's game and betting.
On the wooden wall in front, there was a huge white paper hanging, on which were written each contestant's number, fake name and corresponding cultivation level.
After Yan An found Jing Yan Qi Shi Ba's number, he came to the counter.
"Put number seventy-eight on me."
A fat boy was looking at the list on the table and raised his head impatiently: "You can't read it yourself..."
However, when he saw Yan An's beautiful face, the words that were about to come out of his mouth were instantly swallowed back.
"Ladies...which number do you want to bet on?" the little fat man asked flatteringly.
"Seventy-eight."
"Seventy-eight?"
The little fat man showed a surprised expression, quickly took out a list of small numbers, and quickly found number seventy-eight.
"Girl, you will definitely lose if you bet on him. It's better to bet on number one. His name is Yang Jinchao. He is very powerful and will definitely win. But the odds are a bit low." The little fat man suggested kindly.
"Stop talking nonsense, just press me when I tell you to."
Yan An's voice was cold and majestic, and the terrifying aura she exuded scared the little fat man.
He nodded in agreement quickly, picked up a thin brush, and carefully wrote on the list.
"Miss...how much money do you want to bet?" the little fat man asked cautiously.
At this time, Yan An took out four bags of spirit stones from the storage ring, which contained a total of 12,000 medium-grade spirit stones.
She placed all the spirit stones on the table and said calmly, "All in."
She had hardly ever used the money Lu Jingzhi had given her before, and there were still a full ten thousand spirit stones stored in it.
Nan Ye, like Lu Jingzhi, also bet more than a thousand coins.
The little fat boy stared at the bulging bag in Yan An's hand with wide eyes, muttering to himself: "Twelve thousand pieces, so many should not be mid-grade spirit stones."
[However, when he opened the bag, he was surprised to find that the color and size of these spirit stones were obviously several times better than those of lower-grade spirit stones.]
He stretched out his fingers with trembling hands and carefully touched the spirit stones, finally confirming that they were all mid-grade spirit stones.
"This...this...girl, how many mid-grade spirit stones did you bet?" The little fat man was so nervous that his voice trembled.
Yan An replied casually, "Not many, only about 12,000."
"What! More than twelve thousand?!" The little fat man suddenly raised his voice, and his exclamation exploded like a bomb, instantly attracting the attention of the people around him.
Just then, a shrewd man in his fifties, wearing a round hat and a goatee, walked over quickly.
"Xiao Liu, what's wrong with you? You're making so much noise, what if you disturb other guests?"
The fat boy quickly grabbed his hand and stepped forward, saying, "Boss, this girl is betting over 12,000 mid-grade spirit stones!"
"More than twelve thousand?"
The shopkeeper's voice suddenly rose, his eyes widened, and he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him in disbelief.
At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on her. Some were amazed by her beauty, while others were surprised that she bet so many spirit stones.
"Are you still going to pay? If not, I'll go to another shop to pay." After she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to take the money back, but the shopkeeper quickly grabbed her wrist.
"Girl, who are you trying to suppress?"
"Number seventy-eight."
At this time, the little fat man couldn't help but persuade: "Girl, why not bet on Yang Jin..."
Suddenly, with a loud slap, the shopkeeper slapped the fat boy hard on the face and glared at him fiercely out of the corner of his eye.
Then, the shopkeeper said with a smile: "No problem, number 78, right?"
"Um."
The shopkeeper took a look at the list, a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal, smiled and praised: "Miss, you really have a good eye. You have found such a talent."
"I'll write the order for you right now." After saying that, he lowered his head and wrote quickly, as if he was afraid that Yan An would suddenly change his mind.
After a few minutes, he finally finished filling out the betting form, wrote down the spirit stones to be bet one by one, stamped it, and then handed the form to Yan An.
"Girl, within twelve hours after the match, come to me and exchange this ticket. The higher the odds, the more money you can win."
"Well, I understand that."
Yan An nodded slightly to show that he understood.
She took the order, then took Nan Ye's hand and left...
At this moment, people on the side began to talk.
"Shopkeeper Li, you are really lucky today. You got an order worth tens of thousands of medium-grade spirit stones."
"Yes, Shopkeeper Li, you are so lucky!"
Facing the envy and congratulations of the crowd, Shopkeeper Li simply smiled, waved his hand and said, "It's still unclear who will win or lose."
Hearing this, others expressed confusion.
One of them asked, "So Yang Jinchao's victory is a foregone conclusion, isn't it?"
Another person also agreed: "Yes, this number 78 is only at the five-star level of the Mysterious Spirit Realm. How can he win the championship?"
Others mocked, "That's right, this girl is beautiful, but unfortunately she's not very smart."
As soon as these words were spoken, a burst of laughter immediately erupted throughout the hall.
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