"Four for one?"
"Five for one?"
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"One pays ten! As long as you take out one hundred thousand taels of silver, it will be one million taels in a blink of an eye. If you take out one million taels, it will be ten million in a blink of an eye. Where can you find such a good opportunity? Think of it as a fun Well, one hundred thousand taels and one million taels is not a big amount to you, you can't buy it at a loss and you can't be fooled, if you don't make a move, it will be too late." Ling Baobao yelled in an extremely sensational tone.
Not to mention, his sensationalism was not in vain. Looking at the eyes of those people, it seemed that he was really hesitant.
Nie Fang was so angry that his whole body was trembling slightly. No one would bet if he lost ten. Could it be that in the eyes of outsiders, this Mu Hanyan, who has only learned sword casting for less than a day, is of such a level? With a small success, isn't it worthless compared to Mu Hanyan
"I'll make a bet!" Nie Fang was so angry that he threw out a stack of bank notes.
Baby Ling took the bank note, his hands trembling with excitement. More than 10 million, this is more than 10 million, how many infertility treatments he has to treat to make this much money.
That's right, in his opinion, this is not gambling at all, it is easier than changing money.
"By the way, there is also you. Didn't you bet a million just now? This time, I will bet a little more. You can see that other people have bet on black faces." Ling Baobao said to Qiu Zizhong again, and when he got excited, he gave him to Nie. Fang Shengqi's nickname came out.
Nie black face! Everyone looked at Nie Fangsheng's face and wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud.
Nie Fangsheng clenched his fists tightly, his already dark face became even darker.
"Two million, I don't believe it anymore. No matter how talented Mu Hanyan is, he can still beat Mrs. Nie." Qiu Zizhong actually didn't want to bet anymore, but he couldn't get out of the stage because of Ling Baobao, so he had to Another two million taels of silver notes were thrown at Ling Baobao.
This is also his last property. Although the Qiu family is one of the three major families in Dongzhou County, it can be considered a great family, but the qualifications of the children in the family are not bad, and there are dozens of people who stay in Longyan College. Many, so Qiu Zizhong's share is not too high.
"Young Master Qiu bet another two million, who else, who else?" Baobao Ling didn't bother to talk to him, took the banknote and shouted loudly.
It is estimated that it was influenced by Nie Fangsheng and Qiu Zizhong, or it may be that Ling Baobao's odds of 10 to 10 plus the sensationalism played a role, and then someone made some bets, but they were not as generous as them , appearing to be more cautious.
Ling Baobao was still smiling happily. Mu Hanyan didn't dislike the lack of mosquito meat, and neither did he.
Seeing that Ling Baobao had almost picked up the money, Mu Hanyan didn't delay any longer, and came to the sword casting furnace again.
"Raise the fire, turn on the furnace!" Mu Hanyan yelled softly, and Tan Yu and the others pulled up the bellows again, and a faint blue flame floated up, condensing like substance.
The exquisite forging sword hammer in Ling Hanyan's hand also swung wonderful arcs again.
"This...how is this possible?" Everyone looked at Mu Hanyan's movements in surprise.
Even Nie Fangsheng was shocked and took a step forward subconsciously.
In everyone's mind, even if Mu Hanyan had read the Nie family's ancestral sword-casting secret book, after all, the time was too short, the total time was less than a quarter of an hour, and there was no one to point it out, so it must be stiff and dull. Even full of mistakes and omissions.
But now, the sword casting technique in Mu Hanyan's hands is not at all blunt or sluggish, and flows smoothly, as if it has been practiced countless times.
Impossible, impossible! Nie Fangsheng opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't close it for a long time.
As a descendant of the Nie family, he has been regarded as the once-in-a-thousand-year sword-making genius of the Nie family since he was a child. Of course, he understands the difficulty of the twenty-four methods of strengthening the front and nourishing the mind better than others.
Although there are only 12 more techniques than the casting and bone forging technique above, but these techniques are all infinitely mysterious, and there is no room for any difference. It is also for this reason that it took him seven years to barely master the twenty-four techniques, and it took him decades to finally grasp the essence of them and make them fluent.
Mu Hanyan learned them all after just a few glances, and even with Nie Fangsheng's critical eyes, he couldn't find any mistakes.
How on earth did he do it? Nie Fangsheng never believed that there would be such a heaven-defying talent in the world.
Could it be that he has already learned this technique? Nie Fangsheng couldn't help guessing like this.
But soon, he denied his guess.
Recalling the scene when Mu Hanyan came to the Zhanlong branch yesterday, no matter how you look at it, he came here sincerely to study. If he had really learned this set of sword-making techniques, there is no need to do anything extra. And at that time, I didn't know about Qiu Yongcheng's failure in the trial of the Beast Soul Palace. Mu Hanyan had just been admitted to the hospital, so it was impossible for him to know about his relationship with Qiu Yongcheng, and it was impossible for him to intentionally ruin his position because of Qiu Yongcheng.
But if that wasn't the case, how could he have mastered the twenty-four methods of sharpening the front and cultivating the mind so proficiently just by looking at it a few times.
Nie Fangsheng was full of doubts in his heart, and looked more carefully at Mu Hanyan's free-wheeling tricks.
Suddenly, Nie Fangsheng raised his thick eyebrows.
Sword intent! In Mu Hanyan's sword-forging technique, he actually sensed a vast and mysterious sword intent.
Could it be... Could the legend be true? Nie Fangsheng was shocked.
It has to be said that Nie Fangsheng's strength is not outstanding among the teachers of Longyan Academy, but as the number one swordsmith in the academy, his eyesight is not bad at all.
Mu Hanyan's twenty-four methods of sharpening the front and nourishing the mind at this time appear to be the sword-casting techniques passed down by the Nie family ancestors, but in fact, they are performed with the way of swordsmanship.
After rehearsing it over and over again in her mind, Mu Hanyan discovered that this set of sword casting methods actually originated from sword techniques, and it has the same meaning as the Jiutian Xingluo sword.
Although she still couldn't comprehend this sword-forging technique thoroughly for a while, but with her comprehension of Jiutian Xingluo sword, it is not difficult to use the method of swordsmanship to perform this sword-forging method.
Of course, if it was just like this, she would not dare to conduct the assessment rashly. After all, the way of the sword is the way of the sword, and casting a sword is casting a sword. It also has its shape but no spirit, and it is impossible to cast a sword of blood and guts.
But don't forget, Mu Hanyan also has Chaos Skyfire. It is indeed the source of all fires that Ling Baobao said. Although this chaotic sky fire has no spiritual consciousness, it has spirituality. That spirituality is not even inferior to any legendary beasts. As soon as it recognizes its master, it has already integrated into the laws of heaven and earth in the Holy Court Continent among.