"Let's bet on who will win, Mu Hanyan or Mu Feng, and we will pay one hundred for each," Mu Nan said.
"Oh, I bet on Mu Hanyan to win." Mu Cheng said subconsciously without even thinking about it.
"Ah?" There were exclamations all around, and they almost suspected that there was something wrong with their ears.
"You're right, really betting that Mu Hanyan will win?" This time, it was Mu Nan's turn to look at Mu Cheng like an idiot.
"En." Mu Cheng nodded. In fact, when he finished that sentence, even he himself felt strange, as if he said it instinctively.
"Then how much do you bet?" Nan asked.
"Ten taels of silver." Mu Cheng said, ten taels of silver is nothing to him, just treat it as a joke, and don't bother to change his words.
"Okay, okay, ten taels is ten taels." Mu Nan originally wanted to join in the fun, but unfortunately no one paid attention to him, only Mu Cheng, who had been stupid for a long time, took the initiative to give him ten taels of silver, so he was very happy Scratch your ears and cheeks.
At this time, Mu Nan never thought about losing at all. When he thought about it, it was already too late.
"Idiot, why are you gambling when you know you're bound to lose? Isn't ten taels of silver money? You can't waste it like this." Someone beside him said disapprovingly.
"It's strange. Didn't Mu Cheng find Mu Hanyan the most unpleasant in the past? Why did he suddenly change his sex when he was young?" Another person looked at Mu Cheng suspiciously. To actually support Mu Hanyan, shouldn't he buy Mu Fengying who has a good relationship with him? What the hell is going on with Mu Cheng today
Mu Cheng pretended not to see or hear these, and looked up at the two people on the field.
At this time, both Mu Hanyan and Mu Feng had reached the middle of the martial arts arena, and they stood facing each other.
"Let's do it, I'll give you three moves." Mu Feng said arrogantly as he put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Wait." Mu Hanyan said suddenly.
"Why, figured it out, and want to ask for mercy?" Mu Feng said contemptuously.
"No, you misunderstood." Mu Hanyan shook his head, turned around and ran in front of Mu Nan, took out a bank note and stuffed it into his hand, "You pay one hundred, right? I'll pay you one hundred taels of silver. Bet on me to win."
After saying this, before Mu Nan could react, he trotted a few steps back to Mu Feng.
Holding the bank note, Mu Nan smirked, it turned out that it wasn't just Mu Chengqian who was stupid, there was another one who was even more stupid, so stupid that he didn't even have self-knowledge. Even if you want to be angry, you don't need to gamble with money, one hundred taels of silver is enough for him to eat and drink for a long time.
Mu Feng's face turned dark. He thought that Mu Hanyan would beg for mercy, but he didn't know that others had bet on him. I really don't know where this trash got his confidence.
"Okay, you can do it now. I'll let you do three tricks so that you won't say that I'm bullying you." Mu Hanyan twitched the corner of his mouth, said with a chuckle, and returned the words to Mu Feng.
"Hmph!" Mu Feng was so angry that he didn't bother to talk nonsense anymore, so he drew out his long sword and slashed at Mu Hanyan.
The long sword was like a rainbow, whistling soaring into the sky, on the sharp sword body, a glaring silver light suddenly lit up, so bright that one could barely open his eyes.
Condensing the sword with strength is the mark of a fifth-level swordsman—the state of concentration.
Rank five swordsmen can be said to be a watershed for swordsmen. From the first level to the fourth level, the swordsman is just a simple increase in strength, and to put it bluntly, it is just a big strength, but at the fifth level, mastering the art of coagulation is a qualitative change.
Condensing the sword with force, any long sword will transform into a magic weapon, cutting iron like mud, unstoppable, and the power of the sword will be doubled.