Yang Qingxuan said: "Okay, I want to gamble, when can I start?"
There was joy in Mr. Lu's eyes, and he said with a smile: "Haha, you can do it anytime. Those audiences like to watch new characters the most. You adjust your mentality, I'll let people prepare, and you can play in the next round."
After all, he asked someone to take Yang Qingxuan down to prepare. It was still the horse boy from before who led Yang Qingxuan to a resting place.
Yang Qingxuan asked suddenly: "Is Wen Wen also a staff member here?"
The young man was taken aback, then smiled and said: "It's a part-time job, she is still a student after all. The salary is drawn from you people. For example, if you are introduced by her, she can get one-tenth of your income. So the more you earn, the more she earns. But we are paid a dead wage, more than the top and the bottom is more than the bottom.”
Ma Zai thought for a while, and added: "However, Wen Wen is a relatively conservative girl, and she doesn't earn much. Many girls will provide wonderful services in order to attract powerful customers, you know."
He chuckled twice, and said: "If you can help her make more money, maybe you can... Many customers are interested in her, but it is said that no one has ever gotten one." Lower lip and tongue.
Yang Qingxuan was bored, waved him to retreat, and meditated.
He had just put on Ugin's cassock, and he wasn't quite used to it yet. He was a little short of breath after coming all the way from the academy, but he didn't show it.
At this moment, run the Qingyang Martial Arts Classic to relax all limbs, muscles and bones, slowly adjust physical fitness and restore vitality.
Under the gravity field of the Wujin cassock, even running the Qingyang Martial Arts is extremely difficult, and the recovery speed of the physical body seems to have slowed down.
Yang Qingxuan's heart suddenly moved, and above the big vertebrae on the back of his neck, a stream of pure energy spread out, coordinating with the Qingyang martial arts, causing the original force to gallop in his body like a dragon like an elephant.
"It's the Death Soul Stone..."
Yang Qingxuan secretly said: "I don't know what kind of secrets the dead soul stone contains. It turns into a dragon on my neck. Could it be that this is a soul stone transformed by a dragon-shaped martial soul after death?"
He guessed for a while, but couldn't grasp the point, so he had to give up and start to practice quietly.
After a while, the boy's voice interrupted him, calling: "My lord, my lord, it's your turn to play."
Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes and said, "Who is the opponent?"
Ma Zai said with a smile: "Mr. Lu was afraid that you would not be able to show your strength in the preliminary round, so he arranged for a master of the ninth level of the Qi Martial Realm to fight with you. However, that master is not a student."
Yang Qingxuan nodded and said: "I understand what you mean. If you are not a student, I am afraid that you have rich experience and combat experience. It is not easier to deal with students at the tenth level of Qiwu."
Ma Zai was startled, and praised: "My lord, you are really smart."
Yang Qingxuan smiled slightly, and rewarded him with a few gold coins. The horse boy was even more joyful, and took him to the gambling arena.
The gambling arena is located in a hidden underground building, and it is done very cleverly. The moonlight can penetrate the dome and shine in, falling into the huge ring-shaped gambling arena, illuminating the black bloodstains that have dried up in the field.
The staff was cleaning up the environment in the venue, washing away the blood. It seemed that someone had been carried down, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
There were tens of thousands of people sitting around in the auditorium, and wild laughter continued to erupt, "That kid is too inexperienced. He is also in the middle stage of Lingwu, and his head was chopped off by the other party!", "I lost three bets!" 100,000 gold coins, you really deserve a thousand knives!", "There seems to be something wrong with the knives in the opponent's hands, it's not an ordinary weapon."…
The host quickly ran to the center of the venue and said in a loud voice: "The next game will be a wonderful betting fight for everyone by two strong men in the Qi Wu realm. They are Peng Hai, who is at the ninth level of Qi Wu, and he is thirty-three years old. , Fifteen years old against Yang Qingxuan, who is on the tenth level of fighting spirit and martial arts."
As soon as the voice fell, there were shouts all around, "Haha, you're a kid from Tiancong Academy again.", "At the age of fifteen, you have the tenth level of Qi and martial arts, tsk tsk, it's really good!", "Go, go, I will I like to watch shredded meat, haha!"
The host smiled slightly and said loudly: "You can place your bets, and the betting will start after a stick of incense."
In a corner of the viewing platform, a graceful figure emerged, it was Wen Wen, his face suddenly changed, and he said in surprise: "Peng Hai? Why is it Peng Hai?!"
Her face turned pale, and her eyes were filled with anger.
"Hey, why is it Peng Hai? Because I arranged it, hahaha!"
A sound of wild laughter sounded beside Wen Wen, and a fat round figure appeared beside Wen Wen. His face was swollen and his facial features were huddled together. He laughed grinningly and said, "If you offend me, the person you brought will never win."
Wen Wen stared at the man and said angrily: "Cui Zhirong, you are so vicious!"
Cui Zhirong's eyes turned on Wen Wen unscrupulously, and he said in a hey voice: "Hehe, is there any? As long as you are willing (cannot be described), the arrangement for gambling in the future will naturally be easy to discuss."
"Young Master Rong, Young Master Rong."
A seductive and charming woman came over and said coquettishly: "What's so good about this little girl, she is not as beautiful as me in terms of face, and she is not as good as me in other aspects. It is enough to have me (undescribable) Rong Shao."
Cui Zhirong pushed her away and scolded: "What do you know, I want to play something new."
The woman refused to give up, and said coquettishly: "Well, I am not fresh, why am I not fresh!"
"Snapped!"
Cui Zhirong slapped her across the face, and the woman she slapped was stunned, "Hey, you (undescribable), how many people have played this game, and still say you are fresh? I am really (undescribable), don't let me get sick!" Just fine!"
The woman sat on the ground covering her face, staring at Wen Wen with resentment.
Cui Zhirong chuckled, stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Wen's chin, and said with a smirk: "How about it, do you want that little fresh meat named Yang Qingxuan to live? Do you want to earn more credits? If you want to, be obedient (indescribable)."
Wen Wen clapped his hands away angrily, and said with a sneer, "Go ahead and dream your dreams! Then Yang Qingxuan will die if he dies, it's none of my business, but it's just another useless effort. Although I need credits, but Not in a hurry, huh!" With a flick of his blue hair, he left straight away.
Cui Zhirong's face twisted instantly, and he roared: "Okay, okay! Let you pretend to be noble, there will always be a day (indescribable) begging me!" He waved his hand, and said to the subordinates behind him: "Tell that Peng Hai, I will wait for you later!" Tear up Yang Qingxuan completely, no matter how cruel you are! I want her to know gently that anyone who dares not to listen to me will never earn any credits!"
"yes!"
The person behind him immediately bowed down.
Cui Zhirong looked at Wen Wen's leaving figure, the more he couldn't get it, the more itchy, (undescribable), turned around and grabbed the woman's hair on the ground, and dragged her back to the room.
(end of this chapter)