After saying this, the third prince turned around and took his entourage to prepare for leaving. When Sten's usually calm face became a little angry, the third prince slowly turned his head and said: "I lost, I In my own name, I promise you something.WWw.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.COm"
With a sound of 'Wow--', all the nobles couldn't help but cast their eyes on Basten. After all, the third prince said that if Basten and others really win, they will make a lot of money. The promise of the prince of the kingdom. Although it is in my personal name. As for Basten and others, losing is just an apology. For nobles, as long as it is a formal competition, there is no shame in losing. In a competition, no one can win or lose.
Basten was also a little stunned for a moment. In his opinion, the third prince would at most promise to apologize to them if he lost. But now this condition is really too unexpected.
Watching the third prince and his companions walking gracefully towards the passage, the hall on the fifth floor seemed a bit silent.
"Hmph, who cares about your promise? It's in your own name." Ling Feng sneered, "Even in the name of your prince, we don't care about it. I tell you, if you lose, you just wait to give us a apology. Just apologize and be sincere. Also, remember not to be used as a weapon in the future... "
The third prince was about to go downstairs when he suddenly seemed trembling after hearing Ling Feng's words. In the end, he still held back and did not look back at Ling Feng and others. However, he was very angry, that was for sure.
Basten gave Ling Feng a thumbs up. Rijkaard also looked at Ling Feng with great joy. Just such a sentence completely suppressed the momentum advantage that the third prince had deliberately created.
As for other people in the hall, their reactions were also different.
"You guys are so uncool." At this moment, Olmos said to Basten and Ling Feng, "Never mind the third prince's own strength, there are two of the four followers behind him. A sub-saint-level master, if they win two out of three games, they have a great chance of winning."
Basten was indifferent to all this. What he pursues is a competition with masters. Only through constant competition and constant challenges can one's own strength be tempered and grown. Moreover, he himself went for the opponent's sub-holy level master.
What's more, when Basten asked about Lingfeng's gaze, he felt that Lingfeng was doing things calmly. This may be one of the reasons why he took this competition. For a moment, Basten felt that his decision was right.
Ling Feng was noncommittal to Olmos's words.
However, Olmos also knows that no matter what is said now. It's already too late. I can only settle down and prepare for the next competition. Perhaps, in this competition, Ling Feng is a variable. Olmos looked at Ling Feng with an indifferent expression. I thought to myself. Because even he couldn't see through Ling Feng's strength. Ling Feng's whole aura gave people a feeling of high and low, which was really weird.
A moment later, Cassano came back with Gullit, smiling and shaking his head to show that there was no movement there. Cassano just in case. He also told Nubel about what happened at the hotel so that he could be prepared. Ling Feng nodded approvingly and felt relieved.
Good luck to you. Ling Feng said to Qiao Darcy in his heart.
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An hour passed in an instant.
At this time, in the backyard of Yunyang Hotel, an open space was filled with people. Many noble disciples gathered around the smooth and smooth competition platform, pointing and pointing.
It's such an opportunity to feel the competition between masters so closely. It's not that common. No wonder there are so many people gathered here.
Montero even asked his servants to bring in coffee tables, chairs and other facilities, just like a spectator. Sit there and wait for the competition to come. George sat beside him. Victoria, still veiled, sat on the other side of him.
in addition. There are even some interesting people who seize the opportunity and immediately open a handicap, allowing everyone to place bets on which side will win.
Ling Feng glanced at the women around him who showed a hint of worry, then saw their youthful and beautiful dresses, and then noticed that almost every noble child was accompanied by a few gorgeous women, and he felt deeply in his heart. He sighed: This is not a competition, it has clearly become a farce.
However, Cassano was not used to such scenes. Seeing Ling Feng's sighing expression, he whispered: "Master, how about we go there later?"
Ling Feng shook his head, pulled Ling Ling to a young man who made a handicap, and asked: "Is there an upper limit for the bets here?"
When the young man saw that it was Ling Feng, the protagonist of this competition, he shook his head first, then nodded, and said: "There is no upper limit for betting. However, if the bet is too big, I can accept it here. No. You can go over there." After saying that, the young man pointed out the location to Ling Feng.
Ling Feng smiled. It seems that this young man is just a branch agent. He doesn't have certain strength to serve as a backend, so how can he dare to open a market here? Ling Feng took Ling Ling to the place where the young man pointed out just now, took out his mercenary card, thought about it, and asked Ling Ling: "Ling'er, how much do you think we should press?"
"Well, one thousand..." Ling Ling said after considering it.
One thousand crystal coins? It seems that there is not so much money in the card anymore. Ling Feng thought about how much he had spent in the past two or three months. Just buying food, entertainment, and clothes for Ling Ling was a huge expense. All he spent was the money from the ninth-level magic core that Ling Feng sold in Shami Town.
"One thousand gold coins should be enough to buy a lot of things. Brother, let's just buy one thousand gold coins." Ling Ling said happily. It seems that one thousand gold coins is a big amount.
Ling Feng was speechless for a while. It seemed that the little girl only knew how to spend money, but she didn't know enough about the concept of gold coin quantity. A thousand gold coins is too little. Ling Feng clearly saw that if you bet on Ling Feng's side, you would pay five to one, but if you bet on the third prince, you would only pay 0.5 to one. This dealer really underestimates himself and others! Ling Feng wondered, could this banker be the owner of Yunyang Hotel? Isn't that the property of the third prince and his father
A weird smile appeared on Ling Feng's face, and he handed the mercenary card to the old man sitting at the bank with a bang, and said: "Put down all the money in it and bet that I will win." (Full novel website www.QUanbEn -xIAoShUo.com)