Chapter 25 Dragon Ring Gambling

Wu Pengwei knew in his heart that the seemingly inconspicuous ring must be inextricably linked to the chaotic catalogue, and the chaotic catalogue is directly related to the 'chaotic divine source fragment'.

And the "Chaotic God Source" is a matter of life and death related to the resurrection of "Xiaowei". In any case, you must do it.

Wu Pengwei made a decision in his heart. In an instant, the chaotic catalogue seemed to be psychic, no longer rolling, and quiet like a mirror.

"However, these guys are stronger than me. Even the 'Ninth Master' seems to have reached the level of Jingwei. The white-skinned man is weaker, but he is also stronger than me. It is the realm of heavenly soldiers. The three big men behind him are even more powerful. I'm afraid that the three Jingwei-level masters are definitely can't do it by force. No, there are only other ways to do it.

Wu Pengwei's mind turned around, and his eyes fell on the dice under the "Ninth Master"'s shallow jade, and his inspiration moved.

"Nine Master" was furious at this moment, and a red glow appeared on the face of the beautiful Zhong Ling. Naturally, it was the qi and blood surging and angry light, which had nothing to do with the rest of the feelings. She covered the dice tightly with her hands and gritted her teeth and said viciously, "What's going well, ghost two? Do you dare to take this bet? Don't be heed, just be like a man.

The "ghost second" suddenly looked up and laughed, extremely arrogant, but his voice was a little feminine, a little sharp, like a teenager who had just spoken out, "Cat Xiaojiu, how long have you been guarding your dilapidated nine-rate sect? Is it one hundred or two hundred years? Or more? It's all an old girl. That's all. This ring is worthless. Legend has it that it's a relic of your dead father. That's all, I'll fulfill you and let you know the power of Mr. Ling Yun.

The white-skinned man's words were a little mean. The "Ninth Master" was extremely angry, and his face faded. His face was as white as snow. He didn't say a word, but he just stared at the "Ghost Second" coldly. There was a trace of fierce light bursting in his deep blue eyes, like thunder and lightning.

"Haha, let's not talk about it. I see the real chapter in my hand." Gui Lingyun smiled, picked up a dice casually, and said to an extremely open three-story store behind him, "Shopkeeper Xia, give me another 20,000 cold monthly money."

There was an answer behind him. A shrewd middle-aged man trotted out and handed Gui Lingyun a silver card, but Gui Lingyun didn't even look at it. He fell directly on the table and said with a smile, "Nine girl, here are 20,000 cold monthly money, plus three second-grade soul weapons on this table, four Miao character-level middle-grade. Danyao, a mutilated three-grade Tianlu beast soul armor, and a 'lack of heart kendo', how about this bet? I will buy you a ruin. Even the only relic of your dead father, I want you to lose it, so that you have nothing. Haha... Master Jiu, you have to leave. Don't regret it.

"Nine Master" looked at the "lack of heart swordsmanship" and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

The onlookers also suddenly made a noise and whispered, and then looked at the ghost Lingyun's eyes, but they were a little more jealous.

Wu Pengwei bowed his head and asked the dragon fire, "Big brother, are the things on the table valuable?"

Long Huo snorted coldly: "This 'ghost second' is not small. The soul weapon on a table is nothing. The three-grade incomplete soul weapon is worth thousands of cold monthly money. Those elixir are only 10,000 cold months. In addition to the previous 20,000 cold monthly money, a total of 30,000 is nothing, but the book is missing. 'Heart Kendo' is unusual. It ranks about 3,000 martial arts, which is the study of 'God'. The world of divine thoughts is not as good as other places. I want to learn martial arts in the 'Infinite Secret Book'. One is to wait for the indoctrination of the infinite heavenly book, and you can't help you. Secondly, it is to kill people, take other people's lives, and take away the martial arts in my mind. There are some Evil people by nature specialize in making a living, killing others and seizing the seal of martial arts in books, but killing a master at the level of 'divine servant' is not small. If these small factions get this martial arts, they are afraid that there is hope for revitalization.

"Small school? Isn't there only eight sects in the six realms of Shen Nian? Wu Pengwei was a little puzzled.

Long Huo smiled, "Brother, you don't understand that the eight sects are the source of Taoism. The actual controllers of the six stars. There are countless scattered sects under each sect. Most of these sects only have the strength of Jingwei. A 'divine servant' is enough to be the head of a small family. The mind of the six worlds, this There are many small doors, tens of thousands, but this ghost Lingyun can take out this 'lack of heart kendo', and his strength is also strong in the small door.

Only then did Wu Pengwei understand a rough outline of the divine world.

"Well, that 'ghost second' is a prodigal at first glance. He actually takes a 'divine servant'-level martial arts to pick up girls. It's really superficial!" Long Huo was a little disdainful, but a little annoyed. She liked this "Ninth Master" when she looked at it. She was in love with teenagers and was thin-skinned. She could only express her position by contempt for the ghost Lingyun.

"No, he is not superficial." Wu Pengwei sighed, "It's just that he feels that he has won."

"Isn't the ninth master necessarily losing?" Long Huo was shocked.

Wu Pengwei smiled and did not answer. There was a streamer floating in his eyes, like a cloud in the sky, which he couldn't figure out.

The bet also has a win or lose at this moment.

"Open!"

The ninth master lifted the dice on the table, and the three points were clearly visible.

The people around you take a deep breath of cold air, three "one", which is already the smallest number.

"Ninth Master" looked forward to it, smiled, and his eyebrows were pleasant. He said crisply, "Second Master, when you open the dice, don't be scared and can't move your hands."

Gui Lingyun laughed and said, "Cat Xiaojiu, do you think you can win me with your father's gambling skills? Haha, you underestimate me too much.

Ghost Lingyun patted the desktop, and the cover of Sicing Valley flew in the air, revealing three superimposed points.

Everyone was stunned and silent in an instant.

"It's actually a little bit, my God, 'three waves', only a little bit."

I don't know which person shouted in the crowd, and the rest of the people also shouted. Gambling is human nature, and the divine world is no exception. Seeing this ghost Mr. Ling Yun's magical gambling skills, they all exclaimed loudly.

"Tut, what's so surprising? It's just the power to control. A heavenly soldier can do it. Why are you surprised?" I don't know which guy in the crowd muttered, but he was looked at by everyone.

"At a glance, I know that it is a local steamed bun that tries to test the stars."

"Yes, I don't even have the least insight. This dice is made of a sinking stone. It's not to mention a heavenly soldier. Even if the master of the soul comes, it is difficult to instill true qi in. It can't do any harm, unless it's a first-class figure of Xingshuai. Humph, it's really a bun. Stay away from him."

A crowd made a noise and immediately distanced himself from the guy who was the first to make disdainful remarks. The man was carrying a slender sword and looked arrogant. He was also a little elegant, but now as soon as he was isolated, he was like a haired crane. The chicken was not as good as the chicken. A burst of contemptuous eyes came from left and right, and he could only cover his face to seize the way. Running wild.

The face of the "Nine Master" was as white as paper, and his blood color faded. Looking at the other party's "three waves", his blue eyes were empty and pale, as if he had been covered by a big wave. He was weak, and his soul seemed to have been pulled away.

Ghost Lingyun across the table smiled gloomily: "Cat Xiaojiu, I have worked hard for you in this game. We gambled a total of four games. I deliberately lost two games, but the last game was narrower than you. You are greedy for good profits, but you gamble too much in the third game. That's why I won the fourth game of your Taoism, hey Hey, 'Nine Master', you have always been as crafty as a ghost, and you think your gambling skills are unparalleled. Unexpectedly, you are still tricked, haha..."

When the "Ninth Master" heard this, his throat suddenly sweetened and spit out a mouthful of blood. As soon as her body was soft, she was about to fall down. However, she was strong, but she insisted on the table and did not fall down. The fat man beside her was anxious. He came forward to help him, but was pushed away by the "Ninth Master".

"'Nine Master', don't hold on..." The fat man was a big man, and he was at a loss.

As soon as Gui Lingyun saw this scene, he was even more proud. He laughed and patted the table and got up: "Cat Xiaojiu, this time you lost in gambling skills. How can I see how your good-looking 'Yinfeng Ancestor' son protect you? Haha, thank you for your dragon ring. This broken ring is not a good thing, but it is also called your 'soul sword' a token. I burned it when I went back. This iron is suitable for making a nose ring for my wind-seeking beast. From then on, there is no more 'soul sword' in the Maha world. It's so happy!"

Ghost Lingyun rolled his big sleeves and was about to roll away the dragon ring on the table.

Unpreventiledly, he pressed one hand on the dragon ring fiercely.

"Hey, Mr. Ghost, are you interested in making a fortune?"

A clear voice came to his ears. Ghost Lingyun looked up, but he was a man with a beautiful face and deep eyes like a river, but he was wearing the most ordinary gray cloth, just like a peasant boy.

Gui Lingyun frowned: "Where did the poor boy come from? Are you happy with your second son? Get out of here." Even if you want to have an attack.

But at this moment, a black dagger slapped heavily on the table, in front of Gui Lingyun.

"Poor boy? You have a big tone. This dagger is enough for you to drink a pot.

Gui Lingyun looked up and saw that he was another half-large and not small guy. At the age of thirteen or four, he was dressed in shabby clothes, just like a wild boy. At that moment, his heart was angry and he smiled grimly: "Little beast, you are tired of living, aren't you? You actually took a dagger digging grass roots to entertain your second son to death."

"Hum, second son." The shopkeeper Xia behind the ghost Lingyun stepped forward and put the black dagger in his hand to look at it carefully. Immediately, his face changed greatly. He whispered in the ghost Lingyun's ear and said, "Son, this is a four-grade soul weapon, and it is also a masterpiece from the 'Ghost Master'."

The four words "Ghost Master" entered his ears, and Gui Lingyun suddenly felt a thunderbang in the blue sky, and his whole body was shocked.

The four-grade soul weapon is also at least at the level of 50,000 cold moon coins. If it is the work of "Ghost Master", I'm afraid it will be at least 100,000 cold moon coins. The work of "Ghost Master" is not just as simple as a soul weapon, but also the peak of forging and an art treasure worth collecting.

Long Huo looked at Gui Lingyun with a stunned expression. He turned his mouth with disdain and took out a black gold card from his arms. He sneered and said, "There are 50,000 coins in this card. Isn't it enough to talk to you? Humph, since my younger brother told you to do business, just listen, don't show off here.

After saying that, Long Huo turned around and patted Wu Pengwei on the shoulder. He said angrily, "Brother, don't be afraid, there is a brother to support you in everything."

He was not tall. He stood on tiptoe and barely reached between Wu Pengwei's eyebrows. He patted his shoulder and held his head high. He couldn't help looking at the "Ninth Master" beside him. He didn't support his younger brother. He was obviously show off his power in front of the beauty.

Wu Pengwei naturally understood Long Huo's thoughts and didn't care about it. He just smiled indifferently: "Thank you for your help."

Gui Lingyun's face changed. He looked at the black gold card on the table and the dagger of the "Ghost Master" and asked calmly, "What kind of business?"

Wu Pengwei's faint smile is like the first ray of dawn in early spring.

"Simple, I'll bet with you."