Chapter 495, 100,000 yuan crystal

After a period of silence in the hall, the prince's bright voice sounded in the dark hall: "Are you optimistic? If you are optimistic, then start betting!"

"Hey... Since it's my blood slave, it's natural for me to throw more, 10 million!" Xu Feng said with a smile.

The hall became quiet in an instant, but it became noisy in an instant, and a proud prince shouted.

"10 million? Am I right? Is this guy crazy?

"10 million yuan Jing, if it is sold, it will be close to 2 trillion yuan, enough to buy an eight-star equipment. Isn't Xu Feng too much?"

"Xu Feng is worthy of being the son of the Xu family. 10 million yuan Jing smashed out so easily. Tut... Awesome!"

The exclamation in the hall made Mu Yun realize that 10 million yuan is a big number, and this Mr. Xu really brought out such a huge wealth.

However, Mu Yun also saw that after Xu Feng's offer, some princes looked at the Lingwang and the prince with obscure eyes. Obviously, this fight was not so simple.

"Rillion yuan crystal?" The prince smiled indifferently and said freely, "Okay! I followed!"

"Your Highness is refreshing enough!" Xu Feng smiled happily.

"His Royal Highness is also a big deal! It will be more than 100 million to win or lose this game..."

"It's not in vain today. You can see such an interesting bustle!"

"Third brother, who will win your bet?" King Ling looked at King Jing with a smile and said, "You make a bet, so that the second brother can also test your eyesight!"

"Ha ha, since the second brother has said so, I have to choose." King Jing smiled, looked at the two people in the ring and said, "It's really hard to choose! The blood slave under the eldest brother has won 30 games in a row, which is enough to be called an invincible general. The blood slave under Feng Shao is really beautiful and powerful. It's really hard to say. It's not easy to choose.

"It seems that it's really hard to choose three words. Why don't you choose my blood slave?" Xu Feng smiled faintly and said, "I believe he will never let San Shao down."

"Oh? Is there any other great killing trick for this blood slave of Feng Shao? King Jing asked with a smile.

"Ha ha, this, Your Highness will know in a moment." Xu Feng licked his lips.

"In that case, I will choose... the blood slave under the eldest brother!" King Jing smiled and didn't look at Xu Feng's suddenly cold face and said, "I have never liked to take risks."

"Hey..." Xu Feng sneered and said, "Your Highness is very important, which is very admirable to Xu Feng. However, I still suggest that the Third Highness can learn to take risks. Only in this way can we get the greatest benefit.

"Then take advantage of Shaoji's words. I hope I won't lose this time." Jingwangdao.

"Third brother, how much do you bet?" There was a smile on the fierce face of the king of Ling.

"My little brother, I'm very poor, and it's still the same. Let's have a...100,000." King Jing pondered for a long time and said slowly, almost making Mu Yun spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"100,000?" Mu Yun turned his head and looked at King Jing, making sure that this guy was not joking, and suddenly felt a little old and red.

"Don't think you are young. Although I am a prince, the monthly case is also limited. Why is it so easy to raise so much? I'm not like my eldest brother and second brother who run the industry in private. King Jing rolled his eyes and said, "It's good to be able to take out 100,000 yuan of crystals to bet."

"Third brother, are you short of money to spend again?" The prince looked at King Jing with a smile and said, "It's also difficult for you. It's really not easy to support a large group of people with your own meager monthly routine. If you are short of money, tell the eldest brother that the eldest brother is the father, and the eldest brother will not care about you.

"Thank you, brother!" King Jing smiled gratefully.

"Hmm!" Lingwang snorted softly and said, "Third brother, don't say that the second brother says you, you just have too many idle people and waste under your hands, otherwise you can live such a miserable life?"

"Is it miserable?" Mu Yun rolled his eyes and could take out tens of trillions of yuan to gamble at once. How can he live a miserable life? So what is it that he used to live a life where he had to care about everything?

"Naturally, I can't compare my life with my second brother, but I can live a good life. I just want to be happy, as long as I'm happy." Jingwangdao.

"Hmm!" Lingwang snorted coldly and was too lazy to care about your posture. Then he looked at the ring lazily and said with a blank face, "I threw myself to five million blood slaves."

"I'm less than 300,000."

"I voted 800,000 for His Royal Highness the Prince."

"I lost one million less."

"...two million..."

After the three princes bet, the other brothers also bet in turn. Mu Yun saw the thin and tall grandfather beside the prince holding a booklet recording the bets of these princes.

"How much did you vote?" King Jing asked.

"I vote..." Mu Yun wanted to say that I invested 10 million, but where did he have so much? Not to mention 10 million, he doesn't even have 100, and the combined value of his belongings is only more than ten yuan into Yuanjing, a resounding poor person.

"I'll forget it." Mu Yun said with a wry smile.

"I still have 80,000 here. I left it for you. You can use it first." King Jing said.

Mu Yun happened to catch a trace of meat pain flashing in Jingwang's eyes. Obviously, the 80,000 yuan crystal must have been the old capital left by Jingwang, so he abrantly refused.

"Don't know what to call this person?" Xu Feng looked at Mu Yun arrogantly and asked, "Aren't you going to*?"

Mu Yun saw that this guy was definitely intentional. Feeling the contempt and disdainful eyes in curiosity, Mu Yun shook his head slightly and said, "It's the first time for Mu Yun to attend such a party. Let's take a look first."

"Oh. So..." Xu Feng sneered, and the meaning of sarcasm was quite strong.

Mu Yun narrowed his eyes and shook his head slightly, not to argue with him. Of course, he can't care about it now.

"Have you all made a bet?" The prince looked at Mu Yun, then glanced at the people and said, "If you bet well, then the test will begin."

"Let's start!" After no one responded, the prince said lightly.

Suddenly, the momentum of the two people in the ring became different. Xu Feng's blood slave eyes became sharp, his waist was straight, his back was like a dragon, his legs were slightly divided, his hands clenched his fists slightly, and his fists were not clenched, and a crisp sound came out. Mu Yun's eyes suddenly shrank and he felt very familiar.

"Fairy Practitioner? Is this guy still a fairy practitioner?

"No wonder Xu Feng is so sure that he can win. He is really prepared."

"The scope of the ring is not large, which is suitable for close attack. Fairy practitioners have advantages in this regard."

So what? It's not that you haven't seen the battle of His Royal Highness's blood slaves, and their close attack is not weak. As long as he is not hit by the other party, the probability of winning is still very high.

While arguing in the hall, the two people in the ring rushed to each other.

The moment Xu Feng's blood slave jumped out, he was already holding a black long gun in his hand, and the silver gunhead emitted a strong chill, like a gloomy poisonous snake, spitting out fangs.

However, His Royal Highness's blood slave was bare-handed and did not use weapons.

But at the moment when the silver gunhead stabbed him, a silver light flashed. He had a silver serrated dagger in his left hand, while his right hand held an arm-long stick. One end of the short stick was tightly held in his hand, and the other end was sharpened out. His eyes were sharp and he saw half a foot long at the tip of the stick. The degree is refined into a triangle, and all three sides are sunken.

What kind of stick is this? This is obviously a stick, a sharp weapon for killing and bleeding.

Xu Feng's blood slave deserves to be a fairy practitioner. He is strong and more powerful than the other party. A black long gun roars like a tiger. In the blink of an eye, the prince's blood slave was injured and blood flowed out.

However, the prince's blood slave is not simple. Although he is inferior in strength, his speed is good and can always avoid the killing of the black long gun at the critical moment, so he looks miserable, but it is not fatal.

On the contrary, as time went by, he found the opportunity to hit his opponent twice fiercely. The silver serrated dagger stirred a piece of meat like the wind, and the black stick pierced the opponent's waist and abdomen.

Mu Yun was surprised to see the battle between the two blood slaves at the level of the earth. In his impression, the battle of the strong in the realm of the venerable earth should be to manipulate the spirit of heaven and earth, rather than fighting like this.

"Hey...isn't it a little different from your previous battle?" King Jing looked at it with relish. He looked back at Mu Yun and found that his face was full of meditation and said with a smile, "The battle at their level should not be like this, but in order to increase the fun of watching the battle, this kind of ring has a special role, which is to slow down the flow of heaven and earth."

"In the ring, if you manipulate the attack of heaven and earth, it is likely that the other party will be killed before an effective attack is formed. So the best way to fight in the ring is this direct fight.

"So that's it!" Mu Yun nodded slightly, and soon he frowned and said, "If this is the case, won't the two of them be able to exert their most powerful power? Isn't that unfair?"

"Ha ha, you will know if you continue to see." King Jing smiled mysteriously and did not answer Mu Yun directly.

Mu Yun did not continue to ask questions. While thinking about the key points, he couldn't take his eyes off the battle in the ring.

Suddenly, he sighed and sent a voice to King Jing, "I'm afraid your 100,000 yuan crystal will be lost."

"What?" Jing Wang turned his head and looked at Mu Yun. He didn't know why Mu Yun said so. He heard an exclamation and turned his head to look at the ring. He happened to see another black spear flying out of Xu Feng's blood slave's body and directly pierced the other party's heart.

"How come?" King Jing wore a face and was depressed to death.