C88 Gambling(part iii)
C88 Gambling(part iii)
"Ye Qinghan, your cultivation is truly diligent, to the point of causing Qingcheng to blush a little!" Yue Qingcheng's intelligent eyes flickered. Looking at Ye Qinghan's face which was slightly dark and thin, devoid of any immaturity, he felt his heart ache a little. He knew the reason behind this young man's hard work in cultivating was so that he could earn enough points to save his little sister. This made her feel very touched, but also a little jealous.
However, Ye Qingwu shook her straight nose, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Ye Qinghan, you must be honest, why would you know my grandfather's steps? Did he secretly teach you? "
"Rushing Bull Steps?" Flower Grass's beautiful eyes rolled, and suddenly realised something, and shouted out loud: "Wa, Ye Qinghan, you stepped on it while rushing towards the ox? No wonder it's so strange! "
"I'll explain it to you later." Ye Qinghan stared at Ye Qingwu somewhat helplessly, and berated him for speaking randomly. How could such a thing be said here? After Ye Qingwu understood and shut his mouth, he then turned and looked at the flowers and plants. It was not easy to coax them to help him cultivate, but if he was to fall for it, it would be bad, so he decided to use provocation to stabilize the plants: "What, are you afraid? If you're afraid, just admit defeat. Otherwise, your face won't look good if you lose in the future. "
"Humph!" Would I be afraid? "I don't know who it was that easily stabbed three times with my sword, but this bet of yours is sure to lose. Just prepare to invite me …" Although flowers and plants were a little fearful of Ye Family's miraculous pace, under the watch of the two beauties at the side, they obviously wouldn't cower. Extending his chest, he unconcernedly said, and only spoke as he seemed to notice that the later part of the conversation didn't seem to be harmonious, so he hurriedly shut his mouth in embarrassment.
"Gambling match?" Why would I ask you out if I lose? Transvestite, why are you only saying half a sentence? Continue speaking, continue speaking! " Ye Qingwu accurately sensed the meaning behind the words of the flowers and plants, and her autumn water eyes revealed a strong interest.
"Haha, it's nothing. Sister Xiao Wu, let me tell you after I take a shower that the weather is so hot that I'm covered in sweat …" The flowers and plants laughed and ran away.
"Humph!" Her words are vague, and she must have made a bad bet. " Ye Qingwu snorted coldly, she was extremely dissatisfied with the attitude of the flowers and plants. She turned her head and pointed at Ye Qinghan, forcing him to ask: "Xiao Hanzi, tell me, tell me honestly."
"Uh, I'm going to take a bath as well. I'll tell you later!" It's really hot. " Ye Qinghan saw that Ye Qingwu was looking at him, and Yue Qingcheng was smiling at him, she frowned. She was preparing to escape, but Ye Qingwu suddenly jumped in anger as if she was about to chase after him, and immediately shouted: "What? You two want to bathe together with me? "
Ye Qingwu originally wanted to chase after him, but she stopped herself in her tracks. If she did, she would be misunderstood, and angrily stomped on the ground with her feet, pointing at Ye Qinghan's back, she scolded: "Ye Qinghan, just you wait, sister will sooner or later teach you a lesson!"
"Eh?" Yue Qingcheng never thought that Ye Qinghan would actually say her name as well. Thinking about the meaning behind Ye Qinghan's embarrassing words, her exceptionally beautiful face became even more captivating as it was smeared with a touch of captivating red.
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In the following days, other than the regular squats within the Elite Party, there was another activity. Watch as the flowers and plants chase Ye Qinghan across the mountains and plains … In the first day of the gambling match, Ye Qinghan had been able to endure for fifteen minutes before he was struck by three swords, and lost a round. The following days, as Ye Qinghan became more and more proficient at following the steps, the three swords that were pierced by him slowly passed by.
Today was the thirteenth day of their gambling match. There was no formation around the Evening Seventeen, so they quietly waited for the battle to begin.
"It's about to start, is there anyone left who wants to bet? Ye Qinghan wins by 1: 10, and the flowers and plants win by 1: 1. Betting on speed, the last minute. " Feng Zi said in a muffled voice, causing Hua Cao, Ye Qinghan and Evening Seventeen to feel helpless.
Since the third day of the gambling match, Feng Zi had found out. This brat had set up a wager under the big tree. He took charge by himself and had all of the elite teams that didn't have shifts to make another bet.
"Young Master Feng?" Why did the odds drop today? Didn't Young Master Han win by 1: 20 yesterday? " A few days ago, Feng Zi, this swindler, made a wager, and every time he talked about Ye Qinghan's strange footwork, he would go as far as saying that there was nothing wrong with it. When everyone first heard that Ye Qinghan's step technique was actually Ye Qingniu's famous Ox Running Steps, no one dared to bet on him losing.
In the end, Ye Qinghan lost thirteen matches in a row, and they were so defeated that they almost sold their pants. And if they were to continue buying flowers and herbs to win, with such a low odds, they would not be able to win, they could only hope that Ye Qinghan would win, and seeing that Ye Qinghan's odds were off, they were naturally anxious.
"You bastard, what do you know? These odds were based on their increasing battle experience, the weather and their moods, as well as their resting conditions. I calculated everything through the night. If you don't want to buy speed, you can only bet tomorrow! " Ye Qinghan almost won yesterday, if he still doesn't lower Ye Qinghan's odds by a little today, he will lose his pants.
He was extremely shocked at Ye Qinghan's improvement. Initially, when he found out about their gambling, he thought Ye Qinghan would definitely lose. As a result, after Ye Qinghan gradually familiarized himself with his steps, he almost succeeded yesterday. He was very clear about the Ye Family's Sacred Ranked Secret Technique: Tracing Steps. However, wasn't this footwork said to require at least twenty years to be mastered? Why does it feel like Ye Qinghan's cultivation of a few months is nearing the first level?
"We bet on Ye Qinghan to win, one hundred purple Crystal Coin." Just as Feng Zi was thinking, a gentle voice came from the side. Immediately after, he smelt a faint scent of peach Hua Xiang mixed with rose perfume, he raised his head in shock, and when he saw the person who arrived, he could not help but smile bitterly.
"Sister Xiao Wu from the Lady Qingcheng, I was just playing around. You guys don't have to come in, right?" One hundred purple Crystal Coin was equivalent to ten thousand Crystal Coin. If Ye Qinghan won, he would have to accompany one hundred thousand Crystal Coin.
"What is it? Didn't you open this house to get people to place bets on you? Could it be Hei Zhuang? " Ye Qingwu snorted as she frowned. She glared at Feng Zi as if he was about to go berserk.
When Ye Qingwu said this, the elite on the side immediately had a backbone, all of them looked at Feng Zi with contempt, as though if he did not accept this order, then they would look at him with contempt.
"Fine, since you sent the money over, I'll reluctantly accept it. When the time comes, don't cry!" Feng Zi could only laugh dryly and accept the bet, but he started to pray in his heart, for all the flowers and plants here, you must work hard, or else if you lose, you have to accompany a thousand purple Crystal Coin, which would be equivalent to a hundred thousand Crystal Coin, this was probably not enough to pay for all his belongings.
While the gambling was going very well, the fights were going very well. Ye Qinghan seemed to be more and more familiar with the eighteen footwork, and he was actually not running around like usual with the flowers and plants. He just kept on spinning in circles on the grass. Every time the grass sword was about to pierce his body, his steps were like a prophet. He weirdly twisted, barely dodging the attack.
Forty minutes had passed, but the grass and flowers had only been hit by one sword. This sword strike was something that he had planned for a long time, forcing Ye Qinghan into the vicinity of an extremely uneven terrain, and only struck using the shadow clone's afterimage. The current Ye Qinghan felt like a mud fish. Every time he felt like he was about to be pierced, but he was always narrowly avoided. It made him have the urge to vomit blood.
"It has already been fifty minutes. Young Master Feng, prepare your money. A hundred thousand Crystal Coin, how many clothes do you need?" Ye Qingwu and Yue Qingcheng who were watching from the side were completely captivated by the show. From time to time, they would give a cheer for Ye Qinghan's godly dodging skills. Under the Evening Seventeen's prompting, fifty minutes had already passed. Ye Qingwu then laughed and teased Feng Zi who had a bitter face.
The members of Elite Party at the side were also full of excitement. Although the gambling stake had been reduced, if they were to win this time, they would still have the chance to take back the ones who lost previously.
"Isn't there ten minutes? What's the hurry? In a battle between experts, you can even thrust your sword out a few times in a second. Feng Zi's face darkened as he swallowed his saliva. He gritted his teeth and forced it on. In his heart, he had scolded the flowers and plants dozens of times. As time passed, his heart became colder and colder, and it became dimmer and dimmer …