Chapter 447: 2 Million Betting Amount

But Mu Xinya didn't want to use it, the Sirius King left the power, it would make her weak for a long time.

In the end, they were also defeated. Under Gao Yangyu's sniping, they stopped winning 48 games in a row.

Why!

In the huge auditorium, following Mu Xinya's defeat, thousands of people sighed in unison, "No one has broken through fifty consecutive victories, let alone sixty. There is no return."

The last confidant's serious trouble was also eliminated, Gao Yangyu's mood became exceptionally better, and he said with a smile: "Calculate, how many intermediate spirit stones have been obtained in this gladiatorial fight."

After a while, an old man held a stack of information and said: "These four people have bet on a total of 20 million intermediate spirit stones, and all of them have won 50 games in a row, which means that the bettors will not get a penny. arrive."

If the betting player wins 50 games in a row, the bettor will get 50% of the odds. After that, the odds will double for every ten games in the winning streak.

Sixty games is double the odds, seventy games is double the odds, eighty games is four times the odds, and one hundred games is sixteen times the odds.

The odds look extremely attractive, but unfortunately, if you stop winning 50 games in a row, you won't get any money, and you will lose everything.

And this time, under Gao Yangyu's ingenious publicity, this time the gladiatorial fight was still the first round of candidates for the Ancient Tower, which caused the amount of betting to soar again and again.

After the end of this gladiatorial fight, I don't know how many warriors will be penniless, and start all over again.

Gao Yangyu paused, remembered something and said, "What is the betting amount of that Xiao Chen?"

A few people lowered their heads and rummaged through the information on the table, and then said, "Hey, why did it reach two million in one fell swoop."

Gao Yangyu's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Boy, didn't we refrigerate it? How could there still be two million bets?"

Several people checked carefully and said: "I found it. Yesterday and the day before yesterday, there was only one million bets, which should be within the normal range. After all, he is also a winning streak player. But today there is an extra one million , something is wrong."

Gao Yangyu sneered and said, "It seems that someone wants to take a big gamble, but it's a pity that they chose the wrong person."

"It's no problem to use Bai Lao to deal with that kid. Now he is the only one winning streak."

Gao Yangyu said lightly: "Old Bai is one hundred and fifty years old,

With all my strength, even I feel tricky, even if Bai Lao can't pass, Tuobo Liuyun, Mo Yan, and one more appearance, do you think this kid will have a chance? "

On the stands, when everyone's eyes were focused on Mu Xinya's body, two acupuncture points on Xiao Chen's left arm exploded at the same time.

Two streams of green dragon's air slowly wandered over the arms, and then slowly penetrated into the skin.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes slightly, with a faint joy on his face, and said: "There is still a short way to go, the fourth stage of Cang Ming's body training formula is about to be completed."

"After today's battle, it seems that it will definitely be a big success, but I don't know if Gao Yangyu will give me this opportunity."

It was his turn to play soon, Xiao Chen thought for a while, and instead of continuing to practice, he got up and walked to the front of the stand to watch the gladiatorial fight.

Fighting in the arena is Mu Xinya, who uses two mandarin duck knives, and the strength of the challenge in the arena is getting stronger day by day.

Today, the strength of the challengers is actually almost the same as that of the leaders from all over the world. After all, they are all middle-aged warriors.

Although the talents of the leaders from all over the country are outstanding, they have not fully grown up, and they have almost grasped the strength of the players.

Every battle is extremely difficult, and if you want to win a victory, you must go all out.

Even if it was as strong as Mu Xinya, it was extremely difficult to win, and there were several draws.

Eighteen gladiatorial fights were over, and Mu Xinya walked off the field a little tired, and took over four thousand intermediate spirit stones from the old man in gray robe.

Her winning streak is over, and the previous winning streak can no longer be accumulated. Today, she only won 15 games and can only get so much.

Gently nodding to Xiao Chen, Mu Xinya returned to Jiang Zimo's side, and Pei Shaoxuan, who had recovered a little from his injuries, smiled wryly: "It's really hard to win sixty games in a row, and now the last hope is gone."

Jiang Zimo said with a faint smile: "And Xiao Chen's winning streak has not been terminated, maybe he will have hope."

Pei Shaoxuan sneered and said, "What ability does he have, he can't even beat Ding Fengchou in a row."

Others also expressed that they were not optimistic about Xiao Chen, and Yun Ping's words as before were even more taunting.

"Just like him, he is beaten to death every day, and today he can win consecutive victories. What a joke, Jiang Zimo, your vision is too bad."

Xiao Chen turned his head and glanced at the few people who spoke harshly, and finally his eyes fell on Yun Ping.

For a long time, although he was immersed in cultivation, he always had the consciousness to observe the surrounding environment, so as to ensure that when someone disturbed his practice, he could counterattack quickly at the first time.

The numbers of these people are all the ones ahead of him, and they have been ridiculed continuously for the past few days, like flies, no matter how good-tempered a person is, they will be a little impatient.

Yunping lost 17 games in a row today, and also suffered a lot of sword wounds, so he may not be able to recover tomorrow.

Feeling Xiao Chen's gaze, he was in an extremely bad mood, and said angrily, "What are you looking at, what do you want to do? Could it be that you can't do a few words, what is it!"

bother!

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, stepped on the ground with his feet, his body flickered, and he came directly to Yun Ping.

Snapped!

Before Yun Ping could react, Xiao Chen directly slapped him on the face with a crisp voice that made everyone stunned.

"You dare to hit me, you..."

His face was swollen from the slap, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. The most important thing was in front of everyone.

This slap made him lose all face and completely discredited him. Everyone said that slapping people does not slap people in the face, but Xiao Chen didn't seem to have so many scruples at all.

Click!

With his right hand held on the hilt of the sword, Yunping's murderous intent was revealed, and he was about to slash at Xiao Chen with his sword.

Snapped!

Xiao Chen didn't give him a chance to use his sword at all, and slapped Yun Ping on the left cheek with his backhand, directly sending Yun Ping flying up.

Above the stands, it was extremely quiet, and many people opened their mouths in astonishment, looking at Xiao Chen in disbelief.

As if meeting this guy for the first time, Xiao Chen at this moment is extremely cold, with a murderous aura restrained, although he didn't let it out, it made everyone feel a chill.

Compared with the peaceful and indifferent Xiao Chen, they are completely different people.

ah!

With the sound of screams, Xiao Chen kicked Yun Ping directly on the chest, which happened to be the sword wound he suffered today.

Injured internal organs, just healed a little, was kicked by Xiao Chen.

Injury on top of injury, severe pain is a trivial matter, and as the injury worsens, his next two days of competition will be over.

In other words, this first round of candidates, Yun Ping is completely disqualified.

That guy's kick must have been intentional, and the few people in the field thought with sympathy, the strike was really not ordinary ruthless.

If you don't make a move, it's fine, even if you say it, after you make a move, you won't even be eligible to be a candidate.

Several people who laughed at Xiao Chen from time to time on weekdays hurriedly dodged and hid in the corners, avoiding Xiao Chen's sight.

Xiao Rou looked at Yun Ping, who was lying on the ground with a desperate and painful expression, and snorted coldly: "It's what he deserves, let's see if this guy dares to be mean."

Seeing such a situation, Ding Fengchou was not surprised. He never thought that Xiao Chen played cards according to common sense and had no scruples.

Otherwise, on that day, after knowing Jin Wuji's identity, he would not have shot mercilessly.

A restrained sharpness does not mean that there is no sharpness and no temper, but it does not mean that he has a good temper. This is Xiao Chen.

The aura in the heart of a swordsman cannot be reduced, and the arrogance cannot be broken. If you want to condense the aura into a saber intent, how can you allow others to insult you repeatedly.

Ding Fengchou withdrew his gaze, didn't think too much, but raised Xiao Chen's position in his heart again.

Like Jiang Zimo, he is one of his biggest competitors among the 20 spots in this competition.

When Pei Shaoxuan saw this scene, his back felt slightly chilly, and he felt an inexplicable chill.

Thinking that his injury was healed just now, he summoned a spirit beast, felt unsafe and summoned another spirit beast, then walked to the corner and began to heal carefully.

After finishing all this, Xiao Chen ignored Yun Ping who was lying on the ground, moaning, and turned his attention to the arena again.

This person is useless, he cannot enter the ancient tower, and will never cause him any danger.

As long as he continues to be strong, the sect behind Yunping will definitely not offend himself for a second-class genius.

Even if he really made a move against him, he still had two tokens to use, and Xiao Chen had no scruples at all about making a move against Yun Ping.

When Xiao Chen made such a fuss, the atmosphere at the scene became weird, and the lively discussions stopped completely, as if he was a little afraid of Xiao Chen.

After another half a minute, the voice of the old man in gray robe sounded, saying: "No. 125, hurry up and get ready to go out."

Xiao Chen jumped lightly, and he landed on the arena. After he left, many people on the arena felt relieved for some reason.

It was as if a stone that had been pressed in my heart had been loosened.

"Great Qin Kingdom, Xiao Chen, please enlighten me."

It was getting late, and the setting sun cast a fiery red light on the arena, covering Xiao Chen's body with a faint red light.

With a calm expression, a calm look, neither happy nor angry, Xiao Chen once again appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"Xiao Chen! This guy is up again, can he still win streak?"

Every time Xiao Chen wins, he has paid a hard price, just like a small fallen leaf in a storm.

In the wind and rain, he was beaten all over the place, with ups and downs, but every time he persisted to the end and won his own victory.

Will he go on to win?

I'm afraid no one would say that it will definitely work, but if you give the opposite answer, no one would say that Xiao Chen will definitely lose.

At this moment, Xiao Chen and everyone in the auditorium are somewhat unpredictable and full of endless mysteries.

To win or not to win is really hard to say.