Chapter 1183: Chicheng Ethos

At this time, on the ring, the person on the left had already retreated steadily, his body was covered in scars, and he had been crushed and beaten all the time.

Hearing that Lin Hao wanted to take all his wealth and bet on the person on the left, the people nearby shook their heads and cast a mocking look.

"This brother, the one on the left is called Liu Kun. He hasn't won since the start of the fight. The one on the right, Zhao Hu, has won more than a dozen games. Aren't you going to lose money?" said a passerby.

Lin Hao ignored him, he glanced at the banker, and said: "All the property in the storage ring is for the person on the left!"

The banker is a fat man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Seeing this situation, he quickly put on a smile: "Okay guest officer, you said Liu Kun, right? I've placed a bet for you!"

He's about to take the storage ring.

But was held down by Lin Hao.

"Wait a minute! How much money I bet, keep it a secret first, and then check my storage ring after they finish playing!" Lin Hao said.

"yes!"

The dealer had no choice but to nod.

He looked at Lin Hao secretly. He was dressed in black and masked. He looked young and probably didn't have much money.

In this game, I don't know how many people went bankrupt and beat Zhao Hu. Anyway, the banker is sure to make a profit without losing money.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it took about an incense stick of time.

Lin Hao's bettor stood up suddenly, pushed the opponent back, and pushed him to the edge.

Afterwards, Liu Kun launched a continuous offensive, forcing Zhao Hu to retreat steadily.

In just an instant, Zhao Hu was kicked out of the ring.

The cheers came to an abrupt end!

The audience was in an uproar!

"Losing?"

"Is there any mistake! I bet on a top-grade spiritual vein!"

"It's so useless! I bet a hundred of my Dao Ze Lingjing, and it's just gone!"

At this moment, the surrounding area of ​​the martial arts arena suddenly exploded, and some people questioned the match-fixing.

Zhao Hu, a master who has won more than a dozen games, lost to a weak player who has not won a game. This is clearly acting.

However, no matter how courageous they are, they dare not be presumptuous in the Chicheng Martial Arts Arena. There are monks in the Dao realm behind Chicheng's backstage!

The dealer was happy, smiling from ear to ear.

"Hey, this is a big profit, at least five top-quality spiritual veins, and two thousand spiritual crystals!" The dealer laughed.

"Brother, you still have good eyesight! Admiration!"

The passers-by who mocked Lin Hao before could only sigh with envy all over their faces.

Lin Hao said to the dealer: "Now, it's time to pay me!"

The dealer glanced at Lin Hao, and brought over the storage ring that Lin Hao put on the table.

"Little friend, you have good eyesight! I will pay you now." The dealer laughed.

Maybe in his opinion, Lin Hao can't bet much money.

However, his consciousness entered the storage ring and took a look, and he was immediately stunned.

It was like being struck by lightning from the sky, and five thunders struck the top!

All I saw was that the storage ring was full of ten top-quality spiritual veins, plus 30,000 Dao Zeling crystals, and trillion-level top-quality spiritual stones.

These are all the spoils that Lin Hao picked up from killing the elder of Youhai Dragon Palace before.

Money is useless anyway, it can only be used for fishing.

"Impossible! Why did you bet so much money!" The dealer said in horror.

"How is it impossible?" Lin Hao sneered.

"Hmph!" The dealer stood up, and said coldly, "This is almost equivalent to the entire net worth of a fifth-layer He Dao Realm. You are a junior, how did you get so much money! I suspect you stole it!"

Lin Hao sneered suddenly: "Hey! You opened a gambling house, and you still investigate the source of the money?"

The dealer stared at Lin Hao, and said angrily: "Why, do you dare to steal or admit it? It just so happens that in our Chicheng martial arts arena, some time ago, the money bank was stolen, and it happened that ten top-grade spiritual veins were lost. Jing, I suspect that you stole it!"

The dealer lied without panting, and made up a set of rhetoric casually, and put a big hat on it.

Let him lose money?

With so much money, it may not be enough to sell the fighting arena. Is it possible to put a century of hard work into a torch?

The people nearby all noticed the situation here.

but,

No one dared to speak up.

Lin Hao is purely looking for death. Knowing the truth about winning or losing, he can just bet a small amount of money, but he has to bet so much.

At first glance, he was targeted by the dealer and wanted to swallow Lin Hao.

"Hahaha! In this small Chizhou City, it's really interesting that someone dares to call my attention!" Lin Hao laughed suddenly.

"Come on!" The dealer couldn't help but shouted loudly.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

In an instant, a group of guards rushed up, all of them were cultivators in the Transcendence Tribulation Period.

"The source of this person's money is unknown, take this person down and hand it over to the City Lord's Mansion!" said the dealer.

"yes!"

Everyone rushed forward.

Seeing this situation, Lin Hao sneered, and then suddenly slapped out with his palm.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

Limbs exploded, flesh and blood flew around, and all the guards who attacked were shattered by Lin Hao's aura.

"A monk in the Dao Realm?!"

Everyone exclaimed.

A monk in the Dao realm, in Chicheng, can be regarded as a party figure.

"The late stage of the first level of He Dao Realm! Good boy, no wonder you dare to act wild here, so you have a bit of confidence!" The dealer said angrily.

"Who dares to act wild in my martial arts arena!"

At this time, a loud shout came from a distance.

I saw a person in a brocade robe who looked like a manager coming over.

Behind the steward, there was a middle-aged man in armor, carrying a halberd, who looked like he was from Chicheng's city lord's mansion.

"Senior Steward, City Lord Liu, you came just in time. This person stole my treasury property, please take this thief down!"

The dealer quickly went up and said, while speaking, he kept transmitting voices, as if he was talking about something.

After hearing this, the butler narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

"Good job, there will be a lot of rewards later!" The butler laughed.

"Hey, this is what the subordinates should do." The dealer laughed.

The chief steward of the fighting arena stepped forward and looked Lin Hao up and down.

"Stole my things, killed my guards, look at you, you are not a good person!"

"However, I don't need my Chicheng Martial Arts Field to deal with you!"

The butler glanced at the armored man behind him, and said repeatedly: "My lord, this person is causing trouble in my martial arts arena! You must already understand the situation, so I don't need to say more!"

"Don't worry, Steward Luo, I will handle this person!"

The city lord of Chicheng stepped forward and said with a smile: "Boy, did you take the initiative to kneel down and walk with me, or do you want me to be rough?"

Lin Hao looked at the city lord and said with a smile: "Hehe, the city lord of Chicheng is the lackey of the martial arts arena?"

"Bold!" Chicheng City Lord yelled angrily: "I, Chicheng City Lord's Mansion, is responsible for managing the security of Chicheng. All prisoners are treated equally. You, a prisoner, are suspected of stealing the money bank of the martial arts arena and killed so many guards. I have the right to arrest you! "

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Lin Hao smiled.

"No! If you want to quibble, follow me to the City Lord's Mansion!" Chicheng City Lord took a step forward, and opened his hand to grab Lin Hao.