Volume 5 Nirvana Rebirth Blood 8 Party Chapter 667 Gambling Fight

At the stairs, there was a middle-aged man, accompanying seven old men with a smile, walking up to the second floor.

These seven old men were all dressed in brocade robes. They looked very noble at first glance, with piercing eyes and good cultivation. They were all Nascent Soul Dzogchen. Although each of them was smiling, their arrogance sometimes appeared. exposed.

"Fellow Taoists, please!" The middle-aged man smiled broadly and couldn't hide his excitement. He led the seven old men to the second floor and immediately saw Meng Hao and Wei Li. He just glanced at them. , just ignore it.

As for Sun Yunliang, who was sitting opposite Meng Hao, he was frowning at first, but when he saw the seven old men, his eyes immediately brightened, he quickly stood up with laughter, and walked a few steps to greet them.

"It turns out that the seven major shopkeepers of Haicheng have arrived. Pengpi is shining, Pengpi is glowing." Sun Yunliang laughed, walked forward, cupped his fists and bowed.

The seven old men all smiled and clasped their fists one after another.

Meng Hao looked as usual and drank tea. Wei Li, who was beside him, immediately shrank his eyes when he saw the seven old men. He seemed to be in awe and whispered in Meng Hao's ear.

"Senior, these seven old men are the shopkeepers of seven shops in Haicheng. They have good cultivation and have a lot of demon hearts in their hands..."

"The place where the three sects built the demon heart in Haicheng is not only for cultivators, but also has strict requirements for the shops in Haicheng. All shops in Haicheng must exchange the demon heart to the three sects every year.

It's just that which sect the exchange is for depends on their own wishes, and it's not easy for the three sects to interfere..."

Meng Hao held the tea cup and took a sip. There was mist in my eyes. The whole person seemed a little empty. As if his mind was wandering too far, Wei Li didn't know if Meng Hao heard it.

Sun Yunliang was very happy in his heart, and when he looked at the middle-aged man, he showed appreciation. The middle-aged man was very excited, and he was even more polite to the seven shopkeepers around him.

Everyone was laughing and chatting as they walked towards the seats. Sun Yunliang was about to ask the maid to make tea, but the middle-aged man frowned, glanced at Meng Hao and Wei Li, and sent a message to Sun Yunliang.

"Elder Sun, who are these two?"

"It's a guest who came before. He should have some demon hearts for sale." Sun Yunliang said through a message.

"Elder, the seven shopkeepers are distinguished guests, so we should let the people below take care of them." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man felt at ease. He thought he was Sun Yunliang's friend before.

Sun Yunliang hesitated for a moment.

He turned around and looked at Meng Hao. Hold your fists with a smile.

"Fellow Taoist, I'm really sorry. How about you go downstairs and I'll have someone arrange for you to exchange it?"

When Meng Hao heard this, the clouds in his eyes slowly dissipated, and he put the teacup down. But as soon as the teacup fell, a maid immediately stepped forward to take it away under the gaze of the middle-aged man.

Meng Hao frowned, stood up, and looked up at Sun Yunliang.

"That's fine, I don't know how many spiritual stones I need to exchange for?"

"One demon heart and six hundred spirit stones, fellow Taoist, don't worry." Sun Yunliang said with a smile, raised his hands and clapped. Immediately, a disciple of Yanghun Dao came up quickly from the first floor. After bowing respectfully, he was about to lead Follow Meng Hao downstairs.

Meng Hao smiled, with a very light smile and a calm expression. He first took away the tea cup and asked for it. If the price was moderate, Meng Hao would not be able to accept it, but even the spiritual stones he exchanged were different from those of the seven shopkeepers.

With a smile on his face, he had already stood up, but sat down again.

As soon as he sat down, Sun Yunliang immediately frowned, feeling that the person in front of him was a little unfamiliar.

"Friend, our store belongs to the Yanghun Sect, and I am the deacon of the Yanghun Sect. This... is not a place for you to make trouble. It is better to go down by yourself than to be invited by others." The middle-aged man looked a little impatient. From his point of view, the person in front of him could only exchange a few hundred demon hearts at most.

He has seen so many people like this that he can't compare them with the seven shopkeepers around him. Each of these seven people is a person with a lot of evil heart. In order to bring these seven people here, he spent a lot of money. thoughts.

"You can try." Meng Hao said calmly.

His words immediately made Sun Yunliang's eyes freeze, and the middle-aged man also frowned, somewhat unclear about Meng Hao's background.

The seven old men next to them were also a little displeased. They could exchange their demonic hearts at any store. The reason why they chose this place was because the middle-aged man was really attentive during this period. The most important thing was that what he gave here was better than The other two cases have more.

After all, the Holy Lord sitting here now is Yanghunsheng.

"Elder Sun, Deacon Zhou, the time of the seven of us is limited, we can't stay for a long time, or we can talk about it next time." The old man among the seven people spoke calmly at this moment.

As soon as he said these words, the middle-aged man Zhou Xing immediately became anxious. Just when he was about to have Meng Hao blasted away, Elder Sun stepped forward and looked at Meng Hao.

"Fellow Taoist, isn't it just a matter of spirit stones? I have the final say. One demon heart can be exchanged for seven hundred spirit stones, okay?"

Meng Hao felt a little embarrassed when he heard this. He stood up with a smile and was about to go downstairs. Suddenly, the old man standing on the far right among the seven shopkeepers sneered.

"It turns out that the price of seven hundred spirit stones for any one person, Deacon Zhou, then how much will the spirit stones we are waiting for be exchanged for?"

As soon as he spoke, the other six people around him also nodded. These seven people could be sent by their respective sects to support a shop. They were all talented people. How could they not seize this opportunity when they saw it.

"Since he wants 700, then here, one demon heart needs to be exchanged for 800 spirit stones. No matter what, our exchange cannot be the same as that of any other person. Deacon Zhou, this is what you promised before."

"That's right, Deacon Zhou. We want more spirit stones because our demon hearts are very generous. The seven of us can compare to the amount you collect on the first floor for several months. If a few hundred demon hearts can be exchanged for the same price, how can we save our dignity?"

Sun Yunliang's face changed, and he was a little embarrassed. The middle-aged man surnamed Zhou also looked a little ugly, and glanced at Meng Hao and Wei Li coldly.

"Elder Sun, this is not appropriate."

Sun Yunliang hesitated for a moment, sighed inwardly, and before he could speak, a voice came from Meng Hao.

"You have a lot of demon hearts." Meng Hao looked at the seven old men.

"It's more than yours." The old man who spoke before said lightly among the seven old men.

"Do you dare to compete? The loser will give all the demon hearts in the storage bag to the other party!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves.

As soon as he spoke, the seven elders' expressions changed a little, and they all looked at Meng Hao intently. The atmosphere around them suddenly became oppressive. Sun Yunliang hurriedly stepped forward and clasped his fists to each other.

"Don't be angry, it's all Sun's fault that I didn't introduce you before. Fellow Daoist, these seven are the shopkeepers of the seven major shops in Haicheng. The number of demon hearts they harvest every year is not small.

Please give Sun a favor and let this matter go. How about it?"

Meng Hao's face changed slightly when he heard this, but he still snorted coldly, but his words were slightly softer.

"Since Elder Sun said so, let's forget about it." After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked downstairs immediately.

"Wait a minute!" The seven elders' eyes flashed, staring at Meng Hao, and one of them shook his body and instantly appeared in front of Meng Hao, blocking his way.

"What do you want!" Meng Hao shouted immediately, with a flash of panic in his eyes. He was used to cheating people since he was a child. If it was a performance, he had been used to it for hundreds of years and it was deeply rooted in his bones.

Even if these seven people were shrewd and calculating, they were not able to find any clues from Meng Hao's expression.

Deacon Zhou sneered with sarcasm in his eyes.

Sun Yunliang frowned, looked at Meng Hao, and then looked at the seven elders.

The old man who blocked Meng Hao's way had a flash of eyes and did not speak. At this moment, the other six old men also had a slight change of expression. Suddenly, one of them spoke lightly.

"We have the competition you mentioned before. The loser will have all the demon hearts on his body belong to the other party."

"Seven shopkeepers, this Taoist friend came to our store to exchange demon hearts for spirit stones. Even if he has some fierce words, please give Sun a face..." Sun Yunlong clasped his fists again.

Meng Hao seemed to be relieved. He walked around the old man who blocked his way and took Wei Li to the stairs immediately. However, no one saw the sneer on his lips.

He had calculated that the seven elders would definitely fall into the trap. In fact, it was indeed the case. After many attempts, the seven elders finally confirmed that even if this person had some evil intentions, he would never be better than the seven of them.

Sure enough, Meng Hao only walked out of six steps, and immediately two elders appeared in a flash and stopped him again.

"Misfortune comes from the mouth. Since you proposed the contest first, please."

Meng Hao looked ugly and was silent for a long time. With a gloomy face, he turned and walked up the stairs. Sun Yunliang smiled bitterly and showed an apologetic look to Meng Hao. The middle-aged man surnamed Zhou had a very obvious sarcastic expression.

"How to compete!" Meng Hao gritted his teeth and said, his expression seemed to be desperate.

"I am enough." One of the seven elders looked arrogant, walked a few steps, raised his right hand and waved it, and took out a storage bag.

"There are 13,000 low-grade demon hearts in it. Fellow Daoist, how many do you have!" The old man said, throwing the storage bag, which was immediately caught by Deacon Zhou. After scanning it with his spiritual sense, he nodded. In order to show fairness, he took out a stone wall.

This stone wall is more than ten feet high, and there are nine dragons carved on it. After the storage bag was placed on the stone wall by the middle-aged man surnamed Zhou, one of the dragons instantly became bright and lifelike, and the second dragon also emitted a bright light.

"Nine Dragon Demon Heart Scale, one dragon represents 10,000 low-grade demon hearts." Sun Yunliang also took out a similar stone wall as Meng Hao used it when he reminded him beside him.

"I don't know how many demon hearts you have here, please take them out and let us see them." The old man who was competing with Meng Hao spoke proudly.

The other six people around him also looked at Meng Hao with a smile, as if they had won him.

Deacon Zhou smiled even more brightly. He had long disliked Meng Hao, and at this moment, his expression was even more mocking. He really wanted to see what expression Meng Hao had when he saw this scene. (To be continued...) ()