Chapter 1190 Gambling

Regaining his mood, Chen Mo came to the old man. This time Chen Mo restrained his temper and raised his head to look at the old man. The old man's nostrils were turned upward and he disdained to look at Chen Mo.

"Senior, it is said that everyone in the arena is a gambler by nature. I wonder if you are willing to make a bet with me. As long as I complete a hundred consecutive wins in the arena, you will apologize to me."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the old man and Sister Hong changed.

Even the faces of the two guards flashed with disdain.

Let alone Chen Mo's 100-game winning streak, even 50-game winning streak would impress them.

Sister Hong didn't expect that Chen Mo not only refused to admit his mistakes, but also fought with the old man. This made her speechless for a moment, and at the same time she felt a little embarrassed. Can Chen Mo complete a hundred consecutive victories?

"Boy, you said you wanted to fight me?"

The old man was happy, "Since the opening of the arena, there are many monks who have won a hundred consecutive victories. They have all become strong men. For example, Liang Huashao, the ancestor of the Tianmen, once achieved a hundred consecutive victories hundreds of years ago. Now he has won a hundred consecutive victories. He is a powerful person who transforms into gods.”

"So the arena is protected by the Heavenly Clan, and no one will cause trouble. But you, it seems, are not a Heavenly Clan, but you dare to cause trouble here. I guarantee you will not end well."

Liang Huashao!

As soon as Chen Mo heard this name, he knew that he was the current leader of Tianmen.

However, because Liang Huashao is old.

Therefore, the dragon has its head but not its tail, which is a signal to Chen Mo.

The arena is covered by a sky gate, making it easier for him to penetrate inside.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo vowed: "Senior, you just need to tell me whether you accept my bet. If you don't want to, then I won't force it."

"Who says you don't want to? I'm afraid you'll default on your debt." The old man agreed immediately.

He didn't believe that Chen Mo could complete a hundred consecutive victories. After all, it had been too long since there had been such a strong person in the arena.

Immediately, Chen Mo and the old man high-fived each other and made an oath.

If Chen Mo wins, the old man apologizes. If he loses, Chen Mo not only apologizes, but also leaves Suan Tianxing.

Regarding this, Chen Mo had no pressure at all.

"Sister Hong, take him to the Xuanwu Field. I want to see how he can complete a hundred consecutive victories." The old man ordered.

Sister Hong nodded and took Chen Mo to the Xuanwu Field.

Along the way, Chen Mo asked curiously: "Sister Hong, the elders just now were very polite to you. I wonder what your identity is?"

After listening to Chen Mo's words, Sister Hong stopped, and a hint of worry flashed across her beautiful face. It was hard to imagine that someone in a high position like her would have such a look.

"Young Master, as the saying goes, it is virtue for a woman to be without talent, but I just show off and make fun of others every day. Maybe this is my helpless behavior."

Sister Hong at this moment does not have much charm, but gives Chen Mo a very warm temperament. There must be something unspeakable about her, but Chen Mo will not ask.

Everyone has their own secrets.

Either bury it in your heart or tell others.

When I arrived at the Xuanwu Field, I looked up and saw a sea of ​​people. The layout in the middle was almost the same as that of the Beast Xuan Field, but... it was a huge arena, and people were already fighting in the arena.

The circular viewing seats were overcrowded.

Sister Hong found a manager who was on the edge and said straight to the point: "He is here to participate in the Xuanwu Field. If you think his strength is suitable, transfer him away from the Baisheng Field."

"he?"

The steward looked directly at Chen Mo with colored glasses. In his opinion, Chen Mo was very ordinary, with a bland temperament and no aura of a strong man. Could a guy like this come to the Baisheng Arena just to gather numbers.

However, since it was Sister Hong who arranged to come.

Even if the steward is dissatisfied, he will arrange an appearance for Chen Mo.

Chen Mo looked at the steward.

A black robe set off his seriousness, his weather-beaten expression was calm and intimidating, as deep as the sea, and he actually had the aura of a Nascent Soul monk.

"If your guess is correct, you should be here for gold plating."

The steward said with a "I've seen through you" expression, and said with a smile: "I look down on people like you very much. You said your place is not good, so you insist on coming to the arena, which may put your life in danger."

"However, for Sister Hong's sake, I will arrange an opponent with poor cultivation for you."

The steward's name is Gou Cangtian.

He has been the steward of the gladiatorial arena for several years. Usually the monks brought by Sister Hong are the eldest children of a certain family. The purpose is to participate in the Xuanwu Arena and increase their reputation.

People like Chen Mo who seem to be weak.

Gou Cangtian was even more certain that Chen Mo was here to plate gold.

After listening to Gou Cangtian's words, Chen Mo smiled and said nothing.

If others don't recognize you, you won't have to compete. In the end, it will not only be a waste of time, but even if you prove success, you will only be able to make the other party look down upon you.

Therefore, there is no need to waste any time with him.

Seeing that Chen Mo didn't speak, Gou Cangtian became more convinced of his thoughts and spoke without fear. He pointed at the two people fighting in the ring and said, "Did you see that those two people are Nascent Soul cultivators, and even the stars are the same?" The first-class genius is vulnerable in a hundred-win game and cannot sustain ten consecutive victories."

Chen Mo looked at the ring. In the middle were the two early stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Both had equal fighting prowess. Their attacks were extremely ruthless and they sought to kill with one strike. However, because they had super strong body skills in both hands, they were able to dodge with great difficulty. The opponent's attack.

Gou Cangtian said again: "Boy, it's too late to quit now. Don't let me arrange an opponent for you. If you are defeated at once, you will be embarrassed at least, and your life will be hard to save at worst."

"Senior, please arrange your opponent."

Just when Gou Cangtian thought that Chen Mo would quit.

Chen Mo's words left Gou Cangtian speechless. This guy must be deaf. After saying so much, he just hoped that he would withdraw so as not to sacrifice his life.

As a result, Chen Mo still had to arrange his opponent.

"Very good, since you want to arrange your opponent, then I will do as you wish." Gou Cangtian shouted coldly in anger: "Once the winner is determined between the two people in the ring, you will deal with the victor."

Gou Cangtian wanted to know what confidence Chen Mo had to dare to fight on stage. The monks who came to the Xuanwu Field were all famous geniuses. They were all trying to increase their fame or earn spiritual stones.

Therefore, the monks in Xuanwu Field never give up.

"Look, Qin Hai has won." At this moment, the audience was excited. The two monks in the ring decided the winner. The winner was named Qin Hai. After winning, he enjoyed the attention of everyone.

"Qin Hai, I love you."

"Qin Hai, you are so handsome, I will give birth to a monkey for you." A famous and beautiful woman couldn't help but charm Qin Hai, her enthusiastic attitude seemed to devour Qin Hai alive.

This shocked Chen Mo. Sure enough, women are all vain, because Chen Mo saw that Qin Hai's face was uglier and even more vicious than most people.

This guy just won a game of Xuanwu Field.

As for being so dazzling?