Chapter 645: Gambling, Odds, Big Money, One Hundred Top-Grade Talent Stones, Twenty Semi-Saint Treasures

"clear."

Bai Ye and Yan Zimo answered in unison.

"Okay, if that's the case, then please go to the high platform and wait. After I announce the start, you two can take action."

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the gray ink flowed into the word "empty" on the backs of their hands.

The next moment, the two figures disappeared in an instant. When they appeared again, they had already appeared on the high platform, and then the middle-aged man's voice echoed throughout the auction house.

"Welcome to the Mobao Pavilion. It will take half an hour for the big auction to start. In order to allow everyone here to kill time, as in the past, the high platform of the Mobao Pavilion will also be used as a literary platform for everyone to use. You can come on stage to discuss.”

"In addition, as in the past, in order to make the competition more attractive and better for you, Mobao Pavilion has specially opened a handicap for you to place your bets and have fun."

"Yan Zimo, twenty-eight years old, is a Confucian scholar and a disciple of the Yan family. He has shown strong aptitudes since he was a child. He began to write calligraphy and ink at the age of seven. He has a profound foundation. Later, he became a member of the Yan family at the age of thirteen. It is difficult to find an opponent among his peers. Later, he was accepted as the direct descendant by the head of the Yan family and entered the main family. He learned the two-word method of "killing" and "killing" from Yansheng. Later, in the selection of the saint, he was defeated by Sui Bai, one of the contemporary saints. The number of his subordinates is only a thousand, but his true strength can be ranked among the top 100 in the contemporary era."

"Bai Ye, twenty-six years old, a great Confucian scholar, a disciple of Yan Sheng Academy in the secular world. He started writing and writing at the age of ten. It is said that he was born with the soul of a saint and will become a saint in the future. A few days ago, he broke through the sky alone and went deep into the world of chaos. , and then returned safe and sound.”

As the middle-aged man spoke, a water curtain formed in the entire space above the auction platform, and two areas were divided into two areas in the water curtain, with the names of Bai Ye and Yan Zimo and their evaluations written respectively.

It's just that the description of Yan Zimo is very detailed, but he doesn't know much about Bai Ye.

"If you want to bet on which talent will win, you can throw your talent stones into the water curtain under the corresponding person's name. The bets are valid until the end of the competition. In addition, there is no upper limit for bets. You can bet as much as you want. How much to bet, as for the odds.”

The middle-aged man waved his hand again, and words appeared on the water screen again, "Bai Ye, one will lose two points, and Yan Zimo will lose nine points."

"One is a direct descendant of Yan Sheng's family, and the other is a student of Yan Sheng Academy in the secular world. It's really interesting."

"Bai Ye's strength is pretty good, too. His odds against Yan Zimo are only one or two points, while Yan Zimo's odds are as high as nine points."

"Indeed, Mo Bao Pavilion never does anything to lose money. It seems that Mo Bao Pavilion cannot guarantee that Yan Zimo will win in this fight."

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, everyone present began to communicate and then took out their talent stones to place bets. For a while, the entire auction house became extremely lively.

Zhong Qi and Mo Yao below looked at the odds above, looking puzzled. Then they heard Ci Song Chuanyin explain to them: "It is very troublesome to explain the odds in detail. Let me make an analogy and you will know. ”

"If I beat Senior Brother Bai Ye with ten taels of silver, then after Senior Brother Bai Ye wins, I can get the principal of ten taels plus ten taels multiplied by the odds, that is, ten taels plus thirteen taels, a total of twenty-three If I bet on Yan Zimo to win, then after he wins, I will get ten taels plus his odds, a total of nineteen taels of silver."

After Mo Yao and Zhong Qi listened, they understood the role of odds. Then they heard Mo Yao ask: "Is the odds related to strength?"

"That's it."

Zhong Qi nodded. He had roughly understood the rules of this gambling battle from the simple analogy of Ci Song, and then continued: "It seems that Mo Bao Pavilion is not optimistic about Bai Ye winning, so his odds are high. Above, if that’s the case, then I won’t be polite, this time I want to make a fortune from this so-called gambling.”

After saying that, Zhong Qi turned to look at the middle-aged man who was still standing behind him and asked: "Sir, you just said that there is no upper limit for this bet, right?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he turned to look at Zhong Qi. Although he didn't understand why Zhong Qi asked this, he still nodded.

"Yes, no cap."

"good."

After Zhong Qi received the confirmed answer, he directly put his hand on the jade pendant, then took out a hundred talent stones that exuded golden light. Then, under the shocked eyes of the middle-aged man, he threw all the talent stones into Bai Ye's custody. Into the pool.

"I bet on Bai Ye to win."

Zhong Qi's move instantly attracted the attention of everyone around him. They all looked up and looked at the rising amount of bets on the water curtain, with shocked expressions in their eyes.

"Hey, did I read it right? That person seemed to be betting on the best talent stone?"

"Crazy, crazy, this is really crazy. One hundred top-quality talent stones are enough to buy most of the items in this auction. Could it be that he has used all his money to bet?"

"Young people are impulsive. What kind of prodigal son is this? Aren't you afraid of being blamed by your family?"

For a time, everyone was talking about it, and no one was optimistic about Zhong Qi's bet.

When Mo Yao and Ci Song saw this scene, they were both stunned. Zhong Qi still looked easy-going, turned to smile at Ci Song, and explained: "Bai Ye's strength, everyone knows It’s very clear that I don’t think he will lose to a so-called disciple of our family.”

After Zhong Chang finished speaking, he picked up the teapot and poured tea into the empty cup in front of him. Then he tasted it carefully, as if he had already won.

"I bet on Bai Ye to win."

Ci Song's move shocked the onlookers again. They looked at the rising numbers on the water curtain and the five conspicuous words "Top Talent Stone", and they were speechless for a while.

"Twenty pieces of semi-saint treasures, isn't he afraid of losing?"

"Whose son is this? He is so rich that he can take out twenty pieces of semi-saint treasures at will?"

"Maybe he is a student of our family. After all, there are many students in our family who are extremely talented but extravagant."

For a while, the people in the auction hall were all boiling. They looked at the rising bet amount and were filled with shock.

As Ci Song finished betting, everyone present also began to bet. Some of them bet on Bai Ye, some bet on Yan Zimo, but most of them still bet on Yan Zimo. In their opinion, Yan Zimo was a member of the Yan Sheng family after all, and the teachings he received were far beyond Bai Ye's imagination. No matter how strong Bai Ye was, he was just an ordinary student in a secular academy.

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