The sword discussion conference has entered the intermission time

Although many people have reached the state of fasting, there are still many people eating in the canteen set up at odd hours by the competition organizer.

Since there are free meals, Ye Xiao will not miss it.

"Hello, Master Wang!"

Jin Weili walked to "Wang Ming" and said hello.

Behind him were a dozen fanatical female fans, standing not far from him, holding posters and banners, and screaming crazily.

Ye Xiao was putting chicken legs on the plate at the dining table, thinking about the modification of the Rongyang Ba Tijue, and ignored Jin Weili.

"Wang Ming! Senior Brother Jin is calling you! Why are you so rude!"

"Damn it, who does Wang Ming look down on?"

"If I were called by my name by Senior Brother Jin, I would die without regrets."

…

Seeing that Wang Ming ignored him, the female fans around him immediately exploded.

"Oh, yes, are you calling me? I didn't pay attention just now." Ye Xiao turned around with the plate in hand, and was chewing a big chicken leg in his other hand.

This chicken drumstick tastes good, so delicious that Ye Xiao forgets that his current identity is Wang Ming.

"Master Wang, the sword has no eyes in the arena. I advise you to surrender quickly, lest you lose your life in vain!"

"You came to me just to say this? If there is nothing else, then I will continue to eat." Ye Xiao turned around and continued to put chicken legs on the plate.

This restaurant has limited service hours, so you have to eat more before it closes.

"You! Really want to die?" Jin Weili frowned.

"That's right, our senior brother Jin has good intentions, but you actually treat him like a donkey's liver and lungs." A female fan said in support.

"You should eat more while you can now. Once you get on the stage, you will have to eat liquid food for the rest of your life." Another female fan said disdainfully.

…

"You don't have the guts to kill me, and you can't kill me. You don't want to give up victory, and you don't want to offend the Wang family, and you don't want to lose your tall and heroic image. So, you came to persuade me to surrender." Ye Xiao didn't show any shame.

, took a dinner plate full of chicken legs, found a seat and sat down, and started eating in a hurry.

"Do you think I really don't dare to take action?" Jin Weili looked stern and placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Stop pretending, the cafeteria will stop serving food in a while. I still need to eat a few more large chicken drumsticks. Please give me those pan-fried buns with vermicelli noodles and noodles of yours. You are affecting my appetite.

That's it." Ye Xiao said, emptied the food on the plate, stood up and went to the dining table again.

"Do you really think I'm kidding you?" Jin Weili's handsome face turned red.

The man in front of me really deserves a beating!

"If you want to take action here, don't blame me for smashing your face with my fist." Wang Rui's lazy voice came from behind.

"Hmph! Very good, you Wang family are all very good. Wang Ming, you spent money to bribe the elders of Zhengqimen and you think you are invincible! Huh! Don't let me meet you in the knockout round, otherwise I promise to let you know what it means.

Regret." Jin Weili glanced at Wang Rui with fear, snorted coldly, put down a harsh word, turned around and left the cafeteria.

The time came to 12:50 noon, and Ye Xiao came out of the restaurant with Wang Rui.

There are still ten minutes left before the knockout rounds begin.

A bulletin board has been erected next to the martial arts stage. On the bulletin board, the names of seven contestants, including Jin Weili and Wang Ming, are hung.

Many people gathered under the bulletin board, which seemed very lively.

"What are you doing?" Ye Xiao glanced at it and asked a little strangely.

"What else can we do? This is a gambling game opened by the Yin and Yang Gate. On the bulletin board, there is a prediction and analysis of each contestant, so that gamblers can place their bets." Wang Rui glanced at it and explained disdainfully.

He had been attacked by the elders of the Yin-Yang Sect, so he naturally had no favorable impression of a profit-seeking sect like the Yin-Yang Sect.

The Yin-Yang Sect is indeed a very peculiar sect. Unlike other sects that pursue the inheritance of skills and cultivation to become immortals, the Yin-Yang Sect pursues something very vulgar - that is, money.

No matter what the profession is, as long as it can make money, the disciples of the Yin and Yang Sect will not refuse anyone. Therefore, the reputation of the Yin and Yang Sect in China is not very good.

However, in various competitions in the world of cultivation, you can always see the Yin-Yang Gate opening a gambling game.

Therefore, for some people, the Yin Yang Gate is still very prestigious in terms of being the master.

"If you pass by, don't miss it. Give it a try and the bicycle will become a motorcycle. Take a gamble and the car will become a Land Rover."

Under the notice board, several girls wearing bunny girl clothes were holding odds signs and shouting vigorously.

"I bought Hu Hansan to enter the semi-finals for five million Chinese coins."

"I bought Jin Weili first, 10 million Huaxia coins."

Many spectators placed bets one after another, and for a moment, it felt like they were in Las Vegas.

"How come this Jin Weili only pays 1.01 for one? With such low odds, how do you open the Yin and Yang Gate?" A thin middle-aged man complained.

"If you want higher odds, you can buy Wang Ming, the third son of the Wang family. Betting on him to win the first place pays three to one. Maybe it will be an upset?"

"To buy him, I might as well throw my money into the water and hear the sound. Everyone knows that Wang Ming can win a game, that is unless the Wang family bribes all the players." Someone sneered.

"Do you have any spiritual stones on you?" Ye Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up.

a moment later

A hearty voice sounded.

"Girl, help me bet Wang Ming to win the championship, a hundred spiritual stones." Wang Rui casually pushed aside the crowd and said to a receptionist.

One hundred spiritual stones, according to the market price, are equivalent to one billion Chinese coins, which is also a huge amount of money for many aristocratic families in the capital.

When everyone heard that it was Wang Ming who won the championship, they all cast surprised glances.

"Master Wang, are you sure you want to buy your brother No. 1?" A middle-aged man with a big belly came out from behind the table, with a suspicious look on his face.

This man is the person in charge of the gambling stall here at Yin Yang Gate.

"Why, I can't buy it?" Wang Rui said coldly.

"One hundred spirit stones, according to the current market price, are worth one billion Chinese coins. Doesn't Mr. Wang need to discuss this with his family elders?"

"Master, do I need to discuss it with my family when I spend money?"

…

In the open space, the originally huge martial arts stage has been divided into three equal parts by fences. Because the original martial arts stage was very huge, even if it was divided, each venue would be as big as half a football field.

The stands were already full of people, and everyone sat in their seats early, waiting for the competition to begin.

Occasionally, a few Yin-Yang Sect members walked by carrying boxes, selling melon seed drinks in the boxes.

There was no master matchup in the morning preliminary round, so many people focused on the afternoon match.

"We now officially begin the knockout rounds! Now I will announce the results of the draw."

The host's words immediately silenced the venue. Everyone became serious and looked at the stage with bated breath.

The quality of the draw directly affects the final ranking.

"The first martial arts performance, Jin Weili versus He Guoqiang."

"The second martial arts performance, Hong Anbang versus Chu Ruixue."

"The third martial arts stage, Hu Hansan versus Zong Jianping"
Chapter completed!