"Wow! The local tyrant's sword is so powerful!"

The martial arts cultivators immediately became excited again.

They were all thinking about who to take prisoner.

"The odds for a local tyrant's sword are twenty times. I made a lot of money today!"

Some martial arts cultivators became excited.

"Tsk, do you think Guan Shanyue can really afford it?"

Some martial arts cultivators doubted it.

"Whether he can afford it or not is his business.

Even if he issues an IOU, he still has to give it to us!"

Some don't care.

“The key is, can Ye Liuyun win?

Have you seen the treasure hanging around the martial artist's neck?

It may be to shield the soul from attacking..." Some martial arts cultivators were making random guesses.

At this time Lei Ming took a bunch of storage rings and ran to the gaming table again.

"Bet! Bet that my little brother will win!"

The martial artist at the gambling table tremblingly took over a pile of storage rings and began to count them.

Now even he confirmed that Guan Shanyue probably couldn't afford to pay so much money.

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Chapter completed!