Ji Zhi's face suddenly looked a little ugly, with resentment and disdain, and said in a deep voice:

"This Chen Fusheng, relying on the support of Yuxiangliu from the 'Zhishui Lingshan', defected and sinister, robbed me of two opportunities! I suspect that your position is also related to him!"

Li Yuanbi, who had been sitting quietly like an iceberg for a long time, suddenly glanced at Ji Zhi and said suspiciously:

"The guardian you are talking about is named Chen Fusheng?"

"That's right! I want to peel him off the bones!" Ji Zhi gritted her teeth, but she immediately felt it, looking at Li Yuanbi in confusion:

"Fellow Daoist Li, do you know this person?"

But she suddenly realized and clapped her hands hard, "Yes, he is the Taoist inheritance. The master died, so she went to Chaochun Tower to rely on him!"

Li Yuanbi said calmly:

"Although he is a Taoist sect, it has nothing to do with me. Since he is willing to fall into depravity and becomes a lackey, then he will go there, and it will be a dead end in the end."

Yue Feiqun and Mao Kongtong behind Ji Zhi looked embarrassed again.

"The three parties started to compete, so we made a charter together!" Ji Zhi emphasized and looked around everyone, "It was a charter, but it was actually a bet!"

"How do you want to bet?" Song Chongyang asked in a deep voice.

The picture of Ji Chi pointing toward the hanging on the wall:

"From noon tomorrow, whoever grasps the two veins and luck first will be the winner! The loser will admit defeat and contribute three bottles of 'Qiyun Danzhu' to the winner!"

"Hahahaha..." Song Chongyang laughed loudly, pinched the heavy sword of "sending coffin" in his hand, and made a sound, "You are rushing to give me 'Rule Danzhu', then I'm going to accept it!"

A bottle of "Qiyun Dan Zhu" is the essence of the full moon in a temple and altar, and it is not undesirable.

If you can get this bet, anybody present may take off from now on. The advantage will grow bigger and bigger, and you will eventually seize the Baoqi Town first.

Li Yuanbi did not comment. He had already regarded Baoqi Zhenling Kiln as the item in his pocket. So this bet was also the item in his pocket for him.

After Song Chongyang laughed, he suddenly frowned again:

"Is Changmen a dead person? Just watching us compete?"

Ji Zhi smiled and said:

"I have already compiled a book and sent it to Chaochun Tower. If they dare to accept it, it is considered that they have joined, and the bet is still valid. However, they have the worst strength, how dare they accept it?"

"That's right. Even though I know I lost, I can't make it a reason to rush to give gifts." Song Chongyang nodded.

Li Yuanbi suddenly said indifferently:

"I will write another letter and inform Chaochunlou to accept this appointment. I want to see how Chen Fusheng, a guardian, chooses."

He said, standing up, "Five Streets compete in competition, I start from East Street. From noon tomorrow, you will pay attention to your palms and wait for the news of my victory."

After saying that, Li Yuanbi stepped away, and Tan Chan hurriedly followed.

The master and servant disappeared immediately outside the night.

"Ahhhh!"

Song Chongyang spat outside the door, "The bigger the smelly shelf, the more painful it will hit on the face!"

Ji Zhi's round face was also a little stiff, and she said after a while:

"I choose West Street, starting from West Street tomorrow at noon."

Song Chongyang nodded, gently lifted the heavy sword of "Sending the Coffin" and held it in his hand, turned around and strode outward:

"I choose North Street, I will make sure to see who will laugh to the end! Hahaha..."

Amid laughter, Jiao San and Meng Si followed, and Song Chongyang left far away.

The entire luxurious hall suddenly fell into silence.

Yue Feiqun looked at the night outside the door, leaned over slightly, and whispered:

"Miss Ji Chi, Song Chongyang is famous, and Li Yuanbi is the son of a genius whom Penglai has devoted himself to cultivating! This bet... is it too hasty?"

Mao Kongtong's hands were put together in his sleeves, and he frowned, and said in a hoarse voice:

"The bet the winner gets is too amazing! If there is a slight mistake, it will be behind from now on and it will be extremely difficult to turn over... It is indeed a bit anxious."

Ji Zhi's smile was gone, leaving only a shrewd and mocking expression, and said calmly:

"What I pursue is the Yellow Bird in the Hunter. Since I made this bet, there is naturally my reason. Although Song Chongyang and Li Yuanbi are strong, they are not as strong as heaven."

Yue Feiqun couldn't help asking:

"But why are you so anxious? With the Lord Tuoba as your support, we will win and not lose, and there is no need to be so anxious..."

Ji Zhi shook her head slowly and murmured:

"The end of the year is approaching, and Yuanxi is coming. If you cannot build a spiritual kiln before Yuanxi, you will lose the quota to enter the underworld...that will never turn over!"

Yue Feiqun and Mao Kongtong heard the "Yuanxi" and "the quota of the underworld", and immediately showed an envious and horrified expression, and bowed their heads and remained silent.

After a while, Mao Kongtong said again:

"I wonder if the boy named Chen, the guard of Changmen, will meet the appointment! It just so happens that the new and old hatreds are calculated together. I can't take advantage of the boy's power and rampant!"

Ji Zhi's face suddenly turned resentful and said in a deep voice:

"My hunter and Li Yuanbi's Taoist sect were forced to write books at the same time, and Chaochunlou had to respond. We should prepare early. Not only will we win, but we will also peel and remove the kid's bones. We should not let it go!"

Yue Feiqun and Mao Kongtong looked at each other and laughed:

"Hahaha... With Miss Ji Chi's words, we will feel relieved!"

"That kid must be a disaster!!"

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Chapter completed!