When approaching Mr. Qi, it was naturally to win over the Qi Palace and canvass the votes for the next crucial battle for the Taifu.

But he couldn't understand Lin Yi's bet with Mr. Qi this time.

There are only two kinds of results for betting.

One result is that when Mr. Qi wins, Lin Yi loses 100,000 luck and has to kneel down and kowtow. Even if Lin Yi is willing to accept the bet and fulfill his contract, Mr. Qi will never look down on him with his temperament, but will only look down on him even more.

Another result is that if Mr. Qi loses, whether he is willing to accept the loss or not, he will inevitably hold a grudge against Lin Yi in the end.

For Lin Yi, is this any benefit?

After thinking about it, Lu Chunfeng could only boil down to one point. Lin Yi was interested in the bet of 100,000 luck.

"The eyelids are still shallow."

It was not surprising that Lu Chunfeng said this in his heart. After all, not everyone has a background like him, and he has the confidence to regard his luck as luck as a must.

It can be seen from the performance of the second generation present that a hundred thousand luck can make them survive.

Even the second generation is like this, and it is even less surprising that Lin Yi is a grassroots player.

As for the fortune-telling fortune shown by the fortune scale before, Lu Chunfeng didn't care much about it.

The lucky scale calculates the valuation, not the real luck in the true sense.

He knew how well this kind of valuation was.

When the position of Taifu is settled, the valuation of the artificial rules under Lin Yi's name will inevitably plummet. It is highly likely that they will be beaten back to the grassroots prototype by one wave.

The bet continues.

The Thirteenth is still winning.

No matter how angry Mr. Qi was or how he used all kinds of external tricks, even if it was a desperate situation for everyone to see, No. 13 could always survive in an unexpected way.

At the end of the development, the second generation in the stands were completely speechless.

Even, in turn, someone began to cheer for No. 13.

I'm a little bit timid, but being able to spend so many games in a row is enough to prove that this person has something real.

It's just that thing, they just can't understand.

The worship of the strong still exists even in their top second-generation circle.

No matter how ugly the winning posture is, as long as you can keep winning, you can win their pursuit, and No. 13 is no exception.

In fact, to this point, many people have been betting on No. 13 in turn.

In a blink of an eye, No. 13 won five consecutive games again.

Such an amazing performance is rare even in the history of Yeyang Palace, let alone winning in such a dramatic way.

Mr. Qi's face turned dark and turned into a bottom of the pot.

He had already lost five games to the ten-set bets he and Lin Yi.

In other words, even if No. 13 died suddenly in the next game, Lin Yi was invincible.

On the contrary, if the Thirteenth continues to win, he will lose!

"Stop! I'm going to check it myself!"

Mr. Qi immediately came to the stage in person and conducted a comprehensive inspection of No. 13, vowing to find No. 13's real trump card.

Seeing this, Lu Chunfeng followed and helped from the side.

"Someone can't afford to lose."

Zhao Feng made a fuss in the stands, and the rest of the rooms also followed suit.

After all, Mr. Qi's face was not as good as their bet on No. 13. Moreover, Mr. Qi was not unworthy of being offended by none of them.

Zhao Feng can not buy Mr. Qi’s account, but the other second-generations of the same level can do it.

Mr. Qi ignored it.

From the soul to the body, he and Lu Chunfeng did not miss any possible details, and carefully checked for a quarter of an hour.

However, the final result was nothing.

"How is it possible? There must be something wrong!"

Mr. Qi still didn't give up, but he had already used all the methods he could use just now. If he couldn't find it, he wouldn't find it.

If you insist on continuing, you have to deal with it directly in No. 13's body. Lin Yi was watching it on it, so naturally it was impossible for him to let him do such a thing.

What's more, there are so many second generations watching.

Lu Chunfeng pondered for a moment and said, "Do you still remember the number 4 that was sacrificed in the first game? The unusual strong fortune of No. 13 is probably exchanged for that wave of sacrifice. This should be the only explanation."

Mr. Qi frowned: "Do you really think that is a sacrifice?"

Lu Chunfeng spread his hands: "I can't think of other possibilities. The only suspense is, who did he sacrifice to?"

“Isn’t this simple yet?”

Mr. Qi snorted coldly, and immediately reached out and pinched No. 13's neck: "Say! Who did you offer sacrifices to?"

No. 13's eyes were blurred and he looked demented and could not answer at all.

Lu Chunfeng frowned and said, "Is it some kind of indescribable existence?"

Looking at the current state of No. 13, it is clearly a taboo.

However, therefore, the suspicion of his sacrifice to the gods was ruled out.

What the gods want is to make a name for themselves and spread miracles to all directions so as to gain more believers.

The one who performed the sacrificial No. 13 is obviously unwilling to be named.

This has basically verified Lu Chunfeng's conjecture.

"interesting."

Lu Chunfeng was immediately excited.

For him, this discovery is far more valuable than winning over Mr. Qi himself!

Being able to accept sacrifices means that the other party is at least a demigod level.

Looking at the entire inner court, the last time that a demigod powerful man who was clearly verified was more than 150 years ago.

Since then, no demigod powerhouses have appeared again.

As the inheritor of the secret of the rules of being a strange product, Lu Chunfeng knew very well that the fundamental reason for his own secret lies in how big the leeks he could cut.

His eyes have now been placed on the top powerhouses.

But that's not enough, he has to go further!

He, Lu Chunfeng, is a genius who has never been born in the world for all ages. His limits are far more than a top-level powerful man. He must also reach a higher peak.

The powerful demigod is the goal he had already planned.

If the strange seeds can be placed on the demigod powerful man, it would be a scene that would make people excited to think about it.

Thinking of this, Lu Chunfeng's eyes at No. 13 suddenly became extremely fierce.

This person is the ready-made clue to finding the powerful demigod!

Unfortunately, no matter how Young Master Qi forced his confession under the ban, No. 13 could not give any valid information.

In this case, even if the soul search technique is used, it will not have any effect.

At this time, Lin Yi's voice sounded.

"If Mr. Qi wants to force him to withdraw from the competition in this way, I can understand that the next bet will not be needed, even if it is a draw."

The audience was in an uproar. I just let it go when I saw the 100,000 luck in my hand. Lin Yi is so easy to talk to?
Chapter completed!