The Green Eyed Eagle Ancestor and the Qingtian Turtle God were dumbfounded. Is this Heavenly Sword God Ancestor a lunatic? Chiyuan Mingjun personally took action, how dare you take such a big bet?

Xiao Huo, who was standing next to Lin Chen, saw them dumbfounded and said sarcastically: "Just now you said that my father has no money, what about now? Do you have the ability to spend 100 billion?"

Snap!

This sentence was like a slap in the face of the two green-eyed eagle ancestors, making them blush and feel aggrieved. Is it really a bully? Is it important to have money?

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Seeing this, the Black Prison Sword Ancestor immediately stood up for them: "Your cheap dad will be defeated by my sword, and these 100 billion mid-grade divine stones will eventually belong to Lord Ming."

Chiyuan Mingjun didn't care about this, he only cared about his face, and thought that Lin Chen's move was tantamount to openly opposing him and slapping him in the face.

An angry look flashed on his face, Chiyuan Mingjun stared at Lin Chen with disdain, and said: "Heavenly Sword God Ancestor, you are very courageous, I will accept this hundred billion middle-grade divine stone."

Lin Chen chuckled softly and said: "I want to thank you for giving me the opportunity to earn one trillion mid-grade divine stones. I hope you can get it by then."

"I don't need you to worry about it. You should just think about how to escape from the sword of Hell."

Chiyuan Mingjun looked stern, feeling that his majesty had been seriously challenged. He immediately waved his sleeves and ordered the green-bearded old man to keep accounts.

"yes."

The green-bearded old man opened and closed his eyes, divided his spiritual power into hundreds or thousands of strands, put it into the storage ring on the table, and counted the sacred stones inside. The other two old men assisted.

After dozens of breaths, the green-bearded old man looked at Lin Chen and asked in a cold voice: "Ancestor of the Heavenly Sword God, I ask you again, are you sure you want to pledge 100 billion mid-grade divine stones and this mixed spirit bead?

Win by yourself?”

"OK." Lin Chen said lightly.

"Okay." The green-bearded old man nodded coldly, quickly wrote out a voucher, asked Lin Chen to sign it, pressed his fingerprint, and finally handed the voucher to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen took a look, and after making sure it was correct, he took the certificate back to the storage ring, and said to Xiao Huo: "Let's go." After that, he walked outside with a normal expression.

The Bare Thunder Spear Ancestor hesitated for a moment and then chased after him: "The Heavenly Sword Ancestor, wait for me."

Xiaohuo said to him carelessly: "My father and I have offended that Chiyuan Mingjun to death, and you must have offended him too by joining us in such a hurry."

Bare Thunder Spear Ancestor grinned, showing his white front teeth and said: "Your dad did something that many people want to do but don't dare to do. It's really satisfying to watch."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Huo chatted with him even more happily, while Lin Chen didn't care and walked forward, getting closer and closer to the killing battlefield.

The Black Prison Sword Ancestor looked at Lin Chen's back with great hatred in his heart. He cupped his hands to Lord Chiyuan Ming and said, "Don't worry Lord Ming, I will definitely destroy him with my own hands."

"I believe you will not disappoint me, but this man dares to openly challenge me and is so conceited. He obviously relies on you. You must not be careless. If you fail, don't blame me for not helping you." Chi.

Yuan Mingjun's eyes warned, and he said meaningfully.

"yes."

When the Black Prison Sword Ancestor met his eyes, his heart suddenly became excited, and he quickly bowed and said yes.

"Walk."

Chiyuan Mingjun turned around and headed towards the killing battlefield. Black Prison Sword Ancestor and others quickly retreated to the left and right, and then quickly followed him, showing the utmost respect.

Seeing Lord Chiyuan Ming leaving, the Nine Divine Ancestors inside and outside Wanjin Tower looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.

At this time, a gentle and jade-like voice sounded outside: "Donor of Ten Thousand Talisman, why don't we bet on the Donor of Tianjian to win?"

I saw two people standing outside the Nine Paths Divine Ancestors. One was the Ten Thousand Talisman Electric Ancestor, and the other was a monk from the Light Demon Clan. He was fair-skinned and handsome, and was known as the Hongguang Zen Ancestor.

Hearing this, Wanfu Electric Ancestor quickly shook his head and said: "Master Changuang, the Sword God Ancestor was a lunatic that day. Why did you follow his madness? If you bet on him to win, you will definitely lose everything."

Zen Patriarch Hongguang said with a smile: "This Heavenly Sword Donor has won the title of the most powerful person in the six heavens in a row, and is regarded as the number one swordsman genius by your human race. He definitely doesn't look like a lunatic."

Wanfu Dianzu was speechless, and then heard the other party say: "Just now, when he faced the imposing Chiyuan Donor, he did not change his expression and made a huge gamble, which shows that he is well prepared."

Wanfu Dianzu argued forcefully: "He was bluffing, pretending to be calm, not to mention the Black Prison Sword Ancestor's strength is obvious to all, he has no chance of winning."

"Amitabha."

Zen Patriarch Hongguang clasped his hands together, did not argue with him, walked into Wanjin Tower on his own, and politely said to the green-bearded old man: "Poor monk Hongguang, bet five billion on the middle-grade sacred stone, the Black Hell Sword Patriarch and the Heavenly Sword."

The Ancestor God wins."

After saying that, he took out 10 billion middle-grade sacred stones and handed them to the green-bearded old man.

"Hongguang, you have both ends."

The green-bearded old man joked and quickly prepared two vouchers for him.

"Amitabha, money is something external to the body, and a poor monk just does it for fun." Zen Patriarch Hongguang put away the voucher with a smile, turned around and walked out.

Wanfu Electric Ancestor sighed: "Master Hongguang, you bet on both sides. Even if the Black Prison Sword Ancestor wins in the end, you will still lose most of it."

"Even if you lose money, it doesn't matter." Zen Patriarch Hongguang said as if he regarded money as dirt.

"You are really open-minded."

Wanfu Dianzu praised him, but in his heart he cursed: "Smelly bald donkey, if you don't love money, then wouldn't I, Wanfu, become a saint?"

Zen Patriarch Hongguang asked with a smile: "Donor of Wanfu, won't you place a bet?"

"I bet 10 billion on the victory of the Black Prison Sword Ancestor." Wanfu Electric Ancestor replied.

"The donor of Wanfu is so courageous, but if the Black Prison Sword Ancestor loses, you will suffer a big loss. You might as well learn from the poor monk, bet on both ends, and neither lose." Zen Patriarch Hongguang praised.

"No, I believe in the Black Prison Sword Ancestor." Wanfu Electric Ancestor smiled.

"Well, let's go to the killing battlefield."

Zen Patriarch Hongguang smiled and nodded, chatting with him as he left.

Seeing this, a group of the ancestors of the Nine Paths talked in a low voice: "It is often said that Hongguang Zen Patriarch has an experienced eye and is very accurate in judging people. Every time he bets, his wealth is not lost. The more he makes, the less he loses. Why don't we also bet?"

Let’s bet on the Heavenly Sword Divine Ancestor winning?”

Someone soon agreed: "Yes, we can bet less. The odds for the Sword God Ancestor that day were ten to one. If he won, even if the bet was only one billion, he would still get ten billion."

What gamblers like to do the most is to make big gains with small things, and among the Nine Divine Ancestors present, there is not a single fool, and they all have considerable wisdom.

Seeing Lin Chen's gamble, these Nine Path God Ancestors all suspected that he was bound to win this battle, because there is no such thing as a sheep falling into a tiger's mouth.

After what Zen Ancestor Hongguang did, the Nine Divine Ancestors who had this intention began to place their bets on both ends.

Although cultivators who can cultivate to the realm of the Nine Divine Ancestors are not as rich as Lin Chen, they still have no problem casually spending two to three billion.

Seeing this, the green-eyed Eagle Ancestor who had just been slapped in the face by Xiaohuo snorted: "Even though that kid is invincible in swordsmanship, he has only broken through the realm of the Nine Paths Divine Ancestors for a few days. I don't think he has had time to consolidate his realm. How can he defeat the Black Prison?"

Sword Ancestor?"

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