Seeing that Zhang Yuantai was still hesitating, Mai Zhuren quickly said in his ear: "The thing in his hand may be an appraisal report. If you spread it, you will lose nothing!"

In fact, there is no appraisal report? Mai Zhuren said this simply because he wanted to take the handle of Zhang Yuantai's improper position and threaten to steal the legacy of the gambling saint step by step in the future.

The young and energetic Zhang Yuantai was determined to protect his heir status. When he heard this, he hurriedly ordered his subordinates to rush towards his brother A Xiao.

Seeing the black-clad thug attacking, Axiao grabbed "Yangxin Jue" and rolled out and fled, but was pressed down on the white sand outside the hall in a few steps.

Yuantai walked up to Ah Xiao in the form of a victorious person, picked up the "Yangxin Jue" on the ground, flipped it a few times, and veins on his forehead suddenly rose.

"Everyone in the world says that the old man has skill, but he didn't expect that this most expensive thing would be left secretly for you! Are you worthy of this bastard?"

All jealousy, anger and resentment surged into Zhang Yuantai's heart, causing blue veins to rise on his forehead, and completely died of a gentle and hypocritical mask. Against the backdrop of dark clouds and thunder above his head, he looked like a roaring beast.

When Ah Xiao saw that Zhang Yuantai was angry, he was going to tear up the "Yangxin Jue". His energy burst out in his body, and he actually shook several burly men, jumped up and grabbed the scriptures, and wrestled with his brothers.

While the two were arguing, in the dark clouds that had been accumulated for a long time, raindrops as big as bullets poured down, hitting heavily on the "Yangxin Jue". The true energy suddenly overflowed when the raindrops fell, and the two felt that the true scriptures became more and more intense, but no one was willing to let go.

Zhang Yuantai immediately understood that the rain could destroy the scriptures, so he took Axiao's arm and raised the scriptures high above his head. He saw a thunder pillar hitting from the sky, like a thunder dragon with a huge mouth swallowing the two of them into a thunderous aura. The two felt dizzy all over their bodies, but they still held the scriptures tightly.

At this moment, the scriptures were slowly burned when they encountered water. However, under the influence of the true qi of Zhang's ancestors, the ink words on the scriptures actually flowed into the skin of the two with the true qi, and the paper turned into powder in the hands of the two of them for fighting.

Just as the last corner of the scripture was burned out, the two were thrown out of their aura by huge centrifugal force and each fell into the endless abyss shrouded by lightning.

A Xiao felt a powerful force rushing to the back of his head and fainted at that time.

I don't know how long it took, A Xiao opened his eyes tiredly and saw a group of people wearing yellow turbans kneeling in front of him, shouting slogans in his mouth.
Chapter completed!