"You are very good, but I hope you have such good luck in the Ten Thousand Sword Tower!" Yuwen Zongheng looked at Zheng Ming, with a more perseverance in his face.

At this time, Yuwen Zongheng seemed to have no change from when he swung his sword to break the mountains and rivers, but Zheng Ming could feel that at this time, Yuwen Zongheng himself was different.

This is a kind of martial arts training!

Zheng Ming understood what Yuwen Zongheng meant. This was a challenge, a challenge in the Ten Thousand Sword Tower.

Although Yuwen Zongheng was defeated by himself at this time, Yuwen Zongheng was not convinced, so Yuwen Zongheng said something to continue challenging.

Before Zheng Ming could say a word, thousands of students from Dongsong Academy who were watching the competition were already shouting at the same time: "The mountains are high and the road is far away, and we will meet each other in the end. It is difficult to cover the real dragon for a while."

The huge voice was like thunder, and it was heard far away for a moment. Many people who were looking at Zheng Ming with their praising eyes, and at this moment, their eyes fell on Yuwen Zongheng again.

Obviously, they were moved by the saying that the mountains and roads were far away. In their eyes, although Zheng Ming won the competition, there was still a big gap between him and Yuwen Zongheng.

Moreover, in the eyes of many people, this gap may be even bigger.

Luo Dongxiong and Cheng Qingling were unable to express their feelings at this time. They should have been happy for Zheng Ming, but the words of the mountains and rivers made them unable to be happy.

Especially Cheng Qingling, although Zheng Ming won, she had a vague feeling in her heart that Zheng Ming’s victory this time was more of luck. There was still an insurmountable gap between Zheng Ming and Yuwen Zongheng.

When Yuwen Zongheng's Shanchuan Sword Art became more perfect, it was probably difficult for Zheng Ming to break this sword art.

Zheng Ming frowned slightly. He was not a person who likes to be moved. He didn't like this so-called high mountains and long rivers.

What's more, in his heart, he was full of confidence in defeating Yuwen Zongheng again! However, the words of Yuwen Zongheng and others such as high mountains and rivers were affecting the increase in his reputation, which made him very unhappy.

Looking at Yuwen Zongheng who turned his head and left like a hero, Zheng Ming said lightly: "No matter how high the mountain is or how long the water is, your cultivation is above me now, and you are no match for me, let alone in the future."

Zheng Ming said something very lightly, but this words made Yuwen Zongheng frown.

He turned his head and looked at Zheng Ming, then pointed to the void and said, "The Ten Thousand Sword Tower is right in front of us, we can compete again."

"If you can climb the fourth floor of Ten Thousand Sword Tower, I will admit defeat!"

While speaking, Yuwen Zongheng turned his head and left. Beside him were Sikong Dragon Elephant and geniuses from various major forces.

The people around the competition venue quickly left cleanly, and Zheng Ming was soon left with only a few people including Luo Jinwu.

"Zheng Ming, no matter what, you won today. You have greatly increased the morale of our Luling Mansion Martial Arts Academy. I think from now on, no matter how proud they are, they will not underestimate our Mansion Martial Arts Academy."

Speaking of this, Luo Jinwu looked at the Heavenly Dao with his head raised: "Let's go out and have a good meal. Celebrate it too."

Zheng Ming waved his hand lightly and said, "Dean, if you want to celebrate this kind of thing, you can't let the elderly treat you. Today I'm not getting nothing. If you don't say anything else, I earned 100 million tael silver. It should be enough for us to spend a while in Dongsong City."

When Zheng Ming said 100 million taels of silver, not to mention the two younger generations of Cheng Qingling and Luo Dongxiong, even Luo Jinwu, who is the head of the Luo family, took a breath of air.

To be honest, even the Luo family can't get so much silver if they have 100 million taels of silver. Of course, if the Luo family's industries are sold in packages and sold, there will still be 100 million taels of silver.

Zheng Ming actually won 100 million taels in this bet match, which made Luo Jinwu a little unbelievable.

When Zheng Ming walked towards the table where the casino was just opened with the words "between" in his hand, a young fat man in a golden robe was burying his head between his arms, and his body was still trembling.

Zheng Ming didn't pay attention to the fat man's trembling. He bounced the table in front of the fat man with his hand. Then the fat man stretched out his face from his sleeve.

This is a handsome fat man. Although his face has formed a bun, he is just a handsome fat man.

When he saw Zheng Ming, the handsome fat man showed a smile.

"Mr. Ming, my name is Zhai Feijin, the organizer of this betting." The fat man looked at Zheng Ming with a smile, looking very happy to see you.

Zheng Ming was still a little impressed by Zhai Feijin. The fat man buried his head in his sleeve and was still twitching. Now, in a blink of an eye, he actually talked to him with a smile.

Not to mention anything else, just this skill of changing face is amazing.

Zheng Ming smiled at Zhai Feijin and said, "Hello, Senior Brother Zhai, this bet order should be issued by Senior Brother Zhai. Now I have won. Should Senior Brother Zhai return the gambling money to me?"

"Of course!" As the fat man spoke, he reached out to take the bet order handed over by Zheng Ming and said proudly: "I, Zhai Feijin, will still not cheat on me if I admit that I am a gambling."

"But Brother Zheng, I am here and I won't tell you secretly. I really can't take out 100 million silver patterns."

"This time, I collected a total of about 13 million taels of bet. Although I only lost your bet, Brother Zheng, the money I had on me was not enough to compensate Brother Zheng immediately."

"Brother Zheng can take away the three million silver patterns first, and then give me some time, so I can return the money to Brother Zheng in installments."

The fat man's frankness increased the smile on Zheng Ming's face a lot. However, he did shook his head gently and said, "What if I don't want to?"

"Brother, there are only more than 200 kilograms. If Brother Zheng, you don't want to, you can take away all of my 200 kilograms."

Zhai Feijin said this, his fat face twitched and said, "Even if Brother Zheng sells all my fat body, it won't be sold for a thousand taels of silver. It's better to give me some time to make money and return it to Brother Zheng."

While speaking, a small golden abacus flashing in Zhai Feijin's hand appeared. He quickly moved the beads of the abacus. After a while, he calculated: "As long as Brother Zheng is grateful to me this time, I promise to give Brother Zheng three million taels of silver a year. How about paying off the money in thirty years?"

Three million taels of silver a year are not a small amount. Even the eighth-rank family of the Luo family cannot earn so much silver a year.

And this Zhai Feijin actually vowed to give Zheng Ming three million taels a year, which made Luo Jinwu's heart full of curiosity.

One hundred million taels of silver were found within the entire Jin Dynasty. There were many people who could produce a huge number, but they did not include a fat man who was studying at Dongsong College.

Just as Zheng Ming was pondering, Zhai Feijin pondered for a moment and said, "If Brother Zheng is really unable to wait, I can give Brother Zheng a top-level martial arts secret."

Luo Jinwu thought to himself that this fat man is really good enough to brag. The value of the top martial arts secrets is unlimited, but the key is that such things, let alone 100 million taels of silver, even if they add ten times, no one will sell them.

After all, many times, money is really nothing.

Zheng Ming still admires the fat man Zhai Feijin very much. Although he doesn't like the gambling game this guy has, he wants to pester Zhai Feijin to ask for money endlessly, but he doesn't have this time.

So Zheng Ming nodded for a moment after pondering for a moment, "Since that's the case, then take out your so-called secret book and let me see if this thing has this value."

Zhai Feijin smashed his fat mouth and was a little reluctant, but in the end he gave Zheng Ming a piece of iron sheet the size of a palm from his pocket.

This iron sheet was so familiar to Zheng Ming's eyes! He looked at the four words "Lightning Flash" on the iron sheet, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

Although he still didn't understand the meaning of the lightning, whether it was Jiusha Breaking Mountain or the Nine-level Golden Bell Cover, he benefited a lot. He didn't expect that this fat man had such an iron piece in his hand.

This was really easy to get. Zheng Ming looked at the iron piece, but there was a hint of indifference in his expression.

"What are you talking about?" Zheng Ming took the iron piece and said casually.

The fat meat on Zhai Feijin's face twitched and said, "Brother Zheng, this thing is definitely not an ordinary secret. I have used many methods for this iron piece. No matter how it is burned, it cannot hurt the iron piece at all."

"Although we can't figure out what the secret of this lightning Jinghong is, there is one thing I can be sure of, this thing is definitely not ordinary."

Speaking of this, Zhai Feijin's fat face showed a hint of loneliness and said, "Originally, brother, I wanted to become the number one master in the world with this secret book. Unfortunately, this thing seems to be destined to be with me. In addition, I am not a person who is willing to owe others debts, so..."

"So I can only bear to give up my love and transfer this thing to Brother Zheng!"

Zheng Ming looked at the fat man with a reluctant look and smiled in his heart. Although he didn't know what the lightning Jinghong was, he decided to ask for this thing with this material alone.

"Brother Zheng, he is clearly lying to you. Don't ask him to give you 30,000 taels of silver every year, which is serious." Cheng Qingling pulled Zheng Ming's sleeve while pulling on the side and said softly.

Zhai Feijin's fat face twitched for a moment and did not speak, but Zheng Ming pondered for a moment and said, "Are you sure this thing is a secret?"

"I can be sure." Zhai Feijin was afraid that Zheng Ming would not believe it, so he nodded vigorously.

"Are you sure you have no money?" Zheng Ming asked Zhai Feijin again.

After Zhai Feijin nodded solemnly, Zheng Ming pondered for a moment, picked up more than 10 million taels of silver that Zhai Feijin had placed on the table, and then gave the betting agreement to Zhai Feijin and said, "Since that's the case, then let's do it!"

Zhai Feijin happily took the betting agreement handed over by Zheng Ming and sent Zheng Ming and others away with a smile.

When Zheng Ming left, he quickly tore off the agreement, and a hint of cunning appeared on his fat face: "Even if you, Zheng Ming, are as cunning as a ghost, you still have to drink Grandpa's foot wash water! Haha, a useless iron piece is sold to you for 80 million. Tsk tsk, I am such a genius!" (~^~)
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