"So high?" Wu Yue frowned, but then, in the eyes of everyone not understanding, he took out a wooden box and threw it to Fugui.

"One hundred thousand taels, within twenty moves."

Everyone present instantly petrified, 100,000 taels of gold, which is not a small amount. The ordinary outer disciples of the Nanluo Sect went to the Mountains of Warcraft in a month to earn extra money, at most, thousands of taels of gold. If Senior Brother Wu Yue wants to express his support for his followers, he will not need to spend 100,000 taels down.

Everyone swallowed quietly, because they had been worried about the loss of this gambling game. Now they seemed to have a life-saving straw and said nothing would let him pass away from his hands.

At that moment, Fugui quickly took over Wu Yue's wooden box, and a pair of rat eyes quickly turned around several times, for fear that Wu Yue would regret it now and then take the wooden box back.

"Senior Brother Wu Yue, 100,000 taels of gold, within twenty moves."

Its voice was loud and it was deliberately heard by everyone in the audience.

"Hehe, since Wu Yue, you are so interested, I will block the game with you."

At this moment, a discordant voice came from outside the crowd. After Wu Yue heard the voice of the visiting person, his brows frowned slightly.

The crowd automatically flew away, but saw another handsome and handsome inner door young man walking from a distance. The young man smiled and nodded to the crowd, with a proud expression on his face, as if he had been proud of his rooster.

"It's Senior Brother Zhang Long from the inner sect."

Of course, someone in the crowd knew the person who came and hurriedly greeted Zhang Long, but Zhang Long seemed to have not seen it and walked away.

"Hmph, Zhang Long, what are you doing?" Wu Yue frowned and snorted coldly.

"You are allowed to come, can't I come?" Zhang Long's arrogant expression was restrained and his eyes were hostile to Wu Yue.

Everyone saw that the atmosphere was wrong, and many people took a few steps back.

Fugui was miserable. He happened to be standing between Wu Yue and Zhang Long. The fierce confrontation between the two eyes made him sweat profusely, his legs trembled, and he wanted to pull out his steps, but he couldn't do anything.

"snort!"

After a few hostility, Zhang Long took the initiative to retreat and snorted coldly, and everyone at the scene breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little fat man, how much is Wu Yue betting just now?" Zhang Long turned his eyes and asked at Fugui.

If it is normal, if someone dares to face his "little fat man" in front of him, Fugui will never spare that person, but now Fugui can't show any courage.

"Reply...report to senior brother, Senior Brother Wu has placed a bet of ten...100,000 taels of gold."

"Hehe, since you are so interested, I will play with you." Zhang Long sneered at Wu Yue, then stroked the space ring on his finger, and immediately took out a wooden box and threw it to Fugui.

"I will put within five moves of gold."

Fugui took the wooden box, and his expression was so frustrating. He originally thought that he could make a fortune, but now he had some to accompany him again. Now Fugui read it in a voice that was almost crying.

"Senior Brother Zhang Long, 100,000 taels of gold, within five moves."

"Hehe, you want to beat me once if you want to break your head. It's a pity that you lose every time you lose." Seeing Zhang Long like this, Wu Yue said softly sarcastically.

"Stop!" After hearing this, Zhang Long's expression suddenly became fierce, "Didn't you beat me once in the last competition? What's so proud of me? Humph! I will definitely surpass you in this competition."

"Oh? Then I'll wait, but you've been my defeated player. Then I'll give in a little during the competition. Hahaha."

Kak

After hearing this, Zhang Long immediately hated Wu Yue and wanted to go forward to tear Wu Yue to pieces. The atmosphere at the scene became tense instantly.

At this moment, a white robe figure walked in and stood between Wu, Yue and Zhang Long, who were tense in the atmosphere.

"Two nephews, please say something carefully. Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Wu Yue looked at the old man in white robe and immediately lowered his head and bowed his face.

"Wu Yue has seen the Great Elder."

The person who came was the great elder of the outer sect of Nanluo Sect.

"I've seen the Great Elder." Zhang Long also polites.

He and Wu Yue were both promoted from outer disciples to inner disciples, so they were naturally very familiar with the Great Elder.

"Okay, very good." The elder smiled and rubbed his beard, nodded with satisfaction, "After two years, I didn't expect that both of you have advanced to the middle stage of the Condensation Realm. It's really God bless me, Nanluo Sect."

All the outer disciples present realized that Senior Brother Wu Yue and Senior Brother Zhang Long were both powerful people in the middle stage of the Condensation Realm. No wonder they had such great pressure.

"When I came back to the Great Elder, after I entered the inner sect, I never dared to forget the Great Elder's lessons. I studied hard and practiced hard, and I dared not relax for a day." Zhang Long answered first.

Wu Yue next to him also nodded.

"Just remember." The elder's face softened, "There is no slackness in the martial arts path."

"Disciple remember."

"Disciple write it down."

Wu and Yue nodded quickly and said yes.

"Junior Brother Chang, hasn't that person named Ye Jian come yet?" The elder suddenly thought of something and turned around and asked hurriedly.

"Go back to the Great Elder, he hasn't come yet." A middle-aged man with a gray robe and eagle nose walked out of the crowd again. When all the outer disciples saw this person, they all tactfully avoided it.

"I've met Deacon Chang!"

"I've met Deacon Chang!"

Wu Yue and Zhang Long immediately greeted.

"hehe."

The person who came was Chang Chun's fourth uncle, and he often met the most harsh deacon in the outer sect of Nanluo Sect.

After Chang Yu greeted Wu and Yue, he stood directly behind the Great Elder, and at the same time his right hand waved to a handsome young man in the crowd.

"Disciple Chang Chun, I have met the elders and two senior brothers." The young man who ran over was Chang Chun.

"You are Chang Chun? Look up and let me see." The Great Elder said lightly.

Chang Chun raised his head nervously, and it seemed that the elder looked at him, then lowered his head again, completely looking respectful to the elderly and loving the young.

"Hahaha, Junior Brother Chang, you have to work hard later. I'll bet on you to kill that kid within five moves. Don't let me down." Zhang Long walked to Chang Chun, patted Chang Chun's shoulder, and said softly.

"Thank you for your trust from your senior brother." Chang Chun was still very nervous, but now he seemed to have taken a dose of sedative. He raised his head and said proudly: "We disciples of Nanluo Sect are first-class in terms of strength and morality."

This sentence seems to be for Zhang Long to hear, but in fact it is for a great elder to hear it.

Sure enough, after hearing Chang Chun's noble words, the elder clearly showed a few smiles on his face.

"The elder, my nephew is talented and has broken through from the seventh level of warrior to the eighth level of warrior in one month. Look at the things we discussed with you before, are they..." Seeing that the elder was moved by Changchun, Deacon Chang seized the opportunity and hurriedly reminded him.

"No, I'm talking about it when this matter is over." The elder rubbed his beard and replied softly.

Seeing the Great Elder like this, Deacon Chang knew that the matter he had discussed with the Great Elder before was probably over, so he forced a few smiles to squeeze out on his gloomy face.

Seeing his uncle's expression, Chang Chun knew that his affairs had been found and he was in a good mood right now, not to mention how happy he was.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, is this a fighting arena?"

Just as Chang Chun was very happy, a young voice came from outside the crowd.

"Then the follower, get out!" The outer disciple who was asked cursed directly without any trouble.

"Uh..." Ye Jian stood there, slightly surprised, as if he had not offended the outer disciple in front of him?

"Why, are you not convinced?" The outer disciple who was asked saw Ye Jian staring at him in a daze, and immediately raised his eyebrows and threatened sternly.

"No, I'm convinced." Ye Jian touched his nose and walked towards the center of the crowd.

"Go! What a thing? A follower dared to come and ask me." After seeing Ye Jian walk away tactfully, the outer disciple showed off to his fellow disciples like a victorious little rooster.

"Hey, what are your expressions?"

"Hey, don't look at me with contempt."

"Hey, I'm going to get angry again."

...

Ye Jian walked around the crowd and came straight to Changchun.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"Hmm?" Chang Chun turned his head and looked at Ye Jian with a slight surprise. "Ye Jian, I thought you wouldn't come?" Then he licked his lips.

There was an uproar around me,

"So he is Ye Jian."

"Do you look ordinary? I thought you had three heads and six arms."

"That's all."

...

The elder looked at Ye Jian carefully with his old eyes, frowned, and the deacon Chang beside him had his mouth wide open with an impossible expression.

"What are you doing?" Ye Jian's scalp was numb by their stares, and his body was covered in goose bumps.

"Ahem, are you Ye Jian?" Wu Yue walked out first and asked with a little curiosity.

"That's right." Ye Jian's sword eyebrows were slightly adjusted, and his beautiful face was full of calm, even though he knew that the young man in front of him was a strong man in the realm of Condensation.

"Are you really Ye Jian?" The elder's expression was strange, and his slender white eyebrows were condensed into a ball, as if there was a huge doubt hidden in his heart.
To be continued...