"Boy, you should thank his men for showing mercy, otherwise all those fists hit you and your bones will be broken."

The referee snorted coldly.

Bai Zixia could not accept this failure, pointed the sword at Lu Anzhi and shouted loudly: "He was cheating, and he actually used his fist to fight the sword!"

As soon as Bai Zixia said this, the audience burst into laughter.

"It seems that you are over ten years old, right? Why are you so naive? Go home and eat your mother's breasts as soon as possible. This world is too dangerous and not suitable for you."

"Indeed, no spells are allowed to be used in the sword fighting in the Sword and Dangguan, but they can be used with fists, or even some sword-like hidden weapons."

"Damn, I thought it was a character, but I didn't expect it to be so useless, which would make me lose money, bah!"

The gamblers ridiculed loudly, especially those who lost money, and even cursed and insulted their childish abilities.

Bai Zixia's eyes suddenly turned red. Since he was a child, he has been the jewel of his parents' eyes. He was cared for and loved by his senior brothers and sisters. Not to mention beating and scolding, he has never heard a single word of harsh words.

"Go and arrange the next opponent!"

Lu Anzhi urged.

"Fight with me again!"

Bai Zixia shouted, very dissatisfied: "I lost just now because I didn't expect you to punch!"

If I give you a chance to draw your sword, you will definitely not win.

"Boy, the sword fighting has begun. You are still thinking about it. Who will lose if you don't lose?"

Lu Anzhi had no choice but to say, "Not to mention your sword skills, your concentration is not good. Let's go home and swing the sword a thousand times a day!"

"You... you actually taught me a lesson, why are you?"

Bai Zixia was anxious, even my father would not do this.

Lu Anzhi was too lazy to pay attention to the boy again and looked at Jiang Qing: "Go and arrange the opponent!"

"Mr. Lu, our swordsman has regulations. In order to ensure the quality of sword fighting, a sword cultivator can only fight three games a day!"

Jiang Qing smiled apologized.

"Ah? There are such rules, why don't I know?"

Now that the momentum is booming, the gamblers were expecting to win another sum of money by Lu Anzhi, but when they heard Jiang Qing's explanation, they were immediately dissatisfied.

"He won one game, but it would be only one hundred spiritual sand. Isn't your swordsmanship unaffordable?"

The old beggar started shouting.

He won this game, and then he secretly glanced at the face of the blind Taoist man next to him, and it was indeed very dark.

He probably regretted it and wanted to buy it?

"Everyone, this is a rule, and I can't do anything about it!"

Jiang Qing laughed apologetically, but what she was thinking about was a hundred spiritual sand?

This kid signed a winning streak contract, winning five games and getting one million spiritual sand.

"Young Master Lu, this is also for your own good. You should be tired after three consecutive games. You might as well take a break and come again tomorrow. This way, the chances of winning five consecutive games will be greater!"

Jiang Qing persuaded him.

"Haha, do you want to take this time to find a powerful opponent for me?"

Lu Anzhi is not a little white rabbit who doesn’t know the darkness of society: “It’s okay to fight tomorrow, but just let me leave like that, you have to express something, right?”

"Wait a minute, I'll go and ask the deputy director!"

Jiang Qing left in a hurry.

When I came back, I handed a bag to Lu Anzhi.

"Young Master Lu, there are three hundred spiritual sands here, which is your reward for three victories!"

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Jiang Qing spoke kindly and wanted to persuade Lu Anzhi to leave.

"This is almost the same!"

Lu Anzhi took the bag and weighed the weight with his hand. He took a few steps and suddenly stopped: "By the way, if I win five games in a row, you won't be able to pay the debt, right?"

"Don't worry, this one will definitely not be there!"

Jiang Qing patted her chest and promised.

"Then can I take away one million spiritual sand that day?"

Lu Anzhi asked again.

"Definitely!"

Jiang Qing was perfunctory, but she shook her head in her heart. This young man was too overestimated.

Want another million?

If you face Pan Feng, you will be killed if you are afraid!

"See you tomorrow!"

Lu Anzhi left Wuchen Sword Hall and went to Aima Department Store to find the boss's wife.
Chapter completed!