Chapter 27: Twenty-nine

Chapter 27 and Chapter Twenty Nine: The Young God of Gamblers (6)
"Qu Lexian, very innocent." Xiao Zheng exclaimed as he looked at the excitement of the crowd in front of him.
"Anger, there must always be someone who can bear it." Tang Luo's expression was very indifferent. He had expected the situation now.
The strong are angry and swing the sword at the stronger; the timid are angry and swing the sword at the weaker.
Even if Qu Lexian is really fighting a counterfeit match, he must be instructed by the dealer, a mortal warrior still has the ability to resist? But looking at the excitement of these crowds, it seemed that the first villain was invisible at all, and the anger was spread on the fighters who had struggled to coma.
Under the protection of several Transcendence Realm, Qu Lexian was lifted off the ring to train, but listening to the noises around him was even louder than during the fighting, Tang Luo knew that when he woke up, he would face more things than losing the game. More terrifying.
"Let's go." Xiao Zheng said in a dull voice.
Who is the most powerful person after the martial arts match?
It’s the people who win the championship after squeezing the big bet, especially when there are three thousand people, and only two people can go to the table to withdraw money. They are surrounded by the enviable eyes of everyone, and there is a kind of platform to accept the award. feel.
Xiao Zheng and Tang Luo walked to the gaming table under the watchful eyes of thousands of people.
The official on the main stage was Zhang Huai, and he greeted Xiao Zhengdao with a smile on his face: "Congratulations, Mr. Winning the jackpot~Please show me the receipt."
Xiao Zheng has long been used to this and handed the betting ticket in his arms to Zhang Huai.
Zhang Huai took it with both hands, took a look, took out three hundred gold from the table, respectfully asked: "Mr. Gao's name."
Asking the name is to vote. Some gamblers love this kind of limelight, so the casino is always good.
Voting is equivalent to the lottery link after the gambling battle. When you take your gambling ticket and deliver it to the gaming table, the dealer will shout out your name and profit. Some large amounts will be repeated more than three times. Just like Xiao Zheng’s three hundred golds, the amount was sung several times.
"Xiao Zheng."
"It's a gambling saint face to face, forgive the villain for not knowing Taishan." When Zhang Huai heard the words Xiao Zheng, he immediately bowed to the end, with a very humble attitude.
Xiao Zheng didn't take this set. The banker made the game and killed the audience. He didn't believe that the main banker didn't know this behavior, so he was very indifferent and said: "Let's vote."
Zhang Huai chuckled and didn't think it was a pestle, and shouted loudly: "Bet on Saint Xiao Zheng, good fortune, unparalleled vision, and a bonus of 300 gold!"
It turned out to be Saint Xiao Zheng! ?
The voice of voting resounded throughout the audience, and in the battle arena of 3,000 people, it immediately aroused a large number of whispers.
People began to whisper to each other, and it was unexpected that the gambler who had been missing for a long time would actually appear in this small fighting meeting.
For a time, there was no difference in the limelight.
The first round of singing is over, and the second time begins.
"Bet on Sheng Xiaozheng, good luck, unparalleled vision, and a bonus of three hundred gold."
Xiao was expressionless on the face, not even waiting for the third time to vote, he directly lifted the gold bag, turned and left, his fluttering black hair looked very chic.
But the gaze of the audience still chased his back.
At the end of the third time, Zhang Huai looked at the next winner.
Tang Luo's smiling face was printed in his eyes, and Zhang Huai, who was smiling and singing votes just now, suddenly boasted.
"Oh, why don't I stop laughing when I see you." Tang Luo teased.
How the I could laugh, Zhang Huai looked down at the bill that appeared in front of him: Shentu Lean-Five Hundred Gold.
With a stiff face, he asked stiffly: "Congratulations, Master for winning the jackpot. May I ask Gao's name."
Tang Luo got upset and replied, "Go ahead."
"Is it Gao Jin? The villain remembered." Zhang Huai replied with words, lowering himself to take money from the gaming table.
After a while, when Zhang Huai got up again, the audience was stunned.
Three thousand gold coins filled the white cloth bag. Just looking at Zhang Huai's two exaggerated lifts, you can know that the boy in front of you is the biggest winner in this gambling fight.
"How the is this! He won more than the gambler?" The red-eyed gambler looked at the whole bag of gold coins and said angrily.
And the loud voice of votes answered his question.
"Young master advances high, good luck, winning jackpots, bonuses." Zhang Huai paused, and then shouted in a higher voice, "Three thousand gold!"
"Wow!" The audience was in an uproar, and then there was a voice of doubt that resounded through the clouds.
"This kid is colluding with Qu Lexian!"
"I don't believe that a young man's vision is so accurate, five hundred gold is all pressed on Shentu Lean? What a joke!"
"This must be Qu Lexian's accomplice, and he cannot be let go."
"Grab! Grab him!"
In an instant, Zhang Huai's singing voice was overwhelmed by angry insults, and three thousand murderous eyes were focused on Tang Luo.
Gao family? Never heard of it, get it!
The gamblers have already lost their eyes, looking at Tang Luo's eyes full of greed and cruelty.
As long as Tang Luo dared to step out of the martial arts hall, these three daughters would change hands.
I knew it would be like this.
Zhang Huai was full of pride, using only two people to hear the voice, and whispered: "Boy, I will give you the money, a lot of points. But whether you can keep it out of the Baiyan Martial Arts Hall has nothing to do with our dojo. Up."
Are you so sure that I can't help it? Tang Luo laughed angrily.
Therefore, both pink eye and stupidity have to be cured.
Tang Luo shook his head disdainfully, listening to Xiaoren Zhang Huai's words and the angry scolding around him.
Xiao Zheng also won, so why don't gamblers let go?
Just because he won less?
Shit, just because Xiao is a direct line of the Xiao family.
And Xiling did not have a strong clan with a high surname, so they regarded themselves as fish to be slaughtered.
Tang Luo was full of contempt and began to untie his belt.
Zhang Huai's eyes are full of pleasure and sarcasm, take off his clothes? Why do you still practice martial arts if it is useful to undress? This kid is dead.
Tang Luo threw the belt on the gaming table and unbuttoned the white gown.
The sneer in Zhang Huai's eyes was heavier. Just as he was about to ridicule, he saw that after Tang Luo untied the gown, there was still a black suit inside, with a large and powerful character tattooed with gold thread on his chest.
The ridicule turned into panic in an instant, and only one thought remained in Zhang Huai's mind: dying to death.
Tang Luo took off the white gown from his body, revealing a silver-patterned costume with a black background, and a huge gold patterned "Tang" on the back!
On the east side of the gaming table, staring at the person who uttered foul language on Tang Luo's back, when he saw this shirt, he seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands, and no sound could be heard instantly.
After the sound of a cold breath, the entire east side suddenly fell silent like a mystery.
Tang Luo placed the white shirt on the gaming table and slowly turned around, sweeping the 3,000 seats with disdain, like a proud king.
The fierceness and greed in the eyes of all gamblers who looked at him was instantly replaced by fear.
To the east, south, west, north, side by side, following Tang Luo's gaze, these people seemed to be covered by the Silent Realm, and they didn't even dare to breathe.
And the few gamblers who shouted loudest just now shrank under their seats, not even showing their heads.
Tang Luo turned around once again, looking at the stands on the east side again, proud and cold.
"Again! Let! Me! Listen! Listen! You! Who! Voice! Voice?"
The deep voice contained anger, exploded in the center of the fighting arena, and a trace of spiritual power was attached to the vocal cords, making Tang Luo's voice truly and illusory, as if he was walking through the world and promulgated the teachings.
The group of greedy and ignorant gamblers lowered their heads one by one under Tang Luo's gaze. The wild faces just now suddenly became more gentle than sheep.
"There are still people, do you want to stop me." Tang Luo's eyes swept towards the audience on the stand, as if the eyes of cold ice made people dare not look directly, the young man stood in the middle of the battlefield like a wild beast.
No one dared to speak out, and it seemed that Tang Luo was the only one living in the three thousand people's venue.
It's sad, stupid and cowardly.
Tang Luo sighed inwardly, he was boring with these people!
He planned to take the bonus and leave, and when he turned around, he saw the shivering figure behind the gaming table.
Zhang Huai bowed his body, extremely humble. The nerves on his face twitched like a twitch, and the corners of his mouth, which he tried to lift, were drawn to the sides uncontrollably.
His eyes were full of horror but wanted to smile, and finally turned into a weird look like crying, laughing, pleading.
So, if you don't know anything, don't worry about speaking harshly, because the villain died of speaking too much.
Tang Luo shook his head, not wanting to care about an ant. Pulling the long gown and belt on the stage on his arm, he lifted a bag full of gold coins, threw it on his back with a "pong", and walked calmly to the door.
The Baiyan martial arts battlefield was as silent as stagnant water, and the three thousand drooping heads did not even have the guts to follow Tang Luo's figure with their eyes.
Tang Luo walked straight to the door and saw the middle-aged man standing at the door.
"You haven't left yet?"
Xiao Zheng's eyes were absent, and when he heard the sound, his eyes returned to focus.
"You! You... what's your name."
Just now, when he was walking out, he heard the voice of three thousand gold voicing from behind, and he was so shocked that he ran back a few steps, and then saw Tang Luo and conquering the audience.
"God of gambling, high advancement." Tang Luo smiled and went straight away. The golden bag behind him jumped and jingled.
(End of this chapter)