Chapter 50: : Happy cooperation

　　 After the hero is awakened, Lu Chuan can not only increase a part of his strength, but also share the hero's attributes.
The attribute of Jana is wind. Lu Chuan also possesses Jana’s wind, but this wind is attached to him invisibly, unlike Jana, which can impose wind on other people. .
With the help of the artistic conception of the wind, and after Lu Chuan was promoted, his speed, power, and explosiveness have improved in various aspects. Lu Chuan's speed was urged to the extreme at this moment, not disappearing in place, just leaving behind. shadow.
　　 Solo sank, and finally caught a trace of Lu Chuan.
　　 "Here!" Solo smiled darkly, with a sword in his hand that contained energy fluctuations. Before he swung it, a flash of astonishment suddenly flashed in his eyes.
　　 fast.
　　 is too fast.
　　 He only caught Lu Chuan's figure from him, and now he is lifting the sword and preparing to swing it. Only a few seconds have passed, but the figure jumped to his side from a certain distance, and the sword pierced him straight.
"Ding Ling!" The sword in Solo's hand fell to the ground, his eyes converged into a single point, his pupils contracted, reflecting a sharp sword tip, cold sweat on his forehead slowly stayed, and his Adam's apple moved. I want to say something, but I can't say anything.
　　 If he were on the battlefield of the battle of life and death at this time, he would have died.
　　 "When you are really against the enemy, no one will give you time to condense the ultimate move of the strongest state." Lu Chuan said coldly, retracted the Duolan sword in his hand, and slowly walked towards the stage.
　　 Solo's body slowly fell feebly, kneeling to the ground, no more fighting intentions in his eyes.
　　 "Lu Chuansheng." Seeing that Solo had lost his intent to fight, the white-robed old man faintly announced the result from his mouth.
　　As the results were announced, the audience in the audience fell into silence.
　　 Almost none of them was optimistic about Lu Chuan just now, because he was unknown and he was the exclusive knight of the prince of waste materials.
　　 How can a person who doesn't have much strength in himself use a strong knight? Moreover, the situation of the royal family is deteriorating. As long as the capable knights weigh in their hearts, they will not stand in line to their royal family.
　　 is the guy who is not optimistic about everyone, so he can easily solve the opponent.
　　 "Hehe, Na Solo is just a waste. With the support of Lord Chrissy, he has only reached the brass 4 stars strength. Losing is also deserved."
　　 "That's right, I can't say that the guy is strong, it's just that Solo is too useless."
　　 After a moment of silence, the audience again found excuses for their cynicism.
Most of them are not samurai, just a group of onlookers who join in the excitement. For Lu Chuan’s easy-to-kill opponents, they really don’t see the reason. They only think that Lu Chuan won by opportunism. Besides, Solo himself was too weak. Will lose to Lu Chuan.
　　 Lu Chuan chose to ignore the discussion in the audience. Before they have come up with enough strength to prove themselves, they will always be looked down upon. This is a phenomenon that will exist no matter which world or region they are in.
　　 "Huh, Jarvan, your knight is very good!" Kriss snorted coldly, with no compliment in her tone. She glanced at Solo who fell on the stage, "What a useless waste."
　　 After all, she walked away from Jarvan with a look of displeasure, and coldly dropped a word, "Don't be proud of it too early, you are just lingering frogs at the bottom of the well."
　　 Jarvan narrowed his eyes, staring at Kris's back, thoughtfully.
　　 This woman, I am afraid that she was also drawn away by the secret forces.
　　 Seeing Lu Chuan slowly stepping down, Jarvan hurriedly greeted him up again, "Lu Chuan Warrior, you have worked hard."
　　 "It's that guy who underestimated the enemy too much. In the constant offensive, there were many flaws, otherwise I would not be so relaxed." Lu Chuan waved his hand modestly and said with a light smile.
　　 With the end of Lu Chuan's match, the third round of the Wuhui field followed.
　　
In the next few knockout games, Lu Chuan secretly paid attention to the three people. Almost all of them swept their opponents in a crushing posture as soon as they came on the court. The samurai who can represent the forces behind them in this kind of military meeting are not strong enough. It will be too weak. If it is said to pick out the last match to fight, then the audience will relentlessly vote for the one between Lu Chuan and Solo.
　　 Among this group of people, for the audience, the weakest strength is nothing more than that game. At the level of other games, the samurai have at least the strength of 3 brass brass.
　　 being able to win victory with a sweeping posture on this martial arts platform shows that his hidden strength is stronger.
　　 As time progressed, after the first round of the elimination round, there were eight remaining participating samurai. As the weakest character in the audience's mind, Lu Chuan barely squeezed into the eighth place last train.
The white-robed old man came on the field and announced that before the quarter-finals, the players will be given a half-hour intermission. The audience in the audience was discussing in private. When guessing who the champion of this martial arts event will be spent, a voice said Sounded from the crowd.
"Buy it out, buy it out, choose the samurai in your heart that will win the championship, and invest a small part of the capital, but you have a great return!" A middle-aged man who is not tall The man, holding a small wooden board that said the samurai currently entering the top eight, shouted in the middle of the audience.
Because the quarter-finals had not officially started at this time, most of the audience was bored and bored. Suddenly they found more interesting gambling games, so they rushed forward and asked the gambling man, "Dude, you How is the gambling game set up?"
"According to the odds of winning the final champion, for example, Morton, who reached the quarterfinals in the first round, had an odds of 1 to 3. You buy him to win the championship, a gold coin, he If you win, you can get three gold coins." The gambling man grinned, showing his yellow teeth.
　　 "What about Hister's odds?" an audience member asked.
Hister, who played in the seventh round of the knockout round, is said to be the exclusive knight of the Willy family, the first family of Demacia. His own strength has faintly reached the brass 1 star. In terms of strength alone, he is the current player. The strongest one, if nothing else, his probability of winning is extremely high.
　　The gambling man lowered his head to sink his mind, then looked up, "Histor's odds are 1.2 for 1 and 1 gold coin for 1 gold coin plus 20 silver coins."
　　 "So few?"
　　 "That's natural, Hister's chance of winning the championship is high originally, if the odds are higher, am I going to lose money?" The gambling man Tanshou explained.
The audience thought for a while, and found that the same is true. The current strength of Hist is showing that the probability of winning is more than 90%. It is definitely not a fool who starts the game. When it is clear that Hist is about to win, Open high odds, it is really a blood loss.
　　 However, even if the odds are not high, it is still a bit profitable, and there are many people who bet against Hist all at once.
But there are also some spectators with gambler psychology. The sword went slant and placed the bet on some samurai with a lower probability of winning, but the odds are higher. If there is an upset, UU read www.uukanshu . Com one loses three and one loses five, which is considered a small fortune.
　　 After all, it is only the quarterfinals. Those samurai must have their hole cards, and the strength on the surface is not enough to judge everything.
When everyone was betting on the favorites to win the championship, and occasionally a small number of people would bet on some medium-looking samurai, the man in the game suddenly felt that his trouser legs were being pulled by someone. He lowered his head and found out. A fluffy little civet cat squinted at him.
　　 "What's the matter, little cat." The gambling man showed a bright smile, although the mouthful of big yellow teeth were very garish.
　　 "We want to ask if there is a samurai named Lu Chuan in your gambling game." Timo asked, raising his head.
　　 "Yes."
　　 "What are his odds?"
　　 "1 loses 32. No customer has bought him so far. He only has the strength of 4 brass stars. He is really not qualified to win the championship, even if he can't make it through the top four."
"Hey, here's a gold coin. This is the wife we've saved for a long time." Timo hesitated for a long time, then pulled out a golden coin from his little belly pocket, stretched out his paw and handed it to the gambling man on tiptoe. .
　　 "What? You want to buy Lu Chuan?" The gambling man was slightly surprised.
"No, let's buy Sister. Make another money for milk powder, although we don't have a wife yet." Timo smiled thiefly, and the eyes that were almost invisible were narrowed now. A seam.
　　 "Your choice is wise, kitty, you will earn it." One person and one cat's paw gently shook hands, which was quite pleasant to cooperate.
　　 [Thank you for the rewards from the friends "Elegant" and "Blue Fire"
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　　 [Today I will work harder and strive for three updates at noon tomorrow]