Chapter 159: The second game, huge profits!

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In the mist, Ye Ming was calm and calm. He stood still, his body trained very sharply, his skin and perspiration, ears and smell were his eyes. Even a breeze can be felt. Even if it is invisible, any wind and grass can't escape his perception.
A slight breeze blew from the left, and Ye Ming's hand was punched in the past.
"boom!"
It was another hard fight. Song Zhan snorted madly. He apparently did not expect Ye Ming to respond so quickly and ate a secret loss.
Huantai was in a fog. People couldn't see what was happening inside, but they could only judge by sound.
At the table, Ao Leng frowned slightly. Song Zhankang failed to defeat the enemy within ten strokes, which was unexpected. The next Yuan Jindan whispered: "Head, we have no less than 2 million Wuzun coins in this round, it is absolutely impossible to lose. Is it ..."
Ao Leng shook his head: "We have no chance to do hands and feet, plates are too big, fish and dragons are mixed, I don't know how many eyes are staring at us. If we use the means, we are afraid to be seen through immediately. Not anxious, how is the realm of Song Zhankang He has a better chance of winning than him. Furthermore, we have two games left, and we have nothing to lose. "
With the help of fog, Song Zhankang made continuous sneak attacks, but every time he was spotted by Ye Ming. Ye Ming condensed the three-level elemental array in each of the third-level acupoints, and the elemental spirit was deified, as sensitive as divine thought. The body is also extremely sensitive. As the so-called autumn wind does not move, the Song Zhankang's fog strategy has no advantage at all.
The continuous hard work made him numb, even if Ye Ming suppressed the strength, but that strength was far above him.
After two hundred strokes, Song Zhan angrily removed the fog, and the audience immediately saw the situation again. I saw Ye Ming anxious and calm, while Song Kuangzhan looked anxious and shot again and again.
Seeing this scene, many experienced people said, "Song Zhankang is about to lose."
At the three hundred strokes, Song Zhankang swallowed an elixir suddenly. He stared fiercely at Ye Ming and laughed wildly: "I dare you dare to fight with me!"
Beimingdao: "Master, the other party has served the violent Dan, the combat power has doubled."
Ye Ming said: "Anyway, you reduce the suppression to 50%. 50% strength is enough to deal with him."
After that, Bei Ming weakened the suppression, and Ye Ming was very relaxed at once. He said coldly: "Taking Baojin Dan, the side effects are too serious, you will regret it."
"If I kill you, I will have endless money. What is the side effect? ​​Let me die!" Song Zhanqiang yelled, and he directly executed the killing trick, killing Ye Ming.
Ye Ming also moved. He stepped on the illusion and turned into more than a dozen phantoms to fight with each other.
"Boom boom!"
In an instant, the two sides fought more than ten hands, Ye Ming's complexion remained unchanged, but Song Zhankang spit out a lot of blood, backed away, his face was incredible.
"You ... you also take the violent dan?" He felt that Ye Ming's strength has almost doubled at once, even if he took the violent dan, he would not have any advantage at all.
Ye Ming sneered: "If you can take it, I can't take it?"
After that, he went up and down, and Song Zhankang was sent off by a boxer, and fell far away from the crowd below the ring.
"Waste, let's die!"
Some lost gamblers suddenly rushed forward and slammed heavily on the Song Zhankang, many of them were Wu Zong-level figures, and when they went down, the seriously injured Song Zhankang was out of breath.
For this scene, the people of the Black Dragon Group only saw it. Ao Leng looked cold and silent.
"Ye Mingsheng!" The chairman announced loudly.
Ye Ming arched his hand to the crowd and walked off the ring.
The host continued: "So far today, at this time tomorrow, there will be a wonderful showdown between the two sides. Please be there in time!"
The gambling dispersed, Ye Ming and others returned to the villa. This time he invested 210,000 Wuzun coins, earning 560,000! Of course, Yan Ruyu also earned 560,000, and the two split equally.
Zhang Heng's father, Bao Baofan, also made a fortune, and everyone was very emotional.
Zhang Heng's father is a middle-aged man with a black beard. He came to thank Ye Ming for his enthusiasm, and said that he must be repaid tomorrow to win. Ye Ming now is the God of Wealth in his eyes, and he is closer than his loved ones.
In contrast, the Yin Yang group gains more. In this game, there were 700,000 pumping alone, and another 1.08 million in gambling. The money in his hand rose to 2.78 million! With this money, tomorrow's gambling will be even more confident.
Wang Yangding was in a good mood, and said to Ye Ming: "Today I really sweated for you. It is rare to take violent Dan on the ring. I did not expect Song Zhankang to be so desperate."
Murong Xuejiao sneered: "If he doesn't work hard, Ao Leng will kill him."
Luo Bingxian is still sorting his income, saying: "Tomorrow's odds will be reduced. If we continue to win, our income will probably double!"
Ye Ming couldn't help but said, "Such a large plate, aren't those mighty people not interested?" In his view, hundreds of millions of Wuzun coins, even Wuzun and Wusheng, would be jealous.
Murong Xuejiao said: "Do you think we can open such a large plate casually? To tell you the truth, there are at least four martial arts players in this bet, but you don't know. If we win in the end, we will make a profit Share 20% for the martial arts! "
Ye Ming shouted, saying: "So Wu Sheng must be making a lot of money! Just sitting at home can make such a big profit!"
"Without the protection of Wu Sheng, we wouldn't dare to play like this." Wang Yangding said, "so in terms of security, you don't have to worry about it, just focus on winning."
During the unusual period, Ye Ming did not leave the villa, and Bao Weifan and Zhang Heng also left, saying they wanted to protect him. Ye Ming disagreed, but did not drive them away.
At dawn, Wang Yangding sent an elixir. There are eight tricks and nine holes in the elixir, and it keeps blowing the sacred breath, and you can see that it is extraordinary.
Ye Ming asked in surprise: "Brother, what is this?"
Wang Yangding's face turned red, and he said, "This is the holy-level elixir that I have asked for from a martial arts senior, and the holy scent Huadan!"
Ye Ming's eyes widened: "Holy class elixir? Isn't that expensive?"
"My brother and I do n’t know, this elixir is specially made for samurai, especially the energy level is amazing. The price is very high, naturally, it costs 300,000 Wuzun coins. Of course, this money comes from the Yin Yang group , When we make money, send it to that senior. "
Ye Ming's jaw almost fell to the ground, 300,000! This is also expensive!
"Hurry up! Tonight's gambling, we must win! As long as we win, there is nothing to do with a single elixir in this area."
Ye Ming nodded. Everyone has the same interests. He doesn't have to thank him. He just said, "Brother, rest assured, we have won!"
Ye Ming didn't actually take that medicine, because Beiming suggested taking it after changing the shape, so that the medicine would have better effect, and it would be able to break through out of nothing. Furthermore, Ye Ming is 100% confident in the next two betting punches, so there is no need to take it.
The night soon came and the second game of betting began. Yin Yang still made him appear on the ground that Ye Ming had not lost, and the Black Dragon sent the second-ranked samurai!
The second grade of the samurai, the practice of ruthless silk, has very fine control over the strength. The strong second-class samurai is enough to contend with the warrior, and even to kill the weak warrior.
In front of Ao Leng, a young man stood. The youth was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a smile on his face, even before Ao Leng was not nervous at all.
"Weiji, you must win this game," Ao said indifferently, "won, I will share 30% of your profit."
Wei Ji smiled and said, "Brother Ao, what I say is all from the Golden Family. If the second samurai cannot win a seventh samurai, then I will die on the stage."
"Your qualifications and strength are almost not weaker than the Golden Age son, but you still can't carelessly." Ao Leng was very dissatisfied with Wei Jian's light enemy. "That Ye Ming is not simple. You saw it yesterday, Song Zhan Ming Ming Realm Taller than him, but he lost. "
"Within ten strokes, I can kill the Song Zhankang." Wei Ji said lightly, "Brother Ao rest assured that this package won't lose!"
On the other side, Wang Yangding was also instructing Ye Ming, and naturally still be careful of old sayings.
Yan Ruyu and Bao Fanfan naturally came. This time, Yan Ruyu and Ye Ming each bet 750,000 and Bao Weifan himself bet 200,000. Zhang Heng also took 200,000 yuan for his father, of which 50,000 were borrowed.
As for the yin and yang regiments, naturally all the 2.7 million yuan was put into it.
When the halberd came to the stage, there was a burst of cheering below, and many people shouted, "Kill the halberd!"
Most of these shouting people lost yesterday, and they deeply hated Ye Ming and wanted him to die.
Wei Ji waved his hand slightly to everyone, then glanced contemptuously at Ye Ming.
"Weiji, second-class samurai, the best record is to kill a first-level warrior within five hundred strokes!"
"Ye Ming, Qipin Samurai, the best record is to kill Sipin Samurai in 300 moves!"
Although the gap between the two players is obvious, most people were surprised by Ye Ming's performance yesterday. So when the bet is finished, the odds are actually one bet and two bets. In other words, the people who bought Ye Ming and Wei Jisheng were roughly fifty or five.
"Betting!" The host announced loudly.
Wei Ji shook the hair in front of his forehead, staring at Ye Mingyin and smiling: "Boy, how are you going to die?"
Ye Ming has silently asked Beiming to suppress 40%, so he can now play 60% of his strength. Sixty percent of his strength against a second-class samurai has been taken seriously by him.
"Will you die without bragging?" Ye Ming sneered. "As for how you will die, I will use action to tell you."
"Huh! It's fake to have a bad mouth! You must die!" Wei Ji struck his fingers and exclaimed, "I request the use of weapons!"
The host immediately looked at Ye Ming and asked, "Excuse me, do you accept the proposal?"
"Of course you can." Ye Ming did not hesitate to take out the newly purchased sword, a sword groan, cold.
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