Chapter 591: Better bet

When Lan Yu finished speaking, Tang Jun's eyes suddenly flashed, showing a charming smile: "Hey hey, this Chu Yan is really self-injustice, he has done this kind of thing, this time we have to make him never turn over Brother Blue has good means, high, it is high! "
As he spoke, Tang Jun gave a thumb just right.
Lan Yu glanced at him proudly: "Not yet?"
"Oh, Brother Blue, don't worry, I must have done this properly." Tang Jun grinned and turned into the crowd and disappeared.
At this moment, on the side of Broken Star House, because Fan Cheng had just said, the people fell silent.
"No one thinks we will win."
Fan Cheng's words still echoed in everyone's ears at this time.
The crowd looked up, and sure enough, the surrounding stands and other disciples' disciples did not expect them to make a comeback in the remaining two games.
Some of Zongmen's disciples have already gone to congratulate Cang Yumen in advance.
The face of Zhong Wei, Cang Yumen, was flushed with excitement at this moment, and he arched hands toward those who came to congratulate him.
"This group of guys ..." Su Jianyuan, who had woke up long ago, saw his fist clenched furiously at this moment.
At this time, Chu Yan said with a smile.
"When they first started, they didn't think we could stick to it."
As soon as this word came out, everyone was holding back, turning to look at Chu Yan, seeing Chu Yan's face is still a familiar and unchanged smile, and his eyes were brighter and brighter.
Seeing everyone's eyes trembling slightly, Chu Yan continued with a smile: "They initially thought that we would be eliminated after five games, but when the first five games ended, they were ahead of us. Now they think we can't win the last two So, what do they care about, what they think. "
As Chu Yan said, the crowd was stunned first, and they quickly reacted.
Yeah, they were affected by the emotions of those disciples at the scene.
The game was played down one by one. If the crowd of people watching it thinks what kind of result is what, what is the need for the game?
If that's the case, let's just follow the paper strength and let which gate serve as the state religion.
"Did you forget what we said together before the match started?" Chu Yan's eyes swept past everyone's faces.
"We want to win," Li Xiu said.
"Yes! We want to win!" Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth.
"We must win! We must hit the faces of these guys hard!" Su Jianyuan waved his fist.
The atmosphere among the people was once again alive.
Because Lin Miaoran is not a disciple of Broken Star Tower, it is inconvenient to participate in such discussions.
But at this moment she was sitting next to her with her hands on her cheeks, her eyes staring at Chu Yan.
This is a person you like. Not only can you create your own traces, but you have been using your attitude to influence other people.
The thought of this, Lin Miaoran's heart, can't help but feel a faint feeling of sweetness, the corner of his mouth can not help but slightly lifted.
At this time, Chu Yanwang looked to Jiang Panmeng: "Sister Jiang, can you give me the chance to play the last one?"
"No problem." Jiang Panmeng smiled and waved, confidently.
"But Brother Chu, your opponent in the last round, but the Ningmai Realm is double-successful." Fan Cheng was still a little worried about this.
If the other party is only two major successes, then everyone has absolutely no doubt. In that case, if Chu Yan loses, then it is strange.
"There is nothing to worry about." Chu Yan shook his head with a smile, his eyes flickered slightly. "Except for you present, no one knows that I can step up. Zhong Wei is naturally not clear."
From the recent observation of Zhong Wei, Chu Yan has already seen that this guy's typical heart is impatient. If you make good use of this, as long as you don't fight protracted battles with each other, Chu Yan is still very confident to win each other, and he will fight Consumption of aura, Chu Yan did not have to be afraid of the other party, the madman who hunted whales and swallowed the spirit, but never the same realm.
This win is more based on Chu Yan's confidence in his own strength, and it is completely different from betting on luck.
Soon after, the eighth game, which is about the life and death of Broken Star House, will begin.
At this time, a tall monk with a beard and a tall and strong monk walked up to Lian Yongzhi's side and sat down.
If Zhong Wei and Shen Huang are here at the moment, when they see this person, they will respectfully call the elder Bai.
This person is Bai Lixuan, one of the elders in Cang Yumen's state of mind.
"The Broken Star Tower is really a pity this time." It was a pity to say, but Bai Lixuan's tone always made people feel a sense of gloat.
It's normal to think about it.
Cang Yumen is the current state religion, and is gearing up for re-election.
In the first round, they faced the broken star building with the least threat to the six major gates, but they were beaten like this. They are not leading now, and the scene has also lost.
Now it is hard to see the hope of victory. Even the elders finally can't bear it.
However, Lian Yongzhi looked at the opponent without looking at him. He looked at the platform and said lightly: "The race is not over yet, no one knows who died, and Elder Bai is so determined. Is there any neimu?"
Bai Lixuan looked stiff.
Originally, it was to vent the depressive spirit of the heart, and by the way, scorned the uncontrollable power of the broken star tower, but the opponent was stabbed in turn.
Bai Lixuan was dissatisfied and sneered: "If so, Elder Lian thinks that Guizong still hopes to win me Cang Yumen? Didn't you see that the scene is already optimistic about our Cang Yumen at this moment? Has anyone started congratulating us in advance? "
Lian Yongzhi's face still had no extra expression, and his tone remained flat: "The reason why a trace is called a trace is that no one thinks it can happen."
"In this case, Elder Lian really has confidence in the remaining two disciples of Guizong, who are two-minded and congenial." Bai Lixuan deliberately bit the word "two-minded Xiaocheng" seriously.
At this moment his eyes flickered, and he said, "Since so, Elder Lian is worse than us to take a gamble."
"What bet?" Lian Yongzhi turned to look at him.
At this moment, it is no longer a battle of spirits, but a battle of two major gates. Lian Yongzhi is a high-level war department. In this case, naturally, there is no reason to shrink back.
"We bet on the broken Star House and Cang Yumen, can we win the final round and decide who can laugh the last!" After Bai Lixuan said, as if he was afraid that Lian Yongzhi would not agree, he quickly added another sentence "But if Elder Lian feels unsure, then this bet is fine."
It is certainly impossible to count. Lian Yongzhi knows very well. If he flinches at the moment, then all kinds of rumors, such as the timidity of Broken Star House, the elders of Broken Star House have no confidence in the disciples under the door, do not know What will it look like.