Chapter 4261: Lose money

Some even set up the table under the stands and began to bet on the winners or losers of the two.
After all, Qian Mo is the existence of the Dark Underworld Sect second only to Luo Qiansha, and it was ranked in the top 15 in the previous Hundred Sects Competition.
Although Zhou Zhong is mysterious, in the eyes of everyone, this is a boast, and it is a name but nothing.
Therefore, the bet on the victory of the week has reached one loss to three, and the Tianta royal family did not hinder it.
On the contrary, he is willing to guarantee these dealers, after all, after the big match is over, he can also get a lot of commission from these people.
"All come to me to bet, Yingzun loses five odds to Qianmo!"
In order to win over gamblers, a wealthy businessman in the city even increased the odds to one to five.
He is the inside story of getting Qian Mo. He has no strength at all this week, but the Ice Tower Shenzong is afraid of losing talent to push him to such a high position.
As long as you get into the top 100, you will be able to retreat. I never thought that this first game would be against Qian Mo from Dark Mingzong.
As a businessman, how could it be possible to let go of the beauty of pie in the sky.
Seeing this odds, the three men of Meng Yu almost grinned, and they pressed all their net worth on the middle of the week.
And this rich businessman also accepted everything with a smile on his face. This time he really made a lot of money. Of course, he never thought that money and ink would lose.
"Before being stopped by the prince, the senior brother failed to kill you. I didn't expect it to fall into my hands!"
There was a ruthless touch on Qian Mo's face, followed by the sign of success.
"Want to kill me, I'm afraid it's a bit whimsical." In the middle of the week, he opened his distance and prepared to fight.
Luo Qiansha on the stage squinted his eyes and looked at the two people in the middle of the week indifferently. He knew that Qian Mo was definitely not his opponent in the middle of the week. The purpose of making Qian Mo against the middle of the week was just to probe the cards of the middle of the week.
In his mind, the middle of the week has been listed as a killer, as long as his cards are cleared, when he finally meets himself, there is only a dead end.
How could he not know the meaning of Luo Qiansha in the middle of the week, so he never thought about taking this money seriously.
"Don't make senseless struggles, you will die if you run into me!"
Qian Mo picked up the machete and struck towards the middle of Zhou with a horizontal split.
It can be seen that although the two brothers of Qian Mo and Qian Yang are using swords, Qian Yang's dark power comes with power attributes, while Qian Mo comes with annihilation attributes.
Qian Mo's knife skills are not only sophisticated, but also excellent in speed.
After all, he is the ten core disciple of the Dark Underworld Sect. It is said that he has used a knife to carry a few tricks under the swordsman Zhao He.
If you get a knife, you won't die or become disabled, which is why it was able to win the top 15 of the previous tournament.
It's just that Qian Mo's sword technique was full of loopholes in Zhou Zhong's eyes.
"too slow!"
There was no counterattack in the middle of the week, but the footsteps underneath kept moving lightly.
Every time Yiqianmo's ultimate move seemed deadly and impeccable, but it was always thrilled by midweek.
The wealthy businessman in the audience suddenly couldn't sit still. You must know this posture, even though it did not prevail in the middle of the week.
But Qian Mo wants to win, I am afraid there are many variables.
And most of his bets here are gamblers who lost their eyes and made them lose five.
If Qianmo loses, he will really go bankrupt, and these monks are not easy to provoke.
A pair of small thief eyes has even begun to look around. Once the situation is not right, he will grease the soles of his feet and take the money he has obtained.
Suddenly I felt cold behind me, and saw a long sword resting on his neck, it was Meng Yu.
"You have to earn money, but the situation is not right, and you have to run again. Do you really treat us as fools?"
Meng Yu sneered. It wasn't that he cared about the money, but that the boy's practice of paying five was very upset.
That being the case, letting him lose his fortune is a small lesson. If he wants to run, there is no door.
"Master Meng, look at what you said, but the villain manages with integrity, how could he run away."
When he said this, the whole heart of the wealthy businessman was bleeding.
On the stage, Qianmo carried a big knife, and slashed towards the middle of the week one by one, and the middle of the week seemed to be playing money and ink.
From a distance, the two seemed to be hide-and-seek on the stage.
The cup in Killer Luo Qian's hand had been crushed into powder, and his eyes were full of killing intent when he looked at Zhou Zhong.
I never thought that I had seen through my calculations this week and didn't show any strength at all. It was just teasing myself.
Qian Mo was already sweating profusely at this moment. After all, carrying a large knife of hundreds of kilograms was also an individual effort, and he was performing the sword technique for a few quarters.
Even if people are beaten with iron, this is too much.
"Can you stop being like a mouse in the middle of the week, just dodge, have the ability, let's face up to a few tricks upright!"
Qian Mo's xinxing has been disturbed, and he has violated a big taboo on the battlefield.
And Luo Qiansha had already closed his eyes. If Qian Mo could calm down his temper, maybe he could still face him a bit this week.
But now, he has been completely manipulated between the palms of his hands, and even his emotions are controlled by the middle of the week.
"In that case, I will satisfy you!"
Zhou Zhong jumped up, and casually tore off a willow branch on the tree beside the stand.
"Very arrogant, I think you are looking for death!"
Seeing that instead of taking out a weapon, Zhou Zhong just took a willow branch at will and used it as a weapon.
Obviously, he didn't take himself seriously, burned with anger, copied the machete, the annihilation force in his body surged, and another Overlord Slash rushed towards the middle of the week.
"Wicker can also be used as a weapon, a joke!"
Qian Mo's Overlord Slash was more than a star and a half stronger than Qian Yang's. Even if Moxie was against him, he would only be able to drink hatred on the spot.
"It's a bit interesting, but it's still a bit too close!" A mid-week dodge, easily avoiding the mighty light.
A wicker backhand was drawn on Qian Mo's back, and the wicker containing the power of darkness suddenly made Qian Mo's skin open.
Although he couldn't hurt him, the shame in his heart made Qian Mo crazy.
Even Zhao Wenbo has begun to tease in the audience: "Qian Mo, in our Ice Tower Shenzong, the master uses this wicker to clean up disobedient disciples."
Upon hearing this, Qian Mo was directly gushing out a mouthful of blood.
Biting the tip of his tongue, under the stimulation of the pain, he picked up a big knife and headed for Zhou Zhong.
In the middle of the week, the wrist turned, and the wicker was like a long whip, constantly struck on the back of the knife.
After a quarter of an hour, Qian Mo was already scarred from time to time, and there was no more complete skin on his body.
"It's almost time to go down!"
Tired of playing, Qian Mo knocked Qian Mo off the competition stage in the middle of the week.
"Ice Tower Shenzong, Zhou Zhongsheng!"