The big man seemed to have tasted the sweetness and took out a few taels of silver to bet generously. Of course, he was generous. This was all Yang Jing's money.

Before Yang Jing could write it clearly in the account book, a sentence came from the other side of the ring: "Dongfang Mo, my name is Yang Li, I am the third opponent you have defeated."

After hearing this, even Dongfang Mo felt a little incredible. He had never fought with this person. He was stunned for a moment. Yang Li had already jumped off the stage.

Winning three games in a row, not even moving his hand. As long as he encounters Dongfang Mo, he will automatically jump off the ring. What's going on

On and off the stage, there was already chaos, and people's eyes were all on Dongfang Mo's body

Yang Jing's face turned green: "Damn, what's going on in Dongfang Mo? As long as the people from the Sword Sect fight against him, they will jump down and they will all be sick." If you continue like this, you will almost lose all of them.

After the new round of lottery draws, someone came on the stage again. This time, the person in front of Dongfang Mo was very dramatic, it was Yang Yue.

"Don't look at Yang Yue as a girl, her cultivation is not vague." When they saw Yang Yue standing in front of Dongfang Mo, people once again felt that Dongfang Mo would not feel good this time. "Miss Yang Yue, I want to save face."

Yang Jing seemed to see hope of winning back the money: "Big man, don't be remanded"

The big man looked at the market opening of Yang Jing. The bets under Dongfang Mo's name were much more conservative, and it said that one compensation was ten.

"Why don't you pay a hundred yuan for one?" said the big man pointing to Dongfang Mo's name.

Yang Jing's face turned red and white: "I dare not take it anymore", but he ignored the slightly sarcastic words of the man just now.

The big man smiled: "The boss is so good, how can you not bet on it? You will still bet on this one." This time, he actually threw a ingot of silver under Dongfang Mo's name.

On the ring, Dongfang Mo faced Yang Yue with a little unnatural face. He was wondering how to prevent Yang Yue from losing face. After all, his rejection made Yang Yue a little sad. This was what he saw.

At this moment, Yang Yue smiled sweetly at Dongfang Mo: "Brother Mo, congratulations, majestic."

Dongfang Mo smiled helplessly: "Sister Yue, don't make fun of me."

"You will win four games in a row soon." Yang Yue still smiled sweetly. After saying that, he nodded at Dongfang Mo with a sweet smile. His bright eyes showed that she no longer cared about Dongfang Mo's rejection.

Dongfang Mo also smiled and nodded at Yang Yue. In this way, Yang Yue jumped off the ring gracefully, completing the record of four consecutive victories for Dongfang Mo.

"Everything is crazy, everything is crazy." Yang Jing was almost hysterical. He lost all his money at once. This was his possession that he had obtained after years of cheating.

The big man took all Yang Jing's money without hesitation and smiled: "Boss, I am so proud of it. I admire you."

On the ring, after a moment of chaos, the competition continued. This time, Dongfang Mo seemed not so lucky in the eyes of others. The result of this lottery was Dongfang Ping's elder brother, Dongfang Ying. People all know that Dongfang Ying is now one level higher than Dongfang Ping, and he is a master at the sixth level of the first year.

Besides, the last time Dongfang Mo and Dongfang Yan and Dongfang Ping fought, the two people suffered a great loss. This time, how could this Dongfang Ying show mercy?

Seeing Dongfang Mo's opponent, Yang Jing suddenly felt courage. How could the grudge between Dongfang Mo and Dongfang Ping escape his ears? He looked at Dongfang Mo with some gloating pleasure. In his heart, the person who could drive Dongfang Mo off the ring finally appeared. He excitedly grabbed the big man: "It's just you and me, do you dare to bet another game?"

The big man laughed: "Okay, bet"

Yang Jing took out a low-grade spiritual herb from his arms: "You and I have taken out a spiritual herb to bet, do you dare?" For those who practice, gold and silver are not enough to move, but this cultivation resource is very precious. Yang Jing really took it out and took out a spiritual herb.

The big man also touched it from his arms and took out a low-grade spiritual herb.

"No matter what the madman and fools are, there are any secrets between you, but you can't think of passing me," Dongfang Ying said coldly on the ring.

Dongfang Mo did not refute this pun, nor was moved. His expression was still so faint. The originally unknown grudge spread rapidly among the crowd. People felt that Dongfang Mo's competition seemed to have just begun.

Faced with Dongfang Ying's sneer, Dongfang Mo disagreed: "If you want to fight, come over. If you are afraid, you can choose to jump off the ring directly to avoid losing face." The reason why Dongfang Mo is so rampant is that he has already used his spiritual power to explore the other party's cultivation level. At the sixth level of the first year, Dongfang Mo really won't take it seriously.

Dongfang Ying's nose was almost pissed off: "Dongfang Mo, don't talk nonsense, I want to teach you a lesson."

No matter how you talk about it, Dongfang Mo will not be careless when he fights.

Dongfang Ying also heard his younger brother say that Dongfang Mo is powerful, so he is his specialty at once, not a test. The sound of breaking the wind in his fist, and even the air around him seemed to be sharp flying knives flying towards Dongfang Mo.

Dongfang Mo frowned and chose the Thunder Palm instead of using his three-point sword technique.

The cultivation level has been improved again, at the seventh level of Chu Yuan, I don’t know what power his Thunder Palm will have. Dongfang Mo suddenly spread his hands, and the majestic spiritual energy in the palm gushed out, instantly forming an illusory Thunder Palm shadow, which also burst out with the crackling sound of thunder and lightning.

At this moment, Dongfang Ying's attack had arrived. Dongfang Mo had already felt the strong wind coming to his face. Dongfang Mo pushed his palms and a pair of palm shadows met Dongfang Ying's attack. There was no defense at all. He just used his palm shadow to fight against each other. At the moment of intersecting, Mars burst out in front of Dongfang Mo's eyes.

Dongfang Ying smiled coldly: "Dongfang Mo, you just underestimated this Luoying boxing, do you think you can do it?"

After saying that, Dongfang Ying poured his spiritual energy into the fist wind, trying to crush Dongfang Mo at once.

But Dongfang Mo seemed to have no idea what pressure was. When Dongfang Ying was desperately trying to increase the strength, the spiritual energy in Dongfang Mo's dantian continued to flow, and the shadow of the palm of the lightning was wrapped around the lightning, pushing towards Dongfang Ying with an overwhelming momentum.

His Luoying boxing was forced back by Dongfang Mo so quickly with increased force. Dongfang Ying didn't believe his eyes. This was his strongest attack.
Chapter completed!