After a total of half a year, Changsun Fengye finally returned to the ancient star of Yanchang.
During this period, he has offended more than 20 top demons, each of whom is a famous figure.
"Lao Chen, things have become uncontrollable. Will it be ruined?"
After Changsun Fengye came back, he directly found Chen Qingyuan, and he was a little nervous.
"Don't panic. When it's really unbearable, let's turn around and slip away."
Chen Qingyuan likes to be lively, so that he can earn more resources.
Now as long as someone fights against him, Chen Qingyuan not only collects management fees, but also sits outside the venue.
Bet on winning or losing, who gets injured first, how many rounds you can fight, etc.
With good reputation, Chen Qingyuan's daily spiritual stone income can be called an astronomical figure. Of course, if you are unlucky, you will lose a lot in a day.
Generally speaking, the more you win and the less you lose, and you have gained a lot.
"Changsun Fengye, I'm coming!"
A few hours later, Feng Chen in a purple shirt came in the air.
Zhong Tianjiao recognized its origin at a glance and exclaimed, "The holy son of Qianchenzong!"
Feng Chen stood over a ring, and his sharp eyes fell on Changsun Fengye, which was fierce: "Let's fight on the stage!"
It's really not to let people rest!
Changsun Fengye really wants to complain, why did he work so hard?
That little resource?
Although there are indeed a lot of resources, as a ethereal son, he is really not lacking.
Be careful to make friends!
Changsun Fengye glanced at Chen Qingyuan beside him and sighed.
"Look what I do, go and do it!"
Chen Qingyuan patted Changsun Fengye on the shoulder and whispered.
"Why don't you go?"
Changsun Fengye complained.
"He clearly came to you. What does it have to do with me?" Fortunately, Chen Qingyuan left Changsun Fengye's name on the letter of war, instead of his own: "Besides, I have to collect money in the village, and I'll give you more points when I'm done."
"It's really a blood loss to know you in my life."
Changsun Fengye said something.
"You can't say that. If you didn't know me, could your soul find a place to belong?"
This move is not good for a hundred tries.
"..." Changsun Fengye's face was full of black lines: "Get out."
"Remember to be lucky with him. Don't miss the opportunity."
Chen Qingyuan reminded him.
"I know."
Of course, Sun Fengye will not forget this.
The picture changed, on a huge ring.
Changsun Fengye and Feng Chen of Qianchenzong looked at each other and drew their swords and said, "How dare you bet on a lucky green lotus?"
"The war book says that if you lose, you will compensate three, right?"
Feng Chen asked back.
"That's right." Changsun Fengye nodded.
"Then gamble."
Feng Chen is not afraid.
The atmosphere in the arena is gradually tense, but the outside of the venue is extremely lively.
Chen Qingyuan waved his sleeves, and a huge table appeared in front of him, with many odds written on the table.
"Don't be stunned. Don't you want to gamble in such a wonderful battle?"
Fights can be avoided if they can be avoided. However, in the matter of making money, you must be serious, rack your brains and spare no effort.
Chen Qingyuan should squeeze out the family background of all parties as much as possible and reasonably turn it into his own private property.
In fact, Chen Qingyuan doesn't know how many spiritual stones he has now, and he hasn't counted them carefully. However, he can be sure that the whole heritage of most of the first-class weak forces in the northern wilderness is not as good as himself.
"I bet Changsun Daoyou to win!"
"Although Changsun Fengye's strength is not weak, I have seen the ability of the Holy Son of Qianchen Sect, so I bet a thousand top-quality spiritual stones, and the Holy Son of Qianchen won!"
"At the beginning, Dongli Jianzi lost half of his moves to Changsun Fengye, and Qianchen Shengzi was afraid that it was also hard. Although I am very unhappy with Chen Qingyuan's face, who will have trouble with the money?
"It must be the first to be injured by the son of Qianchen..."
It is noisy outside the field, and the betting spirit stones have accumulated more than 500,000 top-grade spirit stones and 50,000 best spirit stones.
As for the middle spirit stone and the lower spirit stone.
Sorry, Chen Qingyuan doesn't like it. I won't accept it.
When the reputation is gained, it will be easy to make money.
Chen Qingyuan decided to make it bigger and stronger step by step, and empty most people's pockets.
"I'll join in the fun, too."
Suddenly, a chilly sound came from a distance, and then a warship docked near the ancient star of Yanchang.
People from the Pear Blossom Palace!
Everyone's face changed in shock.
Then, looking at the women in long skirts, the young and handsome people's eyes were straight.
"The saint of the Lihua Palace is here in person, and I'm polite."
Chen Qingyuan pretended to be respectful and said with his fist in his hand.
"100,000 top-quality spiritual stones, bet the eldest Sun Fengye... Lose."
Wang Shutong was dressed in a white skirt, and no one could get close to him. The extreme chill was trembling.
"Okay."
After receiving the spiritual stone, Chen Qingyuan opened a certificate.
Standing next to Wang Shutong is Xiao Yanran, the second disciple of the young generation of Lihua Palace. She looked at Chen Qingyuan several times, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if she had seen it somewhere.
However, Xiao Yanran thought about it for a long time and didn't remember it.
In those years, Chen Qingyuan secretly attacked the Lihua Palace and robbed the meteorite iron outside the sky. At that time, he covered up his own breath and blamed it on the Star Picking Tower.
"I'll make a bet, too."
Before the battle began, a man in black appeared.
With the appearance of this person, the ancient star of Yanchang has become more lively.
Fu Dongliu, the boss of the 18 veins of Western Xinjiang.
This guy is not a good stubble. It is said that he has not been defeated by his peers since he practiced his practice.
"200,000 top-quality spirit stones, Changsun Fengye - win!"
Fu Dongliu hopes that Changsun Fengye can win, so that the game can be more interesting. It's just hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones. He doesn't care.
"Okay!"
Chen Qingyuan immediately issued a certificate.
Then, someone came again.
Other demons from the eighteen veins of the western Xinjiang came one after another.
Boss Fu Dongliu has come to join in the fun. How can they miss it?
"I believe in the boss's vision, 50,000 top-quality spirit stone, what do you mean?"
"Ten thousand spiritual stones."
"Eighty thousand spirit stones..."
Good boy, the stakes in this battle have accumulated more than a million top-quality spiritual stones.
Chen Qingyuan calculated that the number was so large, no matter who won or lost, he didn't seem to make any money.
It's because of these guys from the 18 veins of the western Xinjiang, why did they bet Sun Fengye to win?
"For countless years, you are the first person who dares to open a casino at the Baimai feast."
Fu Dongliu squinted and said to Chen Qingyuan.
"There is always someone who set a precedent."
Chen Qingyuan and Fu Dongliu looked at each other and were not afraid at all.
The two people in the ring were not disturbed by the outside world. Both sides have not made any action, and they are testing each other.
咻-
At a certain moment, a hair in front of Changsun Fengye suddenly broke.
The stage of temptation is over, and Changsun Fengye has fallen behind.