bdsm-fiction Chapter 411: Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road
Chapter 411: Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road
"Elder Chen..." Wan Jian at the back was shocked, but did not dare to speak too loudly.
Yu Mu was also startled, but it was his turn to draw the lot soon and many people were watching, so he had to pretend to be calm and walked towards the big jar.
"Please draw lots."
Seeing that Yu Mu was not moving, the monk from Jinchan Temple pointed at the altar and spoke.
"well."
Yu Mu smiled awkwardly and then extended his hand.
Yu Mu didn't know why Chen Qingzhou asked him to draw first, but he trusted his elder brother unconditionally, so he quickly reached into the altar, drew one, and handed it to the monk next to him.
Then Chen Qingzhou and others continued to draw lots in turn.
About half an hour passed, and everyone had drawn their number balls. People from each sect gathered in a small circle to discuss future tactics.
"Please be quiet, everyone!"
Suddenly, Master Du Ming came to the center of the square and took out the last wooden ball from the golden jar.
When everyone saw that the senior monk from Jinchan Temple had something to say, they all listened quietly.
Master Du Ming raised the wooden ball in his hand, "The number that no one drew is fifty-five, so, whoever drew number ten, please stand up."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked around, looking for this lucky person.
Chen Qingzhou looked at Wan Jian, who looked embarrassed, and then looked at Yu Mu, "It's you, right?"
Yu Mu was shocked, "How did the elder know?"
Chen Qingzhou shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Don't worry about it, just go!"
"Oh……"
Yu Mu scratched his head, picked up the wooden ball and walked out, "Master Du, Master Dumo, it's me, number 10."
Master Du Ming smiled and turned his head towards this side, but when he saw Yu Mu, he was suddenly startled and glanced at Wan Jian behind Yu Mu.
Wan Jian shrugged his shoulders, looking helpless.
Master Du Ming winked and made eyes, as if to say: "It's not my problem! You can't go back on your promise to spend the money to repair the temple!"
Wan Jian, a shrewd man, naturally understood what Master Du Ming meant, so he nodded.
Master Du Ming immediately breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Yu Mu over, checked the numbered wooden balls, and said loudly, "Congratulations to this little brother from the Tianci faction, he got a bye in the first round!"
Everyone exclaimed in amazement. This young man was indeed lucky. The total number of participants in this Dragon City Competition was relatively small in history. From the current perspective, he only needed to win five games to enter the finals. Yu Mu won the first game without any effort.
Chen Qingzhou nudged Wan Jian with his elbow, "That's it?"
Wan Jian looked embarrassed. "It's really hard to communicate with the old monks in Jinchan Temple. I've tried my best. But don't worry, they will be useful to us later."
Chen Qingzhou shook his head slightly. "It's okay. If you want to win the championship, you have to win six games. Avoiding the first round by drawing lots can only reduce some losses at most, but it won't play a key role."
"Yes Yes."
Wan Jian apologized repeatedly.
Chen Qingzhou waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and then asked Wan Jian to find Master Du Ming to ask for a final list of contestant numbers.
Tianci's men immediately gathered around, and Chen Qingzhou asked, "What are your numbers? Come and see your opponents!"
Sanqian took the lead and said, "I'm number 25."
Everyone immediately looked towards No. 40, and when they saw it, they all gasped, especially Chen Qingzhou, who patted Sanqian on the shoulder comfortingly.
Xia Jiangnan!
Wan Jian had a bitter look on his face, "Brother Sanqian! You are so unlucky, this guy is one of the favorites to win the championship!"
Sanqian spread his hands, meaning, "What can I do?"
Chen Qingzhou heard something behind Wan Jian's words and asked, "What's the hottest thing? Is there a dealer here?"
As soon as Wan Jian heard this, he knew that Chen Qingzhou was an expert and said with a smile, "To be honest, I'm the banker. I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll just play a few hands!"
After Sanqian knew who his opponent was, he seemed to be detached and shifted his attention. He smiled and asked, "How do you play it?"
Wan Jian was very excited. "Everyone has odds of winning the championship, and you can also bet on any game individually. The more you bet, the more you earn!"
Chen Qingzhou asked: "What are the odds? Who has the highest odds?"
Wan Jian laughed, "Currently, the top three champions are the three Seven Mystic Sword Masters, Xia Jiangnan, Jin Buhuan, and Jing Yunqi. They are all 80% to 1, after all, they are famous! The second tier includes you, Elder Chen, as well as Qianyu, Monk Yuan Chong, Zhan Lang, and the two divine generals from Dragon City, Feng Xuefei and Bai Hexiang. They are all 15% to 1."
Sanqian smiled evilly and said, "Brother Wan, who did you buy?"
"Uh..." Wan Jian glanced at Chen Qingzhou subconsciously, "I, I'm the banker! It's enough to draw a share, no need to buy, no need to buy!"
Chen Qingzhou waved his hand, "Let's not talk about this for now, let's continue looking at the numbers."
Xie Liang said: "I am number 36."
Chen Qingzhou's eyes moved slightly, and then he frowned.
"Li Changsheng?"
Xie Liang asked, "Is he one of the two Jiuli warriors who came with Qianyu?"
Chen Qingzhou nodded, "It's the younger one." He did not mention that Li Changsheng had saved him before, so as to prevent Xie Liang from having concerns during the battle. After all, the Dragon City Fight was related to the honor of the sect and even more so to the safety of the human race, so he could not forget the public interest for personal gain.
Xie Liang asked: "How strong is he?"
Chen Qingzhou paused for a moment, "Jiuli warriors are naturally strong and resistant to attack, which is an advantage. Moreover, they are basically proficient in the 'Flowing Wind and Dark Entanglement' of the 'Nine Elephants of the Great Furnace', which can block our internal energy within a certain range. It can be regarded as a restraint of the skills."
"But..." Chen Qingzhou added, "Li Changsheng's strength was only average before, but the last time I saw him, he easily blocked my red flame with one punch. His strength should have improved a lot. You have to be careful during the duel."
Xie Liang nodded and took note of it.
Meng Xi saw that everyone had finished speaking, "Elder Chen, I'm the last one, number sixty-four."
After hearing this, everyone rushed to see who number one was.
The result was that they looked at each other in silence.
Gold is not rotten!
"I rely on!"
Wan Jian cursed immediately, "How unlucky we are! There are three Seven Mystic Sword Masters in total, and we met two in the first round! No, I have to go find that baldy and get my money back!"
Lan Tingluo grabbed him and said, "What do you want? What did they promise you?"
After hearing what the abbot said, Wan Jian calmed down and thought about it. That was right. Master Du Ming had only promised him to let Chen Qingzhou have a bye in the first round. It would be difficult to take care of other Tianci disciples in public.
"Ugh……"
Wan Jian sighed in anger. The qualification for a bye was given to the silly boy Yu Mu. It seemed that the money spent this time was wasted. He should spend more time on being the banker in the future!
Yu Mu asked, "Brother Wan, don't you look at your opponent?"
Wan Jian was awakened by him, "I'm not here to fight, it doesn't matter who the opponent is."
Having said that, everyone still went to look for Wan Jian's name.
Huineng, the third-generation disciple of Jinchan Temple!
"Hi!" Wan Jian was delighted when he saw it. "I didn't expect that although I have the weakest strength, I have the best luck! Oh, no, except for that stupid boy Yu Mu! Humph! How powerful can the third-generation disciples be? I won't give up this time. I don't believe that I can't deal with a little monk!"
Seeing Wan Jian's confident look, Chen Qingzhou smiled and shook his head. After looking at the situations of the other five people, he began to look for his opponent.
Chen Qingzhou drew number 32, and his opponent was naturally number 33. These two people were also the only group of people with adjacent numbers.
Chen Qingzhou glanced at them, was slightly startled, and said with a wry smile: "It's true that enemies meet on a narrow road!"