Chapter Two hundred and twenty-nine: the failure of small talk

The Wind, so that the entire venue felt a cool, the Bibi both sides of the Cape blowing, but also often let Zhang Shaolong hair fluttering with the wind, only add a few points swordsman loneliness.

As for why he didn't blow his temples up, it's a wonder that Huang Binggang has a young heart, likes to follow the fashion trend, and was recently attracted by the style of Lu Binggang's hair, like many young and even middle-aged people in the audience, Lu Ranfa has been repaired.

At this moment, Zhang Shaolong and Huang Binggang walked toward each other, and so on test is close enough, two people have to each other arch the hand.

See, the bulk of the door is the bulk of the door, the master is the master, the tournament is so polite, but also do not forget to first with each other polite, small talk.

Then, two people exchange pleasantries, really exchange pleasantries. Only to the audience, can see two people mouth corner is moving, occasionally some body language, seems to exchange pleasantries very boisterously.

"Brother Zhang, did you place your bet? " Huang Binggang said.

"Down, I bet I win, five thousand taels. Why, you ask this? " Zhang Shaolong replied.

WHOA... Hwang byung-guk breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that today was half over.

"Brother Zhang, to tell you the truth, I thought I could draw with you, even if there was no time limit, I could barely beat you. So I also bought myself to win, 3,000 taels. "

"Oh? " Zhang Shaolong nods to nod, feel a bit surprised: "that you want to fight with me hard? I can tell you, I won't let you, this one says what also can not lose to you

"No, brother Zhang, you misunderstand. In fact, we both know, like us in the middle of the trash, are forced by the door to participate in the race, in order to promote the importance of this election, but also to set off a few of their masters. So it's about making money."

"Well, that makes sense. How so? "

"Well, since we have the same interests, why don't we play a fake game. Your odds are 2 and mine are 1.6. I'll let you win this one, but you have to give me some of the profits. "

Zhang Shaolong is tiny one zheng, the in the mind begins to calculate. If he wins today, he'll double his money. That's 5,000 taels. If Hwang byung-kang wins, he doesn't get a point and the other side makes one thousand, eight hundred.

So, they let him win. WHAT'S THE SPLIT? The profit is only 5,000 taels.

"Yes, I agree. The profit comes to five thousand, and I'll give you half. Is that all right? "

Huang Binggang is tiny one zheng, in the mind begins to calculate rise. Shit, I had $3,000 in the pot, I'd have won one thousand, eight hundred, you'd get half the profit, that's two thousand, five hundred, and he's still out $5000.

At this point, the crowd in the audience and the referee's table, noticed that the two men had been exchanging pleasantries for a long time, but no one said anything. After all, this is a grand election tournament, or the first game, each other on behalf of the clan to greet each other, is also the first game of friendship second well.

"You see, Kunimune's people are just well-mannered and well-mannered, not like those people from the Liu Shui clan and the Wu Du men, who just come up and curse each other or fight directly. "

"Yes, you are indeed a master of martial arts, and you have a high level of self-cultivation. They should be greeting each other, saying something like taking care of each other, that is to say a little too much. "

"What do you know? Maybe they are good friends in private. Xuanling and Tianjianzong have a good relationship. Now they are having a fight. Why not let people talk about their lives? "

......

On the martial arts field, Huang Binggang thought over and over again, feeling very unreasonable. Oneself good intention consults with the other party, is holding ten ten percent sincerity, how does the other party have the nerve to let him lose?

"brother Zhang, aren't you a bit unkind? Only half. I ended up losing $500. No. If we're GONNA do this, we have to do it fairly. I let it slide, I'd lose 3,000 in the first place, which would leave a total profit of 2,000. So you'll have to give me four thousand later."

"Hmm? 4,000? Huang, this is your fault. I went out with 5,000, I could have made 5,000, but now I'm giving you 4,000. If I bet once, wouldn't I only have made 1,000? I won, and you get the lion's share of the profits? That doesn't make sense! "

"Brother Zhang, what are you talking about? What do you mean you won? You're GonNa win because I let you, I let you win, okay? If I don't let you, even if we call it a draw, you're not gonNA get a penny. It's either no one gets it, or you make a thousand each, and that's your choice."

Huang Binggang said the body on one side, hands folded chest, obviously some angry.

"Well, you let me win? If you were so confident, would you offer to throw in the towel? I'm willing to give you 50% of the profits, for the sake of our friendship. I tell you, yes, you take two thousand, five hundred. No, we'll see what happens."

Zhang Shao-long said also the body side, hands embrace chest, apparently also some angry.

The audience around saw this scene, have to sigh, guess again.

"Why, two people seem to exchange pleasantries unsuccessful AH? Hit also put on such an angry look? "

"This... is not to say good-bye before starting to greet it? Should Not one side did not greet it? "

"nonsense, how can two people chat for so long without greeting? In my opinion, one party must 'greet' too much, maybe greetings to the other people's parents, so this moment is not happy. "

......

At the referee's table, master Ouyang was a little impatient. As the Lord of the city, he is of course most concerned not with who wins or loses in the martial arts arena, but whether the game can be carried out normally and smoothly, and whether the vast number of viewers can enjoy the game normally and happily.

Therefore, after seeing the two men push each other for a long time, he made it so unpleasant that, judging from his years of experience, he knew at a glance that he wanted to fight a fake match, but in the end, because of some aspect of interest, there was no agreement and the talks broke down.

He walked up to the referee's desk, picked up a big stick and pointed it at the Gong.

Dang!

Another Gong spreads, let the spot two people slightly one zheng, all put down the hand.

"Zhang, I'm going to ask you one last time, do you want 4,000 or not? Yes, you can make 1,000, you don't want any of it, take it all to the dealer! "

"Well, I could have made five thousand, why should I give you four? The dealer can have it. I'd rather do charity than work with a piece of Shit like you! "

"Shit, how dare you call me rubbish? Well, I'll teach you a lesson today! "

"Come and get it. WHO'S AFRAID? "

The two men said to each other hard stare one eye, Mengdi jump back a step, put the right position. After a lot of crap and failed collusion, after the Lord's urging, the battle of the Anticipating finally really began.

Oh, Weng!

Zhang Shao-long Ling-li pour into the blue sword, make it immediately shiver, issued a clear and sweet sound of the sword.

"Wow! What a voice! "

"Tut, is this the master of Tianjianzong? The power of the spirit is so strong that it makes the SWORD TREMBLE! "

"A master with a SWORD IS DIFFERENT! "

Listening to the shock of the audience, Zhang shao-long was very proud, with a twelve-point provocation to Huang Bingang. The latter is very angry, does not accept so low to pretend to be forced behavior, therefore also deeply Zhen Ling, suspends that handle black ruler in front of the chest.

However, in posing, Xuanling religion Huang Binggang really lost. Although his spiritual strength is also very strong, although his stature is more tall, but the ruler is made of Purple Stone, itself absolutely difficult to send out a clear sound.

Fortunately, there were a lot of Xuanling supporters, who, though they made no noise, were still swept away by his flowing Cape and quivering short hair.

When the pose was over, there was no longer any reason for the two sides to drag out the fight.

Dang!

There was nothing special about the two men's hands, but they simply squared off, exchanging one hand with a sword and a ruler.

This sword from the sound quality, shape and just with the ruler of the bending of the collision point, it is obviously a good thing, grade is not inferior to the standard Xuan Grade, with Lu ran's seven-star sword.

The black ruler of Huang Binggang, although it is relatively short and small, but the texture is hard, oneself spirit is strong, use up also convenient flexible much. Only a preliminary exchange of weapons, it shows that the ruler superb refining technology, from its strength alone, but also no less than the standard grade grade.

Lu ran was glad to see it. Not Because of the strength of the two sides, but because even the ordinary disciples of the Tianjianzong, strength in the mid-wu Zong, there are also people in the use of Xuanji top-grade Spirit.

Although dazongmen big city of the Xuanji top grade, compared with the wind ran lingqifu before refining certain better, but after all, only Xuanji. And some of these people, who had their money on the line, figured they could afford to spend twenty thousand grand on a decent weapon and twenty thousand grand on a full set of armor.

So, Feng Ran Ling Qi Fu to expand the publicity. Take advantage of these days new spirit implement just mass production, Huai State City also new a batch of master, he had to help Dong Lingfeng sell again.

Oh, Weng!

In the martial arts arena, the Blue Sword trembled again, sending out a louder scream, which attracted the audience to scream even louder. See Zhang Shaolong two arms big Zhang, jump in the air, toward yellow Binggang Mengdi sky cut out a sword.

Harvard

By the sword, a white edge of the sword to seize air out, seems to tear, split the field of emptiness in general, toward Huang Binggang to the crescent of the potential impact in the past. The speed, the power, it's mind-blowing.

"humph, carve insect small skill. " Huang Binggang lightly says, the body immediately flashes.

Zhang Shaolong see each other dodge, the mood is also good, hurriedly accelerate the offensive. Regardless of footwork or technique, all of a sudden rise a lot, open and close, brandish a piece of chilling sword spirit.

Needless to say, the audience was blown away by the scene.