Chapter 434: Master Yan Jing

On each of the four sides of the main hall of the gambling hall, there are three banker's platforms for betting. The banker's platforms on these four sides are divided into four bankers: "Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and San" according to the size of the bets.

Wu Yan saw it very carefully. On the three high platforms of Tianzhuang, the minimum bet accepted at one time must be more than 100,000 spirit coins to be eligible to come here. As for the three high platforms of the Dizhuang, a minimum bet of more than 10,000 spirit coins is required to be eligible to place bets in this village. Xuanzhuang requires between one thousand to ten thousand spirit coins to be eligible to bet here. The three high platforms on the last side are in bulk and accept any bet below one thousand spirit coins.

Among the four major bankers, Tianzhuang has the smallest number of people, but the lowest level of cultivation is also at the core formation stage. On the high platform of Dizhuang, most of them are also monks in the alchemy stage. Only a small number of monks in the foundation stage who are wealthy place bets here, and the number of people is much larger than that on the high platform of Tianzhuang.

There were the largest number of people in Xuanzhuang, accounting for almost 60% of the people in the entire hall. Most of them were monks in the foundation building stage, and a small number were monks with higher levels of Qi refining.

There were a lot of people in the last scattered village, but they were all monks in the Qi Refining Stage. There were also a few cash-strapped Foundation Establishment Stage monks mixed in, but each one seemed to have brought a concealing magic weapon. It seemed that I am afraid that if I meet a familiar Taoist friend, I will make people laugh for nothing.

The direction Wu Yan was walking in at this time was the high platform at Tianzhuang. The monks who place bets here are all monks in the alchemy stage, and most of them are in the middle or late stages of alchemy or even in the Great Perfection. Therefore, they don’t say much to each other, but their eyes flicker on the light curtain behind the dealer. After searching and thinking deeply, he talked with the two assistants next to the Tianzhuang dealer behind the high platform.

As for the banker of Tianzhuang, he didn't pay attention to anyone's plan at all. Instead, he sat cross-legged on a Qi refining platform behind the high platform, scanning the entire hall.

The banker of Tianzhuang is an old man wearing a vermilion cloak. He has two long white eyebrows hanging in front of his forehead. He has a fairy-like temperament, which is incompatible with the entire hall.

This old man is actually a Dzogchen monk in the late stage of the alchemy stage. Moreover, when the bettors in the alchemy stage next to him occasionally look at him with a hint of fear, we know that this old man must also be a well-known person. A powerful monk. It's a pity that Wu Yan doesn't know him.

Wu Yan walked to the one closest to the old man with long eyebrows and red cloak among the three Tianzhuang high platforms. After scanning the surroundings, he saw someone frowning and looking at him, but he didn't care. The monk next to him saw that he had hidden his aura and could not detect anything, so he focused his attention on the light curtain behind the high platform again.

Just as Wu Yan was about to speak, a banker's assistant from behind the high platform stepped forward and said to Wu Yan with a slight smile: "Fellow Taoist, welcome to our Yan Family Gambling House to place bets. You must have been observing the hall for a long time just now. You should know something about the betting house and the odds, right? I don’t know what I call it, what kind of handicap do you want to bet on? I’d like to engrave the money on the bet for you.”

Wu Yan, wearing a bamboo hat, tilted his head slightly and said in a different voice: "Yes, I do understand all the rules. I am prepared to place a dead bet, and I will make additional bets."

The banker's assistant didn't show any surprise when he heard this, but he seemed to be shocked by Wu Yan's sonorous sound, which sounded like metal scraping the ground. His eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously but then relaxed, and he nodded: "Okay, then, fellow Taoist, please tell me your name, the amount of your bet, and be prepared to take a drop of your own blood essence. After I engrave the gambling ticket gold slip for you, fellow Taoist, I will refine the blood essence into it."

As the assistant spoke, he took out a golden jade slip and a golden talisman pen with a flip of his palm, and then looked at Wu Yan, as if waiting for him to tell him the font size.

Wu Yan raised his hand and said: "Wait a minute, I want to confirm. If your gambling house accepts a large bet, if you are lucky enough to bet correctly in the future, if you refuse to pay or do it within the gambling capital, What kind of hands and feet, what should I do?”

Wu Yan's question here was really rude. As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen or so monks in the alchemy stage beside him who were deep in thought and calculation all looked at him with sneers.

The assistant who was responsible for receiving him was also an early-stage alchemy monk. Hearing this, his face darkened and he said, "Fellow Taoist, what do you mean by this? Do you think that the great reputation of our Yan Family Gambling House is just bragging?"

At this time, the old man with long eyebrows and red cloak who had been observing all the movements in the hall also glanced at Wu Yan with squinted eyes. At the same time, an extremely powerful spiritual consciousness suddenly came from the old man's body. It burst out and swept towards Wu Yan.

Wu Yan snorted coldly, and glanced at the old man with long eyebrows. The old man with long eyebrows suddenly turned pale, with a trace of pain on his expressionless face, and then stood up suddenly. He looked at Wu Yan in shock.

"Let me remind you, if you dare to spy on me so rudely again, I will directly destroy your soul!" Wu Yan said unceremoniously to the old man with long eyebrows and red cloak.

At this time, a group of monks in the alchemy stage who were about to laugh at Wu Yan saw that the old man with long eyebrows and red cloak had suffered a secret loss silently, and they all looked at Wu Yan carefully in shock.

"I am Yan Jing, the owner of this gambling den. Don't blame me for being rude just now." The old man with long eyebrows and a red cloak waved the stunned assistant aside, walked to the high platform in person, and bowed his hand to Wu Yan , said extremely politely.

Others may not know it, but he knows better than anyone else what he has just experienced.

When he just sent out his spiritual sense to try to see Wu Yan's appearance and cultivation hidden in the magic weapon, he actually bumped into an inexplicable breath that made his soul tremble with fear, and the breath easily killed his spiritual sense. He didn't even have a chance to react!

Such means are clearly only available to old monsters who have fully comprehended a certain state of mind. At this time, Wu Yan was obviously classified as a great cultivator old monster in his mind. Although Yan Jing was very puzzled, since this person's cultivation was so high, why did he come to this gambling house to bet.

Because, in the Yan family gambling house, there is an unwritten rule. If any cultivator who has reached the Nascent Soul stage wants to bet, he does not need to come to this gambling house hall where all kinds of people are mixed. He can go directly to the great elder of the Yan family who is responsible for external affairs, that is, Yan Jing's second brother Yan Fu, and he will receive him directly.

Almost all the Nascent Soul cultivators in Liehai City know this rule. Yan Jing was a little confused as to why this person hid his cultivation and covered his face to come here to bet.

However, he was also a little unsure about what realm this person's cultivation was. After all, there were some geniuses who could comprehend the realm of the soul in the Jindan stage, so he only called Wu Yan "Daoyou" and did not rashly say anything like "senior". But on the surface, he still seemed unusually polite and humble.

The Jindan stage cultivators who were just laughing at Wu Yan were all stunned when they saw Yan Jing's expression. They closed their mouths and looked at Wu Yan with a weak face.

"Humph, you are sensible. Did you hear what I asked just now? Since you are the person in charge here, you should answer it. However, if you can't make the decision, let the one who can make the decision come out and speak." Wu Yan sat down on a stone drum stool beside the high platform, and then said to Yan Jing unceremoniously.

Since he was already acting like a big shot, he might as well act more like one. Wu Yan deliberately made himself look very high and mysterious. With that move just now, even Yan Jing, a cultivator who had reached the great perfection of the late Jindan stage, suffered a loss at the hands of Wu Yan, so outsiders naturally regarded him as more mysterious.

"Haha, fellow Daoist, you are joking. Since I am the owner of this gambling house, I can make the decision on everything that happens in this gambling house. Since fellow Daoist asked, it is okay for me to explain a few things to you." This old man was very flexible. After being hit just now and Wu Yan's rude question, he could still smile and talk to Wu Yan without any concern.

"Go on, I'm listening." Wu Yan said loudly, his voice still sonorous and harsh.

"Fellow Daoist, my Yan family has been based in the Xumi Sea Hunting Alliance for a thousand years. The reason why we can have such a prosperous situation today is not just because of our strong fighting power. Although my Yan family gambling house has only been opened for a few hundred years, the reputation of my Yan family has spread throughout the Xumi Sea as early as when the family was established. If you don't believe it, you might as well go out and ask around. Haha, although I don't know why you have such concerns, please rest assured that no matter what kind of bet you place, you don't need to worry about my Yan family not being able to pay, let alone worry about my Yan family Will go back on his word and get rich. This betting ticket gold slip contains a trace of the soul mark of the ancestor of this clan, and it will also leave the blood mark of the Taoist fellow. If the Taoist fellow really bets right, he can directly use this gold slip to take the bet he won. Moreover, if an outsider gets the Taoist fellow's gold slip and wants to claim it, it will not work. When you come to take the bet, you need to take the essence mark of the person who bet. Only if it meets the requirements, our Yan family will pay the bet. Taoist fellow, do you have any questions about this? "The old man explained to Wu Yan in detail.

"Okay, no more. So, can I place the bet now?" Wu Yan looked at Yan Jing and asked.

Yan Jing smiled and nodded, and he felt a little amused and helpless about the caution of the man in front of him.

"Okay, Wu Shan, this is the bet I want to make, you should count it out. I want to make a life bet, and it is an additional type. I bet on the 64th-ranked Lord Wu Yan, and bet that he can get the first place in the battle assessment, and add that he can defeat all opponents all the way without any defeat." Wu Yan slapped the three storage bags in front of Yan Jing and said with great confidence.

After Wu Yan finished speaking, the entire Tianzhuang area instantly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, forming a very strong contrast with the bustle in other parts of the hall.

All the cultivators near Tianzhuang looked at Wu Yan as if he were a monster. They really couldn't understand why this person, who had been entangled here for a long time, would actually bet on a Lord who ranked at the bottom.