"Am I wrong? Victory is victory, and defeat is defeat. How can there be so many excuses? The reason why you are easily defeated by us is because you are clever. What are you proud of?" Mu Hanyan is not polite Scolded.

Although Huayue's hidden strength is just what she wants, but seeing them being so despised, even as a hindrance, Mu Hanyan still feels uncomfortable. Lu Junran compares them to teammates like pigs and makes Mu even more so. Han Yan couldn't bear it, and naturally wouldn't leave him any affection.

Zhao Feng and others all looked at Lu Junran. The reason why the defeat was so clean and shameful was indeed because of Lu Junran's idea of ​​preserving strength. So they also had a bit of resentment towards Lu Junran, just because his strength was higher than that. People, this time I came to Shangyue with Lu Junran as the head, so they can't say much.

Lu Junran was speechless when he was scolded by Mu Hanyan, his face flushed with shame, he couldn't say a word, turned and left the martial arts arena.

Behind him, there was a cheer. Although Huayue's performance was mediocre, Mu Hanyan used his strength to get everyone's approval.

"Hahahaha, I knew it would be like this. Those guys would lose their bet on Hanyan, a group of idiots." Mu Hanyan stepped off the competition table and heard Ling Baobao's wild laugh.

Needless to say, in the competition just now, Baby Ling "picked" a lot of money.

Beside, the more Xiuming looked envy. Here are the seats for the contestants. There are not many seats. This guy doesn't know where to find a pony, bent over and sat on it, half shorter than the Huayue and others beside him, and looks like a bag of air. , How can there be the slightest majesty of royal children at all.

"Aunty has worked hard, didn't you hurt just now?" As soon as Mu Hanyan came over, he greeted him with a flattery as soon as he became clearer. He shook his back and squeezed his shoulders, with a flattering smile on his face. Xiao's previous appearance is exactly the same, a human-shaped sword pet alive.

Mu Hanyan's seniority was one generation lower than Yue Fanchen, but one generation higher than Yue Xiuming, so he should be called Mu Hanyan's aunt. However, unlike Mu Hanyan's call to uncle Yue Fanchen, which is more or less awkward, this guy's aunt calls more smoothly and smoothly. It is estimated that it has become a habit to call her aunt. It is not a big deal to call her aunt.

"Why are you here?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"Aren't I worried about my aunt's injury, come here to take a look." Yue Xiuming said flatly.

"What's the matter? Hurry up," Mu Hanyan said impatiently. Since knowing Mu Hanyan's identity, this guy has never taken that debt seriously anymore, entangled around him like brown sugar every day, making Mu Hanyan annoying.

"Hey, that's it, I want to borrow some money from you." Yue Xiuming said sly.

"What are you borrowing money for? It seems that what you owed me before has not been repaid." Mu Hanyan glanced at Yue Xiuming, really wondering where this guy had such a cheeky skin. He hadn't repaid the money before, so he ran again. Come to borrow money.

"Didn't I think it's easy for Brother Ling to win money, and I want to follow along to win a little bit, otherwise I don't have money to pay you back." Yue Xiuming said with a smiley face, and Mu Hanyan's flattering look made Mu Hanyan numb.

"How much do you want to borrow?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"A few million taels should be enough." Yue Xiuming said tentatively. I originally wanted to borrow more, but thinking about the foreign debt that I owed Mu Hanyan, I was embarrassed that the lion opened his mouth.

"Take it, remember." To his family, Mu Hanyan was never polite, and handily took five hundred taels of silver tickets to him.

"Thank you auntie, thank you auntie." Yue Xiuming happily took the bank note, his smile was so sweet that everyone was numb.

"Also, gambling is not good." Mu Hanyan reminded Yue Xiuming again.

Although he doesn’t care about these millions, Mu Hanyan doesn’t want to see him bet indiscriminately and lose these millions. Don’t look at how easy Ling Baobao’s money is. That’s because he has good eyesight. , The straw nephew in front of him does not have as good eyesight as him.

"Auntie, don't worry, I'll follow how Ling Brother bets, and nothing will happen." Yue Xiuming said with self-knowledge, nodding and bowing.

"Well, by the way, baby, help me put it on too." Mu Hanyan nodded, took out a stack of cash tickets and threw them to Baby Ling.

"Aunty, didn't you say that gambling is not good?" Yue Xiuming was stunned and asked carefully.

"Gambling is not good, but he is picking up money, not gambling." Mu Hanyan said straightly.

Yue Xiuming rolled his eyes, his eyes filled with contempt.

Huayue several people are also used to handing out the silver bill to Ling Baobao, he picks up the money, everyone can rest assured.

After receiving the silver ticket, Yue Xiuming followed Ling Baobao away happily, and the off-stage competition continued.

In the second game, Yue Fanchen and Longya, Longdan, Longxin, and a young disciple from the Royal Sword Academy played against another team composed of disciples from the Sword Academy.

Speaking of it, it was probably because of the bad luck of Mu Hanyan and others. As soon as he came up, he met Lu Junran and others from the Western Qin Dynasty. It was a strong encounter. The others, Yue Fanchen, Jing Jianjue, and Yi Xingtian took it. The opponents are teams from the Royal Jianying Academy, and their strength is relatively poor.

Without any accidents, Yue Fanchen and Longya had no surprises and no dangers, and they easily defeated their opponents in less than ten breaths.

Because it was too easy, there was no applause from the court, and it was not exciting at all. Everyone looked disappointed.

Of course Mu Hanyan would not be surprised by such a result. She couldn't understand Yue Fanchen's strength more clearly, even if he was also an elite powerhouse in the Royal Sword Academy, it was difficult for others to be his opponent.

Probably because the strength gap between the two sides in the next competition was too big, and the instructor who was in charge of the referee was too lazy to waste time. As soon as the more mortal and the dust waited to step down, he immediately announced the start of the next competition.

In this game, Yi Xingtian and others from Beiqi Xuelan Academy played against another disciple from the Royal Sword Academy.

As soon as Yi Xingtian, with a glamorous appearance and tall stature, brought two charming maids onto the stage, cheers and whistles immediately sounded from the audience.

There is a huge gap in strength, this competition is definitely nothing good, but such a beautiful woman, such a strength, itself is enough to attract everyone's attention.

Yi Xingtian's gaze slowly swept across the stage, that cold gaze, as if a sharp sword's edge passed through his heart, everyone's heart was chilled, and they couldn't even rise a little bit of thoughts. The whole martial arts field was also Quiet instantly.

"Draw the sword." Yi Xingtian turned his head and said to the Jianyin Academy disciples who came onto the stage. Those indifferent eyes seemed to be just a few ants before her.