Ye Tianlong sneered: "Don't say it so nice, two billion will be posted first, the last round has not been settled, the fool will bet against you again."

Qiu Feihua was very angry, and said, "Post it."

The Thirteen League quickly transferred the account to the boxing ring, and the middle-aged women breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure instantly disappeared without a trace.

The manor they were originally worried about went bankrupt. In Ye Tianlong's game, not only did they not lose their fortunes, they won back the billions they lost, and they won another billion.

The uncle Sanjia also simply issued an instruction to the middle-aged woman: "Write a check for everyone, one million per person, and all consumption today is free."

The middle-aged woman immediately responded: "Understood."

There was another cheering from the audience: "Long live the three young men, and long live the three young men."

The top three uncles smiled, waved to the audience, and then thanked Ye Tianlong.

At this time, Qiu Feihua was lighting Ye Tianlong with his pipe, with a glamorous expression on her pretty face: "The two billion bills are over, now we have another round."

"You and me are still two billion."

She shot Xiao Sha in her eyes: "If you are so powerful, take two billion away."

Ye Tianlong looked at her pitifully: "I have no money..."

Qiu Feihua almost died of anger: "Didn't you just win me 2 billion?"

Ye Tianlong said weakly: "That's the money of the third master, it has nothing to do with me."

"In the last game, the three young masters were betting against you. He made a bet. In this round, you are going to bet against me. How can I bet against you with two billion?"

Ye Tianlong also looked dissatisfied: "I have two billion, and I have a punch. I bought a house and a car long ago and hugged him."

Qiu Feihua originally thought she could endure, but when she met Ye Tianlong, she felt that she was like a powder keg, which could explode at any time.

She turned to look at her uncle Sanjia and shouted, "Sanjiao, are you not betting on this round?"

Uncle Sanjia smiled: "Of course I will be betting, but if Hall Master Qiu personally plays the game, I will replace someone else to play for the sake of victory or defeat."

Ye Tianlong nodded again and again: "Yes, let's change another person to fight with Lord Chou Tang."

Qiu Feihua yelled, "No, I will fight him."

Switching to other fighters, Qiu Feihua killed the opponent, and still couldn't detect Ye Tianlong's strength, so he couldn't determine the butcher's fight.

"He fought with the butcher and was exhausted. Hall Master Qiu forced him to fight. You are like grabbing money from the boxing field."

Mrs. Sanjia responded indifferently: "In such a battle, let alone Tianlong will not fight, even if he is willing to fight, my bet is at most one million."

"And the odds must be one to one hundred, after all, no one's money is blown."

Qiu Feihua was very angry, but he knew that there were no flaws in what Taishu Sanjia said. The decision-maker decides who the two sides will send, not the boxer.

For a long time, she clenched her fist and shouted: "One million is one million. If you win me, I will give you 100 million. If you lose, you will give me one million."

She believes that as long as she can win, there is no point in the disparity in betting odds. Qiu Feihua only wants to defeat Ye Tianlong to prove her judgment.

Uncle Sanjia smiled: "Is the odds of one to one hundred?"

Qiu Feihua yelled: "Stop talking nonsense, place a bet, make an agreement."

"Wait a minute, I don't want to fight."

At this time, Ye Tianlong came out again, spreading his hands and replied: "I'm tired, I'm going back to sleep."

Under Han Jing's gaze, he also looked at his uncle Sanjia: "I seem to have the right not to fight?"

The third wife nodded: "Of course! You are not a contractor, no one can force you to fight."

Ye Tianlong looked at Qiu Feihua and smiled: "Have you heard? I can refuse to fight you."

"I'm not that idiot. You bet and gamble, but I play with empty hands."

The corners of Qiu Feihua's mouth were moved, and his eyes became more murderous: "I will give you 10 million, stand up and fight with me."

"Whether you win or lose, I will give you ten million."

Ye Tianlong thought for a while, and raised a finger: "One hundred million."

Qiu Feihua held back his anger again: "Okay, one hundred million." She thought about killing Ye Tianlong and burned 100 million paper dollars to him.

Ye Tianlong stretched out his hand: "Give me the money first. Anyway, I will be given 100 million for winning or losing. Give me money now, I feel more at ease."

Qiu Feihua asked the 18th generation of Ye Tianlong's ancestors in her heart, and her patience has reached her limit: "Okay, I'll give you 100 million."

She tilted her head slightly and asked people to give Ye Tianlong a check. As long as Ye Tianlong was killed, one hundred million checks would be buried.

"well!"

In Han Jing's curious eyes, Ye Tianlong quickly took a 100 million check, then collected it and put it in his arms: "Thank you, Hall Master Qiu, 100 million."

Qiu Feihua took a few steps back, stood according to the rules, and then said coldly, "Now, can we go to war?"

Ye Tianlong nodded solemnly: "Yes!"

The referee immediately ran up in the sign of the top three of the uncle, put his right hand between the two, and then slammed and shouted: "Go!"

The two sides broke out in an instant, the fighting spirit was invisible, and the vast arena instantly became a wasteland of Xiao Sha.

The eyes of the two collided in the air, like sparks jumping, sharp and murderous.

"Om!"

Qiu Feihua flicked her pipe sharply, and the pipe was nailed into the rubber pillar beside Ye Tianlong, and it went three points deep, which shocked her overbearing.

Han Jing's eyelids twitched, and she whispered: "This woman is amazing."

The uncle Sanjia next to him coughed: "One of the sixteen hall masters of the 13th League, the flower of Chang'an, his skill is not much worse than that of a butcher."

Han Jing bit her lip: "Ye Tianlong will be dangerous."

Uncle Sanjia exhaled a long breath: "Don't worry, there will be nothing wrong with him. If there is something wrong with him, I will protect myself even if I desperately die."

Han Jing looked complicated and did not speak.

"call!"

At this time, Qiu Feihua bowed his body like a bow and arrow about to be shot, ready to go, attracting everyone's attention.

When Ye Tianlong saw this, he took a stance and then roared, his hands were the same as when he was against the butcher, he drew a circle on each side to meet.

The next second, he put his hands on his waist, as if he was about to give another ‘Pegasus Meteor Fist’.

Everyone condensed their eyes instantly, Qiu Feihua also narrowed his eyes, waiting for Ye Tianlong's shocking blow...

"Oh...Oh, oh, oh..."

Just when the spectators waited for Ye Tianlong to shout out loud, he trembled for a while, yelling again and again, and then staggered to the ground like drunk:

"No, I'm crazy..."

With a look of sadness and pain on his face, he pointed at Qiu Feihua and shouted: "I lost this battle..."

"Come on, carry me down, hurry, cook thirty eggs..."

The audience was confused: Your uncle, can you play like this?

Many people suddenly realized that Ye Tianlong had another loophole. Whether he wins or loses, he has 100 million...

"Son of a bitch!"

Qiu Feihua completely lost her mind, she was crazy when she met this living treasure. Today, she must kill Ye Tianlong, otherwise she can't get out of this bad breath.

"If you want to go down, just die."

Qiu Feihua uttered the almost hysterical roar that a person suppressed to the extreme, and then rushed forward with the catharsis of a domineering force.

She leaped high, and thunderously kicked Ye Tianlong's head.

The right foot fell suddenly, like lightning falling from nine days.

Full of momentum, tigers and tigers, the soles of the feet are full of strength.

If he stepped on this foot, Ye Tianlong would lose his head even if he didn't bloom.

Han Jing subconsciously shouted: "Tianlong, be careful!"

"Wow!"

The roar still echoed in the hall. When Qiu Feihua's right foot was half a meter away from Ye Tianlong, Ye Tianlong had an extra pipe in his hand.

He stretched out his hand and tapped the pipe very lightly and landed on Qiu Feihua's feet.

An extremely simple trick, but it has the magical effect of turning decay into magic.

"boom!"

Immediately, the ring made a violent tremor, and Qiu Feihua's right foot was painful and soft, and his center of gravity was unstable.

The tremor of the smashed arena reverberated endlessly. Qiu Feihua wanted to support herself, but her right foot trembled again and fell back to the ground.

Many people didn't understand what was going on, their eyes widened inexplicably, wondering why Qiu Feihua fell?

"Sit in the ring for ten minutes."

At this moment, Ye Tianlong smiled and sat up, and put the pipe back into Qiu Feihua's mouth: "If you force it again, your right leg will be useless."

Qiu Feihua was very angry, but at the same time there was a touch of shock in his eyes.

"Three young masters, in this round, I've gotten into trouble and counted as Hall Master Chou win."

Ye Tianlong climbed out of the ring, calmly landed, and shouted to his uncle Sanjia: "The boxing ring will pay her 10 million."

"Oh, I'm sick, I'm going to see a doctor..."