"Are these people betting on winning or losing?"
Seeing an iron disc standing under everyone's feet, with the names of Lu Xiaoxiang and Nangong Yan written on the left and right sides of the disc, Lu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and understood instantly.
After all, he lost his mother when he was eight years old, and he has been crawling around at the bottom of the world since he was a child. He has been exposed to people from all walks of life, and Lu Feng is naturally adept at various gambling methods.
It's just that the gambling game played by this group of students is not complicated at the moment. It is just the simplest guess of the outcome. As for the bet, it is the contribution value circulated within Luo Xing Academy, and there is no upper limit.
"Brother Lu, I would like to ask you whether you want to place the bet yourself or add an extra bet?"
Seeing Lu Feng approaching, one of the bald men immediately opened his mouth to test, and it seemed that he was the banker who organized the gambling game.
"What are the odds here? Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm right and you can't afford it..."
Faced with the bald man's temptation, Lu Feng didn't waste any words and obviously wanted to get involved.
Not to mention that he has no shortage of contribution points in his hand, right now these students are still playing the simplest game of guessing the outcome. No matter how unlucky they are, the accuracy is 50/50. As long as the odds between the two sides are not too high, they can make money in the end.
Hence, Lu Feng didn’t mind placing a bet.
“Brother Lu, you can rest assured that although I am far less powerful than you, I still have basic credibility. As long as you bet correctly, no matter how much contribution you win in the end, I will definitely give you all of it, no matter how much!”
"As for the odds of both parties, it depends on their strength. If Senior Sister Nangong Yan wins, the normal odds will be doubled, and conversely, if Junior Sister Lu Xiaoxiang wins, the odds will be three times!"
The bald man grinned, and then said with a face full of confidence. Obviously, he usually plays a lot of tricks and is rich.
"Very good, I'll bet Lu Xiaoxiang, 10,000 contribution points!"
After saying this, Lu Feng did not hesitate at all. He took out his Cang Mang Order from his arms, and then threw it into the iron disc at the feet of the opposite party.
「What?!」
"This... Brother Lu actually bet 10,000 contribution points, and he still bet on Junior Sister Lu Xiaoxiang to win?"
"Is this the legendary bet in reverse, that the villa is next to the sea?"
"That being said, this is inevitable. It's too greedy. If you lose the bet, won't you lose everything? "
Seeing that Lu Feng bet Lu Xiaoxiang's 10,000 contribution points without hesitation, and the opponent won, there was a commotion and exclamation from the crowd around him. For a moment, everyone looked at the former in surprise.
Although Lu Xiaoxiang's odds are three times, the opponent's strength is after all far inferior to Nangong Yan, who is ranked tenth in the West Academy.
Hence, even if Lu Xiaoxiang’s odds were very high, everyone present did not dare to bet on the opponent. Instead, they chose to be conservative and bet on Nangong Yan’s victory.
"Brother Lu, I'm betting on you here. Do you really want to bet on Junior Sister Lu Xiaoxiang to win?"
The bald man looked at Lu Feng with the same disbelief, and the bald man asked again.
After all, Lu Xiaoxiang's probability of winning is almost less than 30%, and Lu Feng's current bet is almost the same as giving away money.
"Of course."
Grinning again, Lu Feng said nothing. The next moment he looked at Lu Xiaoxiang who was on the ring not far away. He was obviously very confident in his bet.
Seeing that Lu Feng was so confident, the bald man did not dare to ask any more questions and immediately chose to close the deal.
As for the surrounding students who were placing bets, they also bought and left. Most of them were betting on Nangong Yan to win. Only a few students were betting on Lu Xiaoxiang to win like Lu Feng. The bets were very low, with the highest contribution value being only a few hundred points.
....
At the same time, there is a martial arts arena, somewhere in a ring
匌!
Just heard a sword roar, and the next moment, I saw the sword energy roaring in the sky, like wind and residual clouds, immediately shrouded Lu Xiaoxiang on the opposite side of the ring, and couldn't help but roll up a dust mist, and the dust was raised everywhere.
「Hundred-style Mechanical Umbrella!」
The sword energy in the sky suddenly struck, and Lu Xiaoxiang also had a pretty face. He immediately released the energy in his body without reservation. At the same time, he raised his hand and lightly wiped the ring on his fingertips, and instantly pulled out a black and white mechanical umbrella with a body like a pillar.
锵锵锵...!
In the blink of an eye, a large amount of sword energy poured on the surface of the mechanism umbrella like a heavy rain, causing a harsh collision of gold and iron, but it did not penetrate the defense of the Baishi mechanism umbrella.
As for Lu Xiaoxiang, he was hiding behind the Baishi umbrella and did not suffer any harm.
"This is...the eighth-grade spiritual treasure?"
Seeing Lu Xiaoxiang using a strange mechanism umbrella to block all his sword attacks, Nangong Yan also raised her eyebrows slightly with a hint of surprise, "Haha, she is indeed the eldest lady from the seventh-rank Lu family of South Vietnam. She has quite a few life-saving means... .."
As a mere newcomer to the North Campus, it is impossible for the other party to possess such a treasure. The only possibility is that the hundred-style mechanism umbrella in Lu Xiaoxiang's hand, which is comparable to the eighth-grade spiritual treasure, was a gift from the former head of the Lu family.
"What a risk, I almost died...!"
Similarly exhaling a breath of turbid air, Lu Xiaoxiang called again with his right hand, and immediately put the hundred-style trap umbrella back into his palm, his pretty face was full of solemnity at this moment.
Just as Nangong Yan expected, this hundred-style mechanical umbrella was a treasure she brought from the Lu family in the past. It not only has various changes and can integrate offense and defense, but its power is also comparable to the eighth-grade spiritual treasure, and is no ordinary thing.
It's just that Lu Xiaoxiang's Yuanli cultivation is still weak after all. Even if he holds an eighth-grade spiritual treasure, it is still very difficult to defeat Nangong Yan in front of him, not to mention that the latter has not used all his strength!
「Come again!」
Without giving Lu Xiaoxiang a chance to breathe, Nangong Yan jumped up and attacked again. At the same time, the Qingfeng sword in his hand suddenly slashed out, and a large amount of Yuan force swept away, and then turned into a sword energy that filled the sky, and immediately attacked the former!
The current battle is the key to his promotion, so Nangong Yan does not hold back at all, every move is a killing move!
「Not good!」
Seeing Nangong Yan attack with his sword again, Lu Xiaoxiang's pretty face changed slightly, and he released a ray of Yuan Power again. At the same time, he controlled a hundred-style mechanical umbrella to stand in front of him, as if he planned to use the eighth-grade spiritual treasure to block the opponent's full sword.
「陆师妹，太晚了...！」
然而，面对陆潇湘的全力防御，南宫燕的脸庞却是掠过一抹不易察觉的狡黠，当下剑招再度变幻，同时手中青锋宝剑在半空一个拐弯，以一种极为刁钻的角度猛然刺向前者后背。
Miso! Poof...!
Facing Nangong Yan's sudden change of moves at close range, Lu Xiaoxiang had no chance to dodge. He could only watch as the Qingfeng sword penetrated his left shoulder in one fell swoop, causing a trace of blood to splash down and dye the earth red!
The left shoulder was injured and the sword energy entered his body. Lu Xiaoxiang's pretty face turned pale, and she couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, the breath of her whole body also dropped rapidly, and she was instantly weak.
"Junior sister Lu, the strength gap between you and me is too big. If you don't want to be injured in vain, it's better to admit defeat as soon as possible."
A sword hit Lu Xiaoxiang severely. Nangong Yan did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him, but stood with his sword. At this moment, he looked at the former with a calm face, as if he had already secured victory in this battle and could not lose a little.
"Admit defeat? No, I will not admit defeat...!"
"I must win this battle!"
However, in the face of Nangong Yan's kind words to persuade him to surrender, Lu Xiaoxiang bit his red lips tightly and slowly raised his head to look at the opponent again. At this moment, his eyes were full of stubbornness, and he obviously did not intend to give up and admit defeat.