Chapter 252: The Upright Wang Dacai

As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators present could not help but change their expressions.

Ye Chen is Ye Tianxiao's son?

None of them really knew about this.

If you think about it carefully, this is indeed a highlight.

Ye Chen was somewhat famous in the Xiaoyue Dynasty during this period. I heard that Prime Minister Wei had specially secured a place for him to participate in the Qianlong Ranking, but I didn't know if he had the courage to come and participate.

After all, he will face the son of his enemy, Ye Feng, on the Hidden Dragon List.

Back then, my father's sword and arm were cut off by Ye Fusu.

Now, will the son be willing to avenge his father?

What's even more interesting is that Ye Fusu is the arbiter of this Qianlong List dispute and has an extraordinary status.

If Ye Chen really competes, it will definitely be interesting.

"Ye Fusu is too cruel. Ye Chen finally managed to get out of the Hundred Kingdoms and show his talent. Once he comes into Ye Fusu's sight, he will definitely not be able to escape his murderous hands!"

The old man whined, stood up unsteadily, and walked out.

At the same time, some cultivators in the restaurant followed him out expressionlessly.

"Xiaolong, go take a look."

Ye Chen looked cold.

Ye Fusu is famous, but this old man dares to speak up.

For this alone, he deserves his respect.

Wei Zelong nodded and stood up.

"Master, are you really not going to take action? These people don't have the slightest respect for you. It's really abominable. Why don't you let Xiao Yuan'er kill some people and let them remember it for a long time?"

Xiao Yuan'er put down her chopsticks with a hint of hope on her face.

"Don't be so violent."

Ye Chen glared at Xiao Yuan'er, who immediately stuck out his tongue and said, "Disciple knows."

Soon, we drank for three rounds.

A middle-aged man with a big belly chuckled and stretched out his hand to condense a curtain of light in the void.

On the light screen, various names and odds are listed.

"Come on, come on, all the odds are written on it, it's absolutely affordable, you're innocent, come and give it a try! Bet on a spiritual weapon today, and it will become a holy weapon tomorrow! How bold are people? Shida is very productive!”

The middle-aged man waved repeatedly, "We Jubaolou, a time-honored brand with a history of thousands of years, will pay you whatever you win. Don't worry about us running away. Half of the shops on this street are under my name. If I can run away, a monk can't run away from the temple!"

He also saw that the atmosphere in the audience had reached its peak, so he stood up and promoted it at the right time.

As expected, those practitioners' eyes turned red when they were so stimulated.

"Boss, these are fifty middle-grade spiritual stones. Please give me Ye Feng!"

"Ye Feng's odds are too low, and he won't win much."

"I pledge Chen Liuhe, thirty middle-grade spiritual stones."

"It's boring for you to bet on the first place. If you want to bet, just bet on the bottom one. I'll bet on Xu Jiaqi!"

For a moment, the restaurant was extremely noisy.

The middle-aged man was so happy that his eyes narrowed with laughter.

"Master, Ye Feng's odds are one to one point two. What does this mean?"

Xiao Yuan'er looked at the numbers on the light screen, feeling a little confused.

"It's very simple. It means that if you bet Ye Feng to win with a spiritual stone, then this spiritual stone will be gone."

There was a hint of teasing in Ye Chen's expression.

"Giggle."

Little Yuan'er was immediately amused, leaning forward and back.

Because Ye Chen did not lower his voice, his words were heard by some cultivators around him.

"Boy, are you so sure?"

A cultivator came over and said with a mysterious face, "Do you have any inside information? Come on, tell me about it. I'll buy you a drink."

"There's no inside story."

Ye Chen spread his hands.

"Stop pretending, I can see at a glance that my brother is not an ordinary man. If it weren't for the inside information, you wouldn't be so sure that Ye Feng can't win the first place!"

The cultivator was so shameless that he wanted to get some information out of Ye Chen.

"Xiao Er, give this brother a pot of good tea!"

The cultivator snapped his fingers. He was young and looked like a ghost. "I, Zhou Wuji, have a bit of a reputation in this imperial city. If you really have any inside information, please tell me, Zhou." Make you this friend!"

Soon, the waiter brought a pot of tea.

Zhou Wuji poured tea for Ye Chen himself, looking hopeful.

Seeing that the other party was so thick-skinned, Ye Chen couldn't refuse, "Well, since we all met by chance, I will give you a chance. Next, follow me!"

"Thank you brother!"

Zhou Wuji looked excited. He usually loved gambling, especially a grand event like the Qianlong List Competition, which he would never miss.

It's a pity that my gambling skills are so bad that I lose nine times out of ten!

After years of hard work, the spiritual stones that were simply lost were worth two holy magic weapons.

But Zhou Wuji is very confident, he believes in his own vision of people.

The young man in front of him had a calm look on his face and was full of confidence. He threatened that Ye Feng would never win the first place. He must have some inside information, so he was so sure.

As long as he follows him, he will definitely be able to turn around!

"Boss, I'll bet on a holy elixir."

Ye Chen took out a pill from the ring and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"Okay, who does the young master want to take prisoner?"

As the boss of Jubao Tower, the middle-aged man is quite discerning.

He could tell at a glance that the pill in Ye Chen's hand was called Sanyang Pill.

Sanyang Pill, a holy pill, can only be taken by people with strong physique. The so-called three yangs are heavenly yang, earthly yang, and human yang. After merging with each other, they can greatly enhance people's physique. The value is definitely not bad!

Ye Chen's eyes swept across the light curtain and finally fell on his own name.

One to ten, the odds ranked fifth.

It can be seen that this boss still has some inside information.

He knows his own strength and will not overestimate himself or underestimate himself.

"I bet, Ye Chen."

A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.

The whole audience fell into silence.

Many practitioners turned their heads and looked at Ye Chen in disbelief.

When he said that he bet on a holy pill, he actually attracted everyone's attention.

Holy pills are worth a lot!

At least, it takes 500 medium-grade spirit stones!

There are so many people in the audience, and no one has bet more than his value.

Just when everyone was looking forward to who he would bet on, he actually said Ye Chen's name.

A holy pill, bet on Ye Chen.

Is this... crazy?

Is he too rich, so he can make as much as he wants?

Looking at Ye Chen's handsome face and extraordinary temperament, some practitioners couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Could it be that some noble family kid came out to have fun?

No, how could ordinary noble family kids have such an aura.

Could it be some prince?

Or, the disciple of some super strong man?

What Ye Chen didn't know was that he had changed his identity several times in the minds of those practitioners.

"Little brother, are you sure you want to bet on Ye Chen?"

The middle-aged man looked very serious, "Every penny I, Wang Dacai, earn is worthy of my conscience, so I must tell you in advance that Ye Chen is very weak and seriously overestimated. Your holy pill will most likely go down the drain!"