Chapter 68 68 A Gamble that Is Sure to Lose?

"Let's bet on who can win between Mu Hanyan and Mu Feng, and we will lose 100 each," Mu Nan said.

"Oh, I bet Mu Hanyan to win." Mu Cheng said subconsciously without thinking about it.

"Ah?" There were exclamations all around, almost suspecting that something was wrong with his ears.

"You're right, do you really bet on Mu Hanyan to win?" This time, it was Mu Nan's turn to look at Mu Cheng with the eyes of an idiot.

"Yeah." Mu Cheng nodded. In fact, when he finished saying that, even he felt strange. It seemed that he said it instinctively.

"Then how much do you bet?" Nanan asked.

"Ten taels of silver," Mu Cheng said. To him, ten taels of silver was nothing, so it was just for fun, and he didn't bother to change his tune.

"Okay, okay, 10 taels are only 10 taels." Mu Nan originally wanted to join in the fun, but unfortunately no one paid him any attention. Only Mu Cheng, who had been stupid for a long time, took the initiative to give him 10 taels of silver, and he was very happy. Scratching ears.

At this time, Mu Nan had never thought about losing. When he thought about it, it was already too late.

"Idiot, you know that you will lose without a doubt, why don't you gamble, isn't ten taels of silver money? You can't waste it like this." Someone next to him said disapprovingly.

"It's weird, didn't Mu Cheng look at Mu Hanyan the most in the past? Why did he suddenly change his personality since he was a kid?" Another person looked at Mu Cheng suspiciously. To actually support Mu Hanyan, shouldn't he buy Mu Feng who has a better relationship with him to win? What kind of wind did Mu Cheng smoke today?

Mu Cheng pretended not to have seen or heard this, and looked up at the two on the field.

At this time, both Mu Hanyan and Mu Feng had already walked to the middle of the martial arts arena, and they were facing each other.

"Go ahead, I'll give you three moves." Mu Feng said arrogantly, pressing the hilt of his sword.

"Wait." Mu Hanyan said suddenly.

"Why, I figured it out and want to ask for mercy?" Mu Feng said contemptuously.

"No, you misunderstood." Mu Hanyan shook her head, turned and ran in front of Mu Nan, took out a silver note and stuffed it into his hand, "One hundred for one, right, I'll pay one hundred taels, Bet on myself to win."

After saying these words, before Mu Nan could react, he trotted a few steps back to Mu Feng.

Mu Nan smirked while holding the bank note. It turned out that it wasn't just Mu Chengqian who was stupid, there was another one who was even more stupid, so stupid that he didn't even know himself. Even if you want to get angry, you don't need to gamble with money. One hundred taels of silver is enough for him to spend a long time on food and drink.

Mu Feng's face turned a little dark. He thought Mu Hanyan would beg for mercy, but he didn't know that others were betting on him.

"Okay, you can do it now, I'll let you do three moves, so that you won't say I bullied you for a while." Mu Hanyan twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a chuckle, returning the words to Mu Feng.

"Humph!" Mu Feng was full of anger, and was too lazy to talk nonsense any more, he drew out his long sword and slashed towards Mu Hanyan.

The long sword was like a rainbow, roaring into the sky, and a dazzling silver light suddenly lit up above the sharp sword body, so bright that people could hardly open their eyes.

Condensing the sword with force, this is the symbol of the fifth-order swordsman - the realm of condensing force.

The fifth-order swordsman can be said to be a watershed for swordsmen. From the first rank to the fourth rank, the swordsman is only a simple increase in strength, and to put it bluntly, it is just a lot of strength, and at the fifth rank, mastering the technique of cohesion is a qualitative change.

By condensing the sword with force, any long sword will be transformed into a weapon of magic.