"Shameless!"
"Hu Yong, don't push your luck!"
The relatively calm nobleman saw Tang Yong's refusal and immediately took it as a guilty conscience. He gritted his teeth and stared coldly at Tang Yong. "We will add another hundred thousand taels of silver. If we win, each of us will give you a slap!"
Tang Yong cast a sidelong glance at this person. This person had a pair of three white eyes, with more white than black. When he stared at you, he gave off an eerie feeling.
Looking through the mailbox, Tang Yong found out that this person was called Wang Miao. It seemed that his cultivation was around the fifth level of Martial Warrior, just like him. As for his other identity and background, he didn't know for sure. Tang Yong planned to go back and ask about this person's background. This person gave him a different feeling from the others. It was an indescribable feeling.
"Alright, since you guys insist on betting with me, then I will reluctantly agree. But let's make it clear first. If I win, each of you will give me a hundred thousand taels of silver and I will give each of you a slap!"
"Alright, we agree!" Sun Sipeng nodded his head as he spat out blood from his mouth.
After the bet was made, Wang Miao seemed to be afraid that Tang Yong would go back on his word. He even found a pen and paper and wrote two contracts. After both parties signed, he immediately put away the contracts with satisfaction.
Wang Miao stared coldly at Tang Yong and said, "The day the list is announced will be the day you die. That trash Deng Tong can't kill you, but I can!"
Tang Yong curled his lips and replied, "In my opinion, both of you are trash."
"Ding! From Wang Miao's distress + 444 …"
The conflict between Tang Yong and the three noblemen attracted a lot of attention. The fat boss, who was kind to Tang Yong before, looked at Tang Yong worriedly and asked, "Have you hunted a lot of monsters?
Are you sure you can beat them? "
Tang Yong replied indifferently, "Not much. I'm not confident."
The fat boss was quite warm-hearted. When he heard what Tang Yong said, he suddenly became a little anxious. "Why are you betting with them if you're not sure? I think they just want to take the opportunity to beat you to death. You have to be careful."
Feeling the kindness of strangers, Tang Yong's cold heart warmed a little. He smiled at the fat boss and said, "Don't worry, they can't kill me."
Something didn't seem right.
"What I'm trying to say is that I've never taken those pieces of trash seriously."
The fat boss comforted him out of goodwill, but it seemed that he was a little too arrogant.
"Actually, what I want to say is, don't look at me like this. I'm actually very strong!
He's really powerful! "
The more Tang Yong explained, the darker the fat boss's face became. He was just comforting this little brother out of kindness. Why did this little brother suddenly become so pretentious? It caught him off guard.
"From Shen Wanba's distress + 1 + 1 + 1 …"
Seeing the negative emotions in the mailbox, Tang Yong fully understood what it meant to say more made more mistakes. He was really not suitable to be a chatterbox. He should talk less in the future.
He looked at the fat boss and said calmly, "Thank you for your concern. I'm fine!" After that, he turned and went into the crowd.
Only Shen Wanba was left in the crowd with a dumbfounded expression. His little brother's personality changed a little too quickly. Just now he was explaining clumsily, but in the blink of an eye, he became a cold-blooded killer.
Little brother, what's wrong? You have two faces.
"From Shen Wanba's distress + 2 + 2 + 2 …"
However, not far from where Tang Yong had been standing, Fu Lingtian stared at Tang Yong's back with resentment and said to himself, "Bastard, I'll let you be arrogant for once. When you get home, you'll see how Master Hou and First Madam will kill you!
Tang Tian, that trash, is much better dead than alive. "
As Fu Lingtian spoke, he took out a broken jade talisman from his bosom.
With the jade talisman as evidence, this bastard wouldn't be able to explain himself even if he had a hundred mouths!
Fu Lingtian smiled viciously and put away the jade talisman before flying in the direction of Shenwu Hou Mansion.
Jade Prince Mansion, the residence of the Third Prince.
In the back garden, there were many fake mountains. Looking down, there were all kinds of rare flowers and spirit herbs in full bloom.
Looking into the distance, he saw that in the fish pond not far away, there were all kinds of spirit fishes and koi carps. They swam happily, splashing water as they breathed in the air. There was a rich fragrance of spiritual energy in the surroundings. Suddenly, a strange wine fragrance drifted over. It followed the fragrance and stopped at the pavilion in the center of the garden. He found that a banquet had already been set up, and guests dressed in luxurious clothes were all seated.
Wearing an emerald green gauze, a delicate and pretty girl in a palace dress was pouring tea and wine with a smile on her face. Every guest had two such girls beside them, one serving food and the other serving wine.
"Come, I propose a toast. Let's congratulate the Third Prince on his safe return!"
The Third Prince, Liu Yong, who sat at the head of the table, had already changed into a snow-white brocade robe. On the outside, he wore a white fox collar fur coat. He smiled warmly as he sat in his seat. He raised his wine cup and drank with everyone.
Liu Yong said, "I was trapped in the forest for many days. I wonder how the Demon Hunt went?
Are there any popular candidates?
Tell me about them … "
At the end of the Demon Hunt every year, the capital's gambling houses would open bets on who the top three would be.
This was a pleasure for the people at the bottom of society. Like the Third Prince, the princes and grandsons of the Emperor would also pay attention to these three candidates. After all, these three people represented the pinnacle of martial arts among the younger generation and were also good candidates to be roped in.
"Third Brother, you still don't know, right? This time, Han Xuefei used a rune trap to kill a rank five demonic beast and even found a spirit fruit in the forest. After consuming it, she immediately broke through the peak of Martial Warrior and became the youngest Martial Master in the Han and Tang Empires!"
The one who spoke was a young man with pimples all over his face. He looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old and had a youthful face. However, when he talked about Han Xuefei, his eyes were filled with fascination.
"Oh, is what Thirteenth Brother said true?
If that's the case, Miss Han is really the youngest genius Martial Master in the history of our Han Tang. "Liu Yong was shocked when he heard that. A sixteen-year-old Martial Master was already recorded in the annals of history.
The Ten Nations Tournament was just around the corner. Having such a genius to intimidate the other party was a great thing for the Han Tang.
"Third Brother, why would I lie to you?
There are so many people here. If you don't believe me, you can just ask around, "the Third Prince said.
"I believe you. How can I not believe you?" Liu Yong looked at the angry Thirteenth Prince and smiled helplessly.
Liu Yong asked, "Is there anything else interesting?"
A long-bearded official sitting in the corner cupped his hands and smiled at Liu Yong. "There's another interesting thing to talk about. Deng Tong, the legitimate son of the Deng Family, has made great progress recently. I heard from the secretaries below that he also hunted a rank five demonic beast. Speaking of which, it's still uncertain who will win between him and Han Xuefei this time."
When Liu Yong heard this, his smile faded and he asked indifferently, "What demonic beast is it?"