The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

As soon as he finished speaking, a male voice suddenly caught their attention.

"Sorry, give in, give in!"

The two of them couldn't help but turn their heads, only to see He Qingfeng and Duan Ningning walking through the crowd and slowly approaching the gambling table in the sword training field.

The gamblers around them made way for them when they saw them. The air seemed to stagnate for a moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on these two people.

Chu Ying frowned slightly, her eyes a little impatient, and whispered, "How funny! What are these alchemists doing here at the sword cultivators' gambling table?"

He Qingfeng and Duan Ningning walked to the gambling table. He Qingfeng took out a large bag of spirit stones from his storage ring. The heavy bag made a crisp sound.

As he moved, the bag opened, and spirit stones scattered on the table, making a crisp clash sound, instantly attracting the attention of the whole audience: "Five thousand spirit stones, I bet on Lingxi Sect to win."

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding gamblers immediately erupted in excitement. Some people murmured, "Five thousand spirit stones? That's a lot of money."

"And isn't this He Qingfeng from the Xianyun Sect? I remember he performed exceptionally well in the Dan Xiu Arena competition, and he'll also be competing in the Dan Xiu Arena finals tomorrow."

"He didn't bet on his own sect to win, but instead bet on the Lingxi Sect to win?"

"Even our fellow disciples don't trust the Xianyun Sect, so why are we still standing there? Place your bets now!"

When the gamblers who were originally hesitant at the gambling table saw the 5,000 spirit stones he had deposited, the anxiety in their eyes immediately dissipated, and they immediately invested the spirit stones in their hands to the Lingxi Sect.

The atmosphere of the gambling game suddenly became more frenzied, and everyone seemed to have found their backbone and quickly made their own choices.

Those who had previously bet on the Xianyun Sect showed obvious regret on their faces, and even began to complain in low voices that they had made the wrong bet.

Seeing this, He Qingfeng said to the young man in gray, "I say, a match between the Lingxi Sect and the Xianyun Sect is almost a foregone conclusion. Does the owner really have that much money to pay? I see there are almost 100,000 spirit stones here, right?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and chuckled twice: "I'm not the boss, I'm just working for the boss. But since it's a bet, then the Xianyun Sect has a chance of winning."

"Ha!" He Qingfeng sneered, as if he didn't believe the Xianyun Sect could turn the tables. "Impossible! Don't I know how strong they are? I hope you won't refuse to pay after the game tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Mr. He, we will definitely not default on our debt."

At the corner of the stairs, Chu Ying looked at He Qingfeng's smug look angrily, and her fists immediately stiffened.

It’s ok for the First Peak and the Fifth Peak to fight each other behind closed doors on weekdays, but what’s the point of going outside and betting on the opponent to win?

She was just thinking about going downstairs to scold him, but she saw that Cen Yizi walked faster than her and ran downstairs in the blink of an eye.

She was stunned for a moment, then chased after him: "Hey! Yizhi, wait for me!"

It's really strange. Cen Yizi is a slow-tempered person. He will endure it even if he is angry. Why would he be so angry about He Qingfeng's behavior this time that he would go down to compete with others?

However, Chu Ying was wrong. Cen Yizi had no intention of arguing with He Qingfeng, but walked straight to the gambling table.

Without making any unnecessary movements, he calmly and decisively took out a large bag of spirit stones from his storage ring, raised his hand and threw it into the bag. As soon as the bag opened, six thousand spirit stones fell on the gambling table like rain, making a crisp "pop" sound.

The number of spirit stones piled up into a small mountain, enough to shock everyone's eyes.

"Six thousand spirit stones, I bet on Xianyun Sect to win."

At this moment, the crowd around the gambling table suddenly quieted down, and the atmosphere seemed to be stagnant.

Chu Ying gasped when she saw this.

No way! Six thousand spirit stones is all this guy has. Is he crazy?!

Just for the sake of First Peak's reputation, he actually gave away all his belongings! ?

"Oh, who was so impulsive that he dared to bet that Xianyun Sect would win? It turned out to be the contestant himself."

He Qingfeng's tone was frivolous and a bit disdainful. He glanced up and down Cen Yizi, as if examining someone who was overestimating his own abilities. "If I remember correctly, your last name seems to be Cen?"

Cen Yizhi swallowed and immediately said, "Cen Yizhi."

"Yes, yes, yes." He Qingfeng nodded immediately: "Cen Yizi, and I also heard that your Cen family took the woman I didn't want at the time and got engaged to the Chu family?"

Cen Yizi took a deep breath. He was not good at dealing with people, but he was really unhappy with He Qingfeng at the moment.

He looked at He Qingfeng sternly, "Yes, our two families are indeed engaged. But if Mr. He is still clear-headed, he should remember that it was Chu Ying who broke off the engagement. There is no such thing as you saying that she is a woman you don't want."

"You--" He Qingfeng obviously didn't expect Cen Yizi to refute like this. His eyes instantly became angry. Just as he was about to open his mouth to refute, he stopped abruptly. His gaze involuntarily swept across the pile of 6,000 spirit stones on the gambling table. A strange look flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up into a sneer.

"Forget it, I won't bother with you about the past."

He waved his hand gently, his attitude suddenly becoming nonchalant, but his tone held a clear hint of provocation. "Why are you doing this? The Cen family's money didn't come from the wind. You're spending money recklessly for the sake of so-called face, throwing away six thousand spirit stones without a second thought. If the Cen family's Patriarch knew about this, he'd be furious."

Cen Yizi raised his chin and said, "It's not your money I'm spending. You don't need to worry about what the Cen family wants. Besides, you threw away five thousand spirit stones, but you're not much better than me, right?"

"How can they be the same? I bet on the Lingxi Sect to win, a sure win. But you bet on your Xianyun Sect to win. Once the spirit stones are on the gambling table, they're basically lost. Thanks to your bet, the boss can finally make some money back. I'm sure they're crying tears of gratitude right now!"

He Qingfeng patted Cen Yizhi's chest with the back of his hand: "Brother Cen, take care of yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to go upstairs. However, after taking a few steps, Cen Yizi suddenly said, "You will win."

He Qingfeng's footsteps suddenly stopped. He tilted his head slightly, with a somewhat sarcastic smile on his face, and asked coldly, "What?"

I only heard Cen Yizhi repeat solemnly: "Tomorrow's game, we will win the First Summit."

Cen Yizi's voice was obviously deliberately raised a few degrees, and the surrounding noise seemed to disappear at this moment.

He Qingfeng raised a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his lips and said coldly: "You are just dreaming."

Then he went upstairs without looking back.