Chapter 512
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Cao Jue was very satisfied with Jin Duoduo's timely appearance, especially the excuse of gambling addiction. He immediately sent a message to Jin Duoduo, "Er Que, use your Mountain Martial Spirit Visualization Diagram to bet against his Thousand Mist Pearl."
Jin Duoduo immediately became spirited. The Mountain Martial Spirit should be able to charm one or two girls.
"Martial Uncle Mu, disciple will use the Mountain Martial Spirit Visualization Diagram to bet against your Thousand Mist Pearl!"
Unfortunately, everyone's focus was not on the Mountain Martial Spirit Visualization Diagram or the treasure, but on Mu Hongyi's face. Everyone was waiting to see how Mu Hongyi would react to Jin Duoduo's provocation.
"Damn it, I'm already like this, why don't you guys give me some attention and applause!"
Jin Duoduo was about to spit out blood.
Mu Hongyi was also about to spit out blood. Seeing that Chu Yang was about to die, someone dared to use the Mountain Martial Spirit Visualization Diagram, such a precious item, to bet against him?!
Was he crazy or stupid?!
What did Cao Rong mean?!
Even so, they still believed that Chu Yang would not lose?!
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Mu Hongyi's mind. Xiao Mohu's identity as the successor of the Golden Elder made him agree with a gloomy face, "Okay, I'll bet with you!"
The successor of the Golden Elder, no matter how bad he was, couldn't be much worse than the successor of the Grand Elder.
"Thank you, Martial Uncle Mu!"
As soon as Jin Duoduo finished speaking, his eyes swept across the crowd. He really wanted to stomp his feet. He had specially thanked Mu Hongyi. Only Mu Hongyi could accept such a 'divine stroke' of sarcasm. Everyone else was shocked and discussing Mu Hongyi's decision, as well as Chu Yang's life or death.
Other than that, no one knew about his "great achievement", so it didn't attract any attention.
Even his boss was the same, as if he didn't hear him at all. His sharp eyes fell on the Golden Light Shield.
Sui Yunfu, Long Feice, and Du Guangbo were the same. They were extremely worried and their eyes were fixed on the Golden Light Shield without blinking.
"Heavens, why are you doing this to me? I just want to attract attention. Why is it so hard to find a wife?"
Jin Duoduo was wailing in his heart.
"Uncle Goat, what are you worried about?"
Suddenly, a voice came out, causing everyone to be stunned. It seemed to be Chu Yang's voice, but it did not come from the Golden Light Barrier at all.
Before anyone could react, the voice rang out again and again.
"Uncle Shabby, your aura weakened as soon as Martial Uncle Mu spoke. Aren't you a little too unconfident?"
"Uncle Bobo, can you not open your eyes so wide? Be careful not to tear your eyelids."
With such words and such a tone, who else could it be but Chu Yang?
Shua!
Everyone looked towards the source of the voice. Suddenly, the crowd retreated like a wave. A slender figure appeared in front of everyone. The corners of his mouth curled up into a playful smile. He rubbed his nose and had a carefree expression on his face. He had a sloppy look on his face.
If it wasn't Chu Yang, who else could it be?
His sloppy manner was something that most people would not be able to learn in a hundred and eight thousand years — it was too ironic.
"Chu Yang, how did he appear there? Wasn't he trapped in the Golden Light Shield?"
"When did he escape? How could he be so secretive? Trash like us didn't notice, but could it be that the Martial Uncles and Martial Uncles didn't notice?"
"That's right. Could it be that Chu Yang can teleport?"
"If we're talking about formations, there are no formations here. How could he teleport?"
In the end, it was a more reasonable guess, but that was it. In an instant, the thread was cut off.
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