Eldest Miss Divine Calculation

"Let's bet whether Mu Hanyan or Mu Feng can win, and lose one hundred." Mu Nan said.

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

"Huh?" There was a sound of exclamation all around, almost suspecting that there was a problem with his ears.

"Are you right, really betting that Mu Hanyan will win?" This time, it was Mu Nan's turn to look at Mu Cheng like an idiot.

"Yeah." Mu Cheng nodded. In fact, when he finished saying that sentence, even he himself felt strange, and he seemed to say it instinctively.

"Then how much do you bet?" Na Nan asked.

"Twelve taels of silver," Mu Cheng said. Twelve taels of silver is not a big deal to him, just treat it for fun and don't bother to change his words.

"Okay, okay, ten taels are ten taels." Mu Nan wanted to join in the fun, but unfortunately, no one paid any attention to him. Only one Mu Cheng, who had been silly for a long time, offered him twelve taels of silver. He was so happy. Scratching your ears.

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

"Idiot, there is no doubt that I would be gambled when I know I will lose. Isn't ten taels of silver money? It can't be such a waste." Someone beside him said disapprovingly.

"It's strange, isn't Mu Cheng the most unpleasant to see Mu Hanyan before, how did he suddenly change his **** from childhood to adulthood?" Another person looked at Mu Cheng suspiciously. To actually support Mu Hanyan, shouldn't it be right to buy Mu Feng who has a better relationship with him? What kind of wind did Mu Cheng smoke today?

Mu Cheng pretended not to see or hear this, and looked up at the two people on the court.

At this time, Mu Hanyan and Mu Feng had both reached the middle of the martial arts field, and they stood opposite each other.

"Let's do it, I will let you three moves." Mu Feng pressed the hilt of the sword in his hand and said arrogantly.

"Wait." Mu Hanyan said suddenly.

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

"No, you misunderstood." Mu Hanyan shook his head, turned around and ran to Mu Nan, took out a silver ticket and stuffed it into his hand, "I will pay one hundred for one hundred taels. Bet me to win."

After saying this, before Mu Nan could react, he trot a few steps back to Mu Feng's front.

Mu Nan smirked holding the silver ticket. It turned out that it was not just Mu Chengqian who was stupid, but there was also a stupid one here, so stupid that he didn't even know himself. Even if you want to be angry, you don't have to take money to gamble, a hundred taels of silver is enough for him to eat, drink and spend a long time.

Mu Feng's face was a little dark, and he thought that Mu Hanyan would beg for mercy, but he didn't know that others had bet on himself. I really didn't know where this waste came from.

"Okay, you can do it now. I'll let you do three tricks, lest you say I bully you for a while." Mu Han tickled the corner of his cigarette mouth and said with a chuckle, returning the words to Mu Feng.

"Huh!" Mu Feng got angry and didn't bother to talk nonsense anymore, drew out the long sword and cut it at Mu Hanyan.

The long sword was like a rainbow, and the roar rushed into the sky, and a dazzling silver light suddenly appeared on the sharp sword body, so 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.

Tier 5 swordsmen can be said to be a watershed for swordsmen. From Tier 1 to Tier 4, the swordsman is only a simple increase in strength, to put it bluntly, it is more powerful, but at the fifth level, mastering the art of coagulation, it is a qualitative change.

Consolidating the sword with strength, any long sword will transform itself into a magic weapon, cutting iron like mud and unstoppable, and the power of the sword will be doubled.