"Senior, don't think about it. I promised you that. I still have this courage." Zhang Zhexue said firmly.

The Holy Emperor clapped his hands and smiled, "Okay, I really have the courage. I just like young people like you."

Zhang Zhexue smiled and said, "Senior, I don't understand. Is luck really so important in the passage of the heavenly tribulation?"

The Holy Emperor smiled and said, "Of course it is important, otherwise why can some people practice, some people not, some people practice smoothly, and some people have many difficulties. These are all due to luck. People with great luck practice are opportunities everywhere. For example, you have such cultivation at a young age. If there is no chance after another, do you think you can do it? For example, if I had not been born in this imperial family, how could I have such resources to push my cultivation to this point?"

Zhang Zhexue sighed and said, "When I think about it this way, it turns out that luck is really the most critical part of practice, as the predecessor said. But the predecessors can use the luck of others, which is also a great ability to seize the fortune of heaven and earth."

The Holy Emperor smiled and said, "This is the opportunity given to us by heaven and earth. If it weren't for this, this method of using luck would not have appeared."

At this time, Zhang Zhexue took out the gift he was preparing to give to the Holy Emperor, put his hands on the short table in front of the Holy Emperor, and said, "Although the gift given to the senior by me is not worth much, it is a little bit of my wish for me to pay homage to me."

The Holy Emperor smiled and said, "I am rich in the world, so why do you still need your gift? Take yours back, and I will receive your wishes."

Zhang Zhexue smiled and said, "Senior, this is different. In the hometown of the younger generation, this etiquette is always the same. As a younger generation, there is no reason to come empty-handed. The key is that the senior generation uses the identity of the head of the Cha family to meet the younger generation, so this etiquette is indispensable. If you call the younger generation as the Holy Emperor, then the younger generation will not have to buy any gifts."

The Holy Emperor smiled and said, "There is this good thing about your hometown? Haha, since that's the case, I'll accept it. Don't go anywhere during this period, just live in Yuner's house. Try not to leave the Dongdu City, because I may find you at any time."

Zhang Zhexue clasped his fists and said, "I will follow the instructions of my seniors."

After chatting with the Holy Emperor for a while, Zhang Zhexue said goodbye and went back to Tianqi Mansion.

After returning, he told Cha Guangyun what the Holy Emperor had told him. Cha Guangyun did not expect that the Holy Emperor would have such an arrangement, but Zhang Zhexue was very happy that he could agree boldly. After all, this was related to his father's life and death. If his father could increase his chance of survival, if his son could, he would be willing to resist this for his father.

Because it was related to the life and death of the Holy Emperor, Cha Guangyun advised Zhang Zhexue not to go to any bet tomorrow, but how could Zhang Zhexue do it? This is a big thing related to his next plan. Can Yuanji Sect extend its power into the Dongdu City? This bet is extremely important because he needs to set up the eighth prince, the eighth prince, to stand up for him. He will use the eighth prince, to make trouble in the future. He wants to make good use of the Holy Emperor when he has something to ask for him, and he may have a lot of gains. This is also due to luck, isn't it?

Back from the Eighth Prince, Zhang Zhexue discussed with Mo Yanxiao for more than half an hour, and communicated with Mo Yanxiao with the trick he learned in Junjiabao. He planned to compete with the Chief Chen first, and then win in a more difficult way, tempting others to bet more bets, so that he could win.

Mo Yanxiao knew Zhang Zhexue's combat power very well. Not to mention a high-level foundation building cultivator, even an ordinary early-level Jindan cultivator, this kid has the power to fight. Tomorrow is actually a game of cat playing with mice. He can also take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune. In the future, he has survived the heavenly tribulation and accepted his disciples, there are still many places to spend on crystal stones. How can he not save some of his family's assets?

On the afternoon of the next day, Zhang Zhexue arrived at the agreed martial arts venue first. Although it was only a little longer day and a night, the story of the shopkeeper Feng and the head of the Jubao Building and the three members of the Juxianmen Linghu Chong made a life-and-death bet by the three people, because Zhang Zhexue's words were circulated that day, that was, they could take the opportunity to take a good gamble. Therefore, there were thousands of people watching the excitement and participating in gambling.

Many monks in Dongdu City are very bored, because except for the martial arts competition, there are no other places in Dongdu City. These monks even have fewer opportunities to fight. Therefore, they usually do not have much chance of seeing bloody battles except for practicing. How could they not come when they hear the news?

The one who accompanied Zhang Zhexue first was Guan Gaosheng. Guan Gaosheng was a little confused about why Zhang Zhexue made this bet, but he was not worried about Zhang Zhexue, because the other party was just a high-level foundation building and a first-level foundation building. He knew that the combat power of these monks in the Dongdu City was simply no way to compare with Zhang Zhexue. How could a person who could safely escort the Eighth Prince back to Dongdu during layers of siege and killing?

The two of them sat in the private room of the competition venue, waiting for Mo Yanxiao to come and opened the gambling plate first. Zhang Zhexue and Cha Guangyun also made an appointment, and they must wait until they and the two foundation-building monks are out before appearing, so as not to scare them away.

This bet was not stressful for Zhang Zhexue, so he was extremely relaxed. He took out the tea table and tea set in the private room and started drinking tea with Guan Gaosheng.

"Senior, you can also bet some later. Take advantage of this opportunity to earn some points." Zhang Zhexue said as he rose to Guan Gao to a cup of tea.

Guan Gaosheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, how can I miss such a good thing? I don't usually carry any crystals on my body. Today, after I heard about this, I borrowed 50 million crystals from the Eighth Prince to make a fortune."

The two were chatting and laughing, and saw people coming from the box opposite the competition venue. When they looked, it was the people from Jubao Tower who came, and there were quite a few people, and there were more than a hundred people. It must have been the relatives and friends of Manager Feng and Director Chen, who came to help support the show. Not only did there be many people, but they also brought a huge banner, which hung up after entering the venue, which read: I wish Manager Feng and Director Chen of Jubao Tower a victory!

Zhang Zhexue pointed at those people and smiled, "Senior Guan, look, this momentum is quite big."

Guan Gaosheng smiled and said, "Look there any more, do you see? There are already ten people at the opening, and the odds are the same. You can sit down first, I will ask someone to help me bet, and I will bet some for each company." Then he stood up and went out and called his subordinates to come in.

Half an hour later, a voice sounded in the competition venue: "The fellow Taoists who came to the competition today can enter the venue now." Everyone knows that this voice is the voice of the referee in the competition venue. This is a service specially provided by the competition venue for the competition venue, because in this competition venue, there is also a need for Hua Jingshi. These referees are extremely fair because this is the professional quality they must have, otherwise no one will come here to compete.

Zhang Zhexue said a few words to Guan Gaosheng, then walked out of the box, flew over the platform and fell into the competition venue. At this time, Chief Chen also came out of the box and fell more than a hundred feet away from Zhang Zhexue.

The voice of the referee in the competition court sounded again: "Today's competition is determined by life and death. Unless someone dies, the competition cannot be terminated. Unless you admit defeat now, there is still a chance to survive. Are there any two people off the court who have admitted defeat?"

Zhang Zhexue and the Chief Chen shook their heads together, and the voice continued, "Since no one admits defeat, the competition begins." As soon as he finished speaking, a barrier rose around the competition venue, covering the entire competition venue.

Zhang Zhexue turned to look at his stands. Cha Guangyun appeared in time. He sat on the platform outside the box, followed a group of people around him, and also pulled out a banner with the words: All colleagues from Tianqi Mansion wished Zhang Zhexue a victory.

As soon as this banner was hung out, the entire competition venue was sensational. What is this situation? What about Linghu Chong from the Juxian Sect who was agreed to be? Why did he become Zhang Zhexue of the Tianqi Mansion? This is Tianqi Mansion. Are the people in Jubao Building all become fools after eating? Do you dare to make a bet with the people in Tianqi Mansion? Do you still want to open this Jubao Building? This Tianqi Mansion has played such a trick, isn’t it too bullying?

Manager Feng not only saw the banner, but also saw the Eighth Prince Cha Guangyun. He personally received the Eighth Prince, so he knew that the person on the opposite side was definitely not similar. When he saw the people on the opposite side, Manager Feng was determined to die. How could he play this? Winning is a dead end, and not winning is a dead end. This is really a dead end, but it is a dead end.

"Are you from the Tianqi Mansion? Not Linghu Chong from the Juxian Sect?" Master Chen also saw the banner, his face turned pale, and cursed in his heart: How can he compare to this? Even if I win, it will be not far from death. Unless I win, I will leave Dongdu City. This kid is obviously cheating people.

Zhang Zhexue shook his head and smiled and said, "I am indeed not Linghu Chong from Juxian Sect, but I am not from Tianqi Mansion. It's just that I have a good relationship with the people from Tianqi Mansion, so the Eighth Prince is here to praise me. Master Chen, please stop talking nonsense. It's too late to admit defeat now. You either go out alive or die."

Master Chen now has no way out, and he really has only two choices: one death and one life. He was so furious that he was furious that he was completely let go and fought to the death. At this time, his face had changed from white to red. He reached out to slap the storage bag without saying a word, and two flying swords and a set of shields were sacrificed. Without waiting for Zhang Zhexue to sacrifice magic weapons, he smiled and pointed the sword technique, and two flying swords shot straight towards Zhang Zhexue.
Chapter completed!