660: The Gambling Sacred Tool

"Boy, you just came out to make a fuss?" The owner of the gambling house raised his thumb and pointed at a badge in the center of the gambling house behind him: "Open your eyes and take a look! If you don't know what this badge means, I don't mind teaching you some basic common sense! This logo is the badge of the Gan family! That's right! It's the Gan family of the Elf King Bloodline Warrior Family!"

I looked up and saw that the huge and familiar badge was indeed the property badge belonging to the Gan family! There was also a small badge on the chest of the man in front of me, which was the badge of the failed awakening of the bloodline of the Gan family Elf King, which represented that he was also an external member of the Gan family.

"I didn't expect that I ignored the Gan family to this point, and didn't even see the badge. I didn't expect..." Gan Jin sighed and shook his head and said softly: "I can still be treated like this in the Gan family... Should I say he has great pride in the family? Or is he cold-blooded? He may have been bullied by the Gan family, and his slavery is so heavy."

"Is it a family run? That's great!" Duan Feng Buer rolled up his sleeves, and the smile on his face looked like a big bad wolf. He saw the little sheep waiting to be slaughtered: "In this way, I won't be afraid that you will go bankrupt! I, bet... a holy weapon!"

Bang!

Duan Feng Buer directly grabbed a holy weapon from the fighting world, a red long whip! The powerful fighting energy poured into the holy weapon, stimulating a powerful power. He was afraid that the moment he was on the table, he directly slapped the table into powder.

A holy weapon!

Duan Fengbuer's voice was loud and abundant. Anyone walking within a radius of 100 meters could hear his roar and roar, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Holy weapon! People have heard this word too much on weekdays, but no one has ever seen what the holy weapon looks like.

The sight of him was all gathered on the long whip in Duanfeng Buer's hand.

The shopkeeper with a proud smile on his face instantly frozen all his smiles, and even the pride seemed to become harder.

He has been opening gambling for a day or two. He has seen rich and powerful gamblers coming to visit, and some even dare to bet on all their wealth just to make a try!

The shopkeeper did not take the bet of millions of gold coins once or twice. He believed that even if His Majesty the Emperor came to bet in person, he would not be surprised or stunned.

But now! The shopkeeper is really stunned. The handsome guy in front of him who looks like he has just gone out to make a fortune. That’s right! He is the handsome guy! He is not the handsome guy, how could he just smash a holy weapon to bet?

Holy artifact? What is that? It is no longer an object that gold coins can buy!

"How is it? Will you accept the bet?" Duan Feng Buer raised his chin: "It's so great to do a family? I want to scare me if I move out a broken badge? I said, are you unable to make a decision? If you can't make a decision, ask something that can make a decision comes out and talk to me!"

The shopkeeper was still stunned and did not move. This was a big deal! A holy weapon! If you can help the family win this holy weapon, even if your descendants cannot awaken their bloodline power, they should be able to do a comfortable job like buying, right?

"Or, you don't dare to take gambling at all?" Duan Feng Buer sneered: "If you can't afford to gamble, you have to make it clear! Tell everyone that you don't have the momentum of gambling at home."

"We have fought in the human-demon battlefield for countless years. In order to protect this paradise, we have paid the lives of countless warriors. We are not afraid of even dying, and are we afraid of betting on a holy weapon?"

The arrogant voice slowly rang out from the street not far away. The people who were joining in the fun subconsciously gave the sound of pride and pride, and the sound of the words above made the way.

Unparalleled!

Duan Feng Buer's eyebrows were raised to the sides, and unexpectedly, he met the young generation of the Gan family, who was known as the strongest and most potential, here.

The civilians who gave in to both sides, their eyes flashed with admiration and their voices filled with righteousness echoed in their ears.

"You are not the only ones who die on the battlefield of human demons." Duan Feng Buer glanced at Fen Tu and said: "Ordinary warriors, there are more deaths than your blood warriors! Without the supply of ordinary people, the support of ordinary warriors, and their various cooperation, do you also want to establish that supreme reputation? Fuck you are here to gild yourself, go and see those ordinary warriors who have retreated from the battlefield of human demons! Go and see if there are any fatal injuries on them..."

"You go and see how desolate the scenes of their lives are when the soldiers who retreated from the human-demon battlefield grow old!" Fentu Kuangge took Duan Feng Buer's words: "You go and see how much harm they left on the human-demon battlefield are for the elderly! You have family support, and you have ordinary people support! What about them? They also fought desperately, but they had nothing!"

"Gan Family? Blood Warriors?" Fen Tu Kuang Ge just kept sneering: "Don't make you so righteous. Look back and see the fame of each of your blood warriors laying the foundation for the bones of many ordinary warriors! Don't say that you protected this country, don't say that you guarded this paradise! We will only give more than you!"

Gan Wushuang's proud eyebrows trembled gently, feeling the hot worship in the eyes of ordinary people beside him. As the words of the Burning Tower Song weakened, weakened, weakened, and weakened again!

In just a few seconds, the worship in the eyes of ordinary people had disappeared, and the smell of the words of the Burning Tower singing in their eyes flashed.

No one wants to be looked down upon by others! We may be the most ordinary people, but we also support our own family, our lives, and even support a society that we do not know we are supporting!

A never-before-existing pride took root in the hearts of the onlookers. It slowly took root and sprouted and grew.

"A holy weapon is it?" Gan Wushuang's eyes became as sharp as a knife: "We Gan's family..."

Bang! Bang!

The singer of the Burning Tukuai flipped his wrist and a holy artifact helmet appeared on the ground, followed by another holy artifact arm guard falling out of Mu Na Zhence's fighting world.

"Not one." Duan Feng Buer stretched out three fingers: "Did you see? It's three, three! If you lose your family, you will have to pay us nine holy tools."

One pays three! This is the odds offered by Ganjia Gambling House!

Gan Wushuang's face slightly darkened, three holy weapons! Where did these people find so many holy weapons? Could it be that the Snake Emperor secretly gave them to them and deliberately sent them to ruin the face of the family? Even if they wanted to ruin the face of the family, they should consider it more? Bledas's aura along the way was like the sun, and all the blacksmiths were as fragile as waste paper in front of them.

Energetic? Gan Wushuang looked up and down with enthusiasm that had not seen him for many days, and his pupils were full of doubts. Even if he had the talent for forging at this age, his strength should have a limit, right?

Forging requires talent, but forging also requires a lot of practice! Especially with high-end materials, constantly forging and exploring!

Gan Wushuang carefully inquired about Dingjin's life experience and found that he had no time to practice forging a lot, and also found that he had not collected a large number of advanced entry through any channels for forging practice.

In this state, is the forging level really strong? No matter how strong it is, can it be better than the forging masters like Bledas who devotes his whole life to forging?

"We are taking over." Gan Wushuang was very calm: "Thank you for sending us more holy tools. In the future, we will use these three holy tools to kill more demons."

The pride that had just risen onlookers was instantly extinguished by the calm words of Gan Wushuang.

What is courage? What is the foundation of a large family? This is! Even if there are three holy tools, the gods dare to take the bet. This is no longer something that can be explained clearly with financial resources.

"Since I've answered it, that's good!" Duan Feng Buer pointed at the three holy tools on the ground: "Send someone to check it. If it's true, just give us a bet ticket. Our trip is very tight today."

There was a rare smile on the cheeks, and the pupils flashed with extreme confidence: "In this world, nothing can deceive me into Gan Wushuang's eyes! No one needs to test it. I said it was true, it was true! Issued the invoice for him!"

Gan Wushuang? The shopkeeper was obviously stunned when he heard this name. He didn't expect to meet the best warrior of the young generation of the Gan family here, and he would probably become the warrior of the future head of the Gan family!

Duan Feng Buer took the bills issued by the shopkeeper and no longer cared about the three holy artifacts on the ground. So many people saw the incident happening. Unless the warriors were completely shameless, they would never dare to cheat these three holy artifacts.

Of course! Duan Feng Buer really hopes that the Gan family will get rid of these three holy weapons. It’s really time! At least a little help to promote it, the Gan family’s face and reputation will be destroyed, and the blow to the Gan family will be extremely huge.

The power of the three holy artifacts to exchange for the Ganjia fell sharply, and Duan Fengbuer felt that this was a very worthy exchange.

"You are going to the God Craftsman Conference, right?" Gan Wushuang said, looking at Duan Feng Buer who was about to leave: "Maybe when you went there, you found that everything was over. The people sent by our Gan family have already surpassed Bledas from the front. By then, you will not even have the chance to challenge..."

Dan Jin frowned slightly. No wonder Gan Wushuang dared to agree. It turned out that his real trump card was here.

"I always have to go and see it." Duan Feng Buer patted his horse's butt: "Maybe, you guys can't even find the pants you lost. I can lend him my *** then."
Chapter completed!