Chapter 1128 1129 The Gambling that Knows only to Win and Not Lose Is Called Picking up Money

Seeing that Mu Hanyan brought Ling Baobao and Tan Yu to the scene, everyone consciously gave way to a passage, but it was a bit like the stars holding the moon.

"You really dare to come?" Seeing Mu Hanyan's delay in arriving earlier, even Nie Fangsheng thought he was afraid to come because he was afraid of humiliation, but he didn't expect that he really came, and his expression was so relaxed, he was so relaxed about the surroundings. Everyone's discussion seemed unheard of.

"Why don't you dare, I'm still thinking about the ancestral sword-making technique of Lord Nie." Mu Hanyan said with a free and easy smile.

"What a big breath!" Nie Fangsheng glanced at Mu Hanyan contemptuously: laugh, let you laugh, there will be times when you cry.

Nie Fangsheng made up his mind to wait for Mu Hanyan to fail, humiliate him severely, and then drive him out of the Sword Casting Hall, not even giving Gong Hongru face.

Anyway, he didn't know the importance of humiliating himself, and Gong Hongru couldn't blame him.

"Should we start now?" Mu Hanyan said straight to the point, not interested in using his words.

"Let's start." Nie Fangsheng flicked his sleeves, took two steps back and sat on the Grand Master's chair, looking at Mu Hanyan with a sneer.

Mu Hanyan took a few steps forward and looked at the sword-casting hammer and the fine iron that had been prepared earlier. Fortunately, this Nie Hei-faced was not despicable and did not do anything.

In fact, this was not Nie Heilian's conscience finding, but that he didn't think Mu Hanyan could succeed at all, so he didn't bother to do anything at all.

"Raise the fire, open the stove!" Mu Hanyan said.

"Yes, Master." Tan Yu and the others responded respectfully, and then quickly set up the fire.

Soon, a faint blue flame was burning in the sword casting furnace. Compared with the sword casting furnace Tan Yu purchased yesterday, this sword casting furnace is of higher quality, higher flame temperature, and more solid.

Mu Hanyan held the hammer in one hand, and was about to start to forge the sword. The demeanor of that sword-making master was also fully revealed.

"This Mu Hanyan seems to be very confident. Could it be that he really learned the method of casting and forging bones? However, he only learned it once and learned it for one night. How could he learn it so quickly?" With Han Yan's confident look, everyone around him couldn't help but feel doubts, and it was really hard to believe his guesses.

"Baby Ling, what are you doing?" Just when everyone was confused and looking forward to the result, Mu Hanyan suddenly stopped and shouted at Bao Bao Ling.

"Nothing, nothing." Ling Baobao smiled shyly.

"Nothing? What are you holding?" Mu Hanyan asked with a sullen face.

"Actually, it's just a bet. They all say you can't succeed. I'll bet with them a few times." Ling Baobao said embarrassedly.

The disciples who were staring at Mu Hanyan almost collapsed on the spot. It turned out that not only Mu Hanyan was confident, but this baby Ling was so confident in him that he even dared to gamble.

Nie Fangsheng's already dark complexion turned even darker, and he actually opened a bet. What kind of place has he turned his sword-casting hall into a casino?

"How many times have I told you that gambling harms others and yourself, why do you still gamble?" Mu Hanyan said with a hatred of iron.

"But my mother said that if you know that you only win without losing, it's not called gambling. That's called picking up money. Can I pick it up?" Ling Baobao said with a bitter face.

"That's it, then come here." Mu Hanyan thought about it and said.

"What?" Ling Baobao walked over unwillingly.

"Take these and make a bet for me." Mu Hanyan took out a thick stack of silver notes and handed it to him.

"Didn't you say that gambling is not good, that it hurts others and hurts yourself?" Ling Baobao said with a sullen face.

If he is the only one who wins the bet and everyone else loses, of course he can make a lot of money, but Mu Hanyan has a lot of money, and if he throws it away, it is tens of millions of taels, and then he will naturally get less.

"Can't I just pick up the money?" Mu Hanyan rolled his eyes at him and said.

Although gambling is not good, Ling Baobao is right. Who doesn't like picking money? It has nothing to do with gambling.

"Come on, I'll give you more points when the big deal happens." Mu Hanyan gave Ling Baobao a glance, she was still in a hurry to pick up the money, and didn't want to chat with him.

Everyone around was stunned. They had seen self-confidence, but they had never seen such self-confidence. How could this Mu Hanyan be so confident?

"Otherwise, you can place more bets, otherwise the more points won't go anywhere?" Ling Baobao said to the crowd with a frown.

Looking at it like that, he really believes that he only wins and not loses, and he is picking money, but there are some differences.

Although they didn't think that Mu Hanyan had any chance of success, seeing that Ling Baobao was so confident, many people still had a good heart and dared not bet any more.

"Let's make some more, I finally bet once, let me win some pill money, the big deal is to invite you to dinner when I win." Ling Baobao said almost begging.

Everyone around is ignorant, you win our money, and then invite us to dinner, it seems that we still suffer, do you really think we are fools?

Hey, no, why did he say that he could really win if he won, and how could he accidentally believe his words.

"I bet you!" Nie Fang was really angry.

This Bao Bao Ling, this Mu Hanyan, really regarded his Sword Casting Hall as a casino? It's nothing more than a casino, but he still thinks that he can only win and not lose, and even everyone around him believes in his words.

This made him lose face. After all, Nie Fangsheng deliberately made it difficult for Mu Hanyan to vent his anger on Qiu Yongcheng, which was a well-known secret in Longyan College.

After speaking, Nie Fangsheng directly took out several million taels of silver notes and threw them to Ling Baobao.

"Okay, okay, who else wants to bet, hurry up, there is no shop after this village." Ling Baobao smiled happily. Several million taels, a lot, developed and developed!

"I also bet." Qiu Zizhong naturally refused to grow Mu Hanyan's prestige and destroyed his own ambition, and also gave out one million.

Seeing that even Nie Fangsheng and Qiu Zizhong had placed their bets, some academy disciples also placed their bets.

This time, Ling Baobao was so happy that his mouth couldn't close.

"Mu Hanyan, shall we begin?" Seeing that this fairly legitimate ordeal was about to turn into a farce, Nie Fangsheng felt agitated and urged Mu Hanyan.

"Okay, let's start." Seeing that Ling Baobao had "picked" a lot of money, Mu Hanyan was in a good mood. Seeing that the temperature of the fire was almost the same, he began to swing the sword-casting hammer.

With Mu Hanyan's dexterous technique, the dark golden sword-casting hammer drew beautiful arcs, flashing a heart-warming light, full of beauty.

Everyone around was greatly surprised. No wonder Mu Hanyan was so confident. This sword-casting technique of forging bone and forging was really learned.