In order to get accurate information, Qi Ze cheekily picked up Yan Junyu and sent a few short messages to talk about something, which was more active than when he pursued others before. On the third day of the competition, he made countless calls and finally called Yan Shaozhu to the box.

Yan Junyu said in an indifferent tone that he had no time. He reluctantly endured the nagging for a few minutes. At last, he seemed to be very annoyed and agreed. However, after hanging up the communicator, his cold face slowly bloomed a gentle smile, which startled Wang Xuan.

"Instructor, do you have something urgent?" He said tentatively, "if you have something urgent, go ahead. I have no problem here."

"Well, it's a little urgent." Yan Junyu nodded solemnly. He is anxious to make money for Qi Ze. If he said this two months ago, no one would believe it, including himself.

He left the mecha training ground in a hurry, went back to the dormitory and changed into a set of straight military uniform. Yan Junyu arrived at the martial arts hall as soon as he could, but he slowed down when he was near the box. He seemed to push the door in at random and gave Qi Ze a slight nod.

Qi Ze had been waiting for a long time. When he saw the God of wealth coming in, he immediately laughed like a flower. "Yan Shaozhu, please sit down. I ordered a bottle of red wine. Do you like it or not? " He pushed the sober wine over and pointed to zhinao on his wrist. "I just selected a few groups of popular players. Would you help me to have a look?"

Yan Junyu is an authentic Kyoto accent, "although the popular bet insurance, but relatively speaking, earn less."

Qi Ze was immediately turned into a local voice by him. "It's boring to win thousands of yuan in a game. But I just started, can only be like this, which like you, every field are bet cold, also field win. In the Empire, I'm afraid no one has a better vision than you. " He flattered a lot. When he was a dandy young master of taixuan God, his efforts to please his father and several elders failed for a day. For those who have nothing to do with it, he is always too lazy to deal with it. For those who can bring great benefits to himself, he is willing to pay the warmth of spring.

What is rejection of a confession? Love. Love is just adjustment, interest is eternal.

Yan Junyu glared at him with a smile. "I thought you were very shy, but I didn't expect that in private." But he was not surprised at all, and naturally accepted Qi Ze's change. This man is a money addict, and he is also a fool who spends money like water. The so-called lack of words, introversion, timidity and sensitivity are all deceptive disguises.

This kind of temperament should not appear in an orphan at all, but more like a young master carefully cultivated by a big family. Thinking of the stone tablet in his dream and the origin of the inscription, Yan Junyu had to doubt Qi Ze's identity.

When his cultivation is restored, Qi Ze is bound to spread the prestige of taixuan God zaozong all over the galaxy. How can he disguise for a lifetime? What's more, he was not a low-key person originally. At first, he just wanted to get familiar with the environment and take root quietly. Now that his roots are slightly firm, they naturally sprout.

He scratched the tip of his nose and said with a smile, "I'm a slow person. You'll know when I get along with you for a long time."

Will it be a long time? This sentence obviously pleased Yan Junyu. He took back his exploring eyes, grabbed the young man's slender wrist, put it on his knee, pointed the web page with his fingertips, and pondered, "these two groups can't bet, it's possible to draw. There is no suspense in these two groups, the odds are low, and it is meaningless to invest too much money... "

Qi Ze had to get close to him, chin on his arm, nodding.

"Bet on these six groups and focus on the second group. This may be a cold war." After repeated deliberation, Yan Junyu said. From his point of view, we can only see Qi Ze's hairy hair, but the weight of his chin on his arm is so real. If you change a person, he must have been thrown away, but in the face of Qi Ze, he unconsciously put down all his guard.

Qi Ze won't hurt himself, which he is very determined.

"Will the second group explode?" Qi Ze is a little suspicious. "The second group of players is Han Xingjie, a five level medium level native ability, and Wenqing, a four level medium level water system ability. They are different from each other by a big margin. In addition, Wen Qing has lost several games in a row, and their state has fallen to the bottom. How can they not win Han Xingjie? Don't pit me, drillmaster Yan. I borrow all the principal from others, and the interest is very high. "

"Don't worry. I won't pit you. I'll lose." Yan Junyu patiently explained, "Wenqing has medium talent, but his victory lies in his perseverance. He has lost several games in a row, and now he is at the level of grade five. Because the water system ability has strong self-healing ability and consumes less mental power to control the elements, others can fight for up to four hours, but they can extend it to six hours, which is the most suitable for fighting a war of attrition. Han Xingjie doesn't know the news of Wen Qing's advance. As soon as he comes to power, he will take a fast attack strategy, which will consume a lot of mental energy. However, Wen Qing can play steadily. As long as he stays up for half an hour, the next step is his home court. According to my calculation, the probability of a cold explosion will reach 60 percent, which is worth a bet. "

Qi Ze considered putting all the money into the second group in less than half a minute. He was born to take risks. As long as the interests are huge enough, he dares to gamble. 1: 79, and it's still rising. If you lose for a few days, you'll get hundreds of millions of dollars if you win. Why not?

After the bet, he said slowly, "the 60% confidence is still too low. I thought that with the character of the strict instructor, the success rate should be higher. By the way, how do you know Wenqing advanced? Is there any news

Yan Junyu was stunned, and then he found his change. He has always been in the right, no eight or nine points to grasp, never shot. This time, however, whenever he pondered how to make a decision, he would not hesitate to make a choice if the odds were higher than 50%. There is a voice in his heart telling him: it doesn't matter if you lose, people should dare to take risks.

Where is Yan Junyu who used to be stable? His heart was full of twists and turns, but he didn't show anything on his face. He explained, "there's no news. I can sense the level of the psionic. Wen Qing's momentum is obviously different from yesterday. The water element around him is very active. "

"Can you see the elements?" Qi Ze was surprised. He thought only he could see. Of course, he does not use his eyes to see, but uses his divine sense. The spiritual eye can only see the aura attached to the surface of the human body or things. His level is too low now. It's at least seven or eight hundred meters away from the Bidou platform, far beyond his scanning range, so he doesn't know anything about Wen Qing's advancement.

"It's not seeing, it's feeling." At this point, Yan Junyu was stunned again, and faintly crossed several colorful and dazzling pictures in his mind. What's that? Elemental particles? He shook his head to himself and suppressed the absurd idea.

"Then you have a great perception." It should have reached the threshold of divine consciousness. Qi Ze glanced at Yan Junyu in surprise, which was a pity for him. If he was born in Qianyuan, he would be a great master.

When it was Han Xingjie's turn and Wen Qing's turn to play, the odds had risen to 1:88. Apart from Ouyang ye, it was probably the least expected game. Wen Qing's performance was very reluctantly. He was almost beaten by Han Xingjie, but after a while, he became scarred and hard to resist.

Qi Ze nervously stares at the holographic screen. He holds a glass of red wine in his hand, but he never drinks it. It's about to overflow.

Yan Junyu held his wrist, leveled the wine cup, and then slowly brought it to his mouth. He watched him drink with his own eyes, and his mouth could not help but smile. He likes to stay by Qi Ze's side, which makes him feel very relaxed and at ease. He prefers to observe each other's every move secretly, so he has a little more fun.

Qi Ze pursed his mouth and shook his head. "I was beaten into this miserable picture just at the beginning. I have no hope of getting cold!"

Yan Junyu just looked down at the time. Half an hour later, Wen Qing hasn't fallen, but Han Xingjie's powers are almost exhausted. His attack is obviously weakened, and his speed is also slow. He looks like he has no power to follow. Ten minutes later, Wen Qing suddenly began to counterattack. Water arrows kept shooting at the opposite side, but Han Xingjie didn't even have the strength to support an earth shield. The situation of the war has been completely reversed. Wen Qing has been fighting steadily, but Han Xingjie has been retreating.

The audience found that although Wen Qing was a little embarrassed, he could avoid Han Xingjie's fatal attack every time. In contrast, Han Xingjie, the longer he delays, the more impatient he is and the more tricks he uses. He is almost exhausted and can't launch any effective attack at all.

One fast break, one slow grind; It is self-evident that one consumes high energy and returns blood slowly, while the other consumes low energy and returns blood quickly. In the 50th minute, Wen Qing sends Han Xingjie down to the Bidou platform with a waterspout, half kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath. It is an extremely difficult and protracted battle.

There was a few seconds of silence under the stage, and then there was a deafening cry, of course, mixed with a lot of angry curses. Qi Ze put down his glass and raised his hands to clap. He clapped slowly and gracefully, but his eyes were shining.

The young man pretended to be reserved and calm, which made Yan Junyu smile quietly..

At the end of the morning's competition, Qi Ze calculated the income and was careful that the liver would jump. He narrowed his eyes with a smile and put 70% of it to Yan Junyu's account. He also said that the cooperation between them was very happy. He hoped that instructor Yan would make persistent efforts and not give up this great opportunity to make money.

"I know you have money, but it's all your family's money. If you are not Yan Shaozhu, who will take care of you? When you are a man, you should remember to leave a way for yourself. Just as the saying goes, "when books are used, you will hate less, and when money is not enough at the end of the month.". Maybe one day when you are down, you will have to rely on this money to turn over? " Qi Ze felt it, and his tone was melancholy.

He's down now. It's hard to say what it's like to be hungry without money.

Yan Junyu was holding a smile in his heart, but the expression on his face was very serious. He said in a deep voice, "knowing that the money at the end of the month is not enough, why not save a little? Well, you give me 20000 yuan more, I'll save it for you, and you'll come back to me when you need it urgently. "

Qi Ze wrung his eyebrows and thought for a long time. He said reluctantly, "but you can, but you have to write me a receipt."

Yan Junyu, "..."

No, he had to write a receipt, which took out 20000 yuan from the billionaire. With this money, even if the game is over, he doesn't have to worry about Qi Ze leaving himself behind. Although he didn't get along with young people, Yan Junyu knew subconsciously that it was this man's style of doing things. However, even if he was so cool, he couldn't arouse any disgust.

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When Qi Ze returned to his apartment, Ouyang ye had just finished soaking nutrient solution. He has played several games in a row. He has a lot of physical exertion and suffered some injuries more or less. If he doesn't recover as soon as possible, I'm afraid he won't make it to the end. It's the same with other players. They will try their best to stay in the repair cabin without competition.

Qi Ze is not like before, as soon as he comes back, he plunges into the pile of materials to identify treasure. Instead, he is holding a few red balls in a daze. Ouyang Ye recognized that the balls were made of silk from the level 6 wild animal ghost faced spider. It was very tough and avoided fire. A spider silk could bear the pull of more than 100 Jin. It was often mixed with building materials or metal to make fire barriers.

Also because of this, this kind of small thread ball is not cheap, single Qi Shao hand that hold is worth more than 100000.

Ouyang Ye is about to go to see something, but the doorbell rings. When he opens it, he finds that it's a truck carrying express. Several robots move boxes of goods down, and then take out a list for the buyer to sign.

"Qi Shao, did you buy all these?" Ouyang Ye roughly estimated that so many things are worth tens of millions at least. Qi's Kung Fu with less money is much more powerful than refining weapons.

Qi Ze put the spider silk in his pocket and went out to inspect the goods. He nodded, "I bought it." The black eye galaxy is really a magical place. Although there are too many impurities in the aura, the concentration is higher than that in the cave of Daluo Jinxian, so that it contains many natural resources and treasures, such as various wild animals, various mutant plants, various spirit stones and spirit gold, etc. If this is not the case, a power with spiritual roots but no Dharma will not wake up at birth and know how to use it without teaching.

Let the robot move the goods into the warehouse, Qi Ze settled the balance, staring at the account. The small balance in the account, expression some tangled. He raised his fist and knocked on his forehead, quietly thinking about how to make more money. He can't afford to wait for the collection of antiques.

"No money?" As soon as Ouyang ye saw his expression, he knew what had happened.

"I'm short of money at any time. Don't ask." Qi Ze closed the door and lowered his voice. "I have a way to make money. Do you want to do it?"

Ouyang ye back hair cool, "you first say what you want me to do."

"If you win this afternoon, tomorrow's opponent will be Ouyang Duanhua. At present, everyone is paying attention to your duel, and has made a lot of predictions. You and he are both the favourites to win the championship. But if you're suddenly seriously injured, who will the prediction go to? "

"He, of course."

"If everyone beats you up, will your odds go up?"

"Certainly." Ouyang Ye understood and said urgently, "Qi Shao, you don't want me to be hurt intentionally, and then guide the public opinion and fry up the odds, so as to make huge profits? I'm not hurt. I don't have to be Ouyang Duanhua's opponent. You're not afraid to lose your underwear

"Pretend to be hurt, do you understand? Since I helped you sign up for the competition, I didn't want to let you lose. " Qi Ze went to the basement, threw all the spider silk he bought into the container engraved with the gathering spirit array, soaked it with energy liquid, added the rhizomes of several mutant plants, and slowly stirred it with a stick. A few minutes later, the ball of spider silk gradually dispersed into a continuous flow of red lines. The energy liquid is burned by the high temperature emitted by the spider silk, and many bubbles appear, which is about to boil.

"My opponent in the afternoon is Chen Huan, the top level five gold talent. It's very difficult to deal with. I'm not sure of winning. How can I control the injury? If you want to pretend to be injured, you have to be beaten intentionally. If you are not careful, you will be beaten to death. Qi Shao, this request baby really can't do, you let baby go? " Ouyang Ye felt bitter.

But Qi Ze casually laughed, "don't be coquettish with me. I don't like this. Who says you will be beaten to death if you are beaten intentionally? I'll make you a suit of Dharma vests to protect you from injury unless you meet a psionic above level 7. "

"What is the robe?" Ouyang Ye's eyes twinkled.

"That's what you call protective clothing."

"But the organizers have regulations that they can't wear protective clothing."

"In the eyes of ordinary people, it's just a set of underwear, nothing special. I've seen it. You only know how to attack, but you don't know how to defend at all. When you meet Ouyang Duanhua, you have to stop eating. With this suit, you can wave as much as you want on the stage. No attack can stop you. Of course, when it's time to get hurt, you have to get hurt symbolically. Don't be suspicious. " Qi Ze put down his stick and told him earnestly, "you should perform well in the fight in the afternoon. You must break a few ribs. Do you understand? But don't lose. Win miserably. Remember, the worse the better

Ouyang Ye nods difficultly and says that Qi Shao can do anything crazy to make money.

He sat aside and watched Qi Shao cook the spider silk. He took out a machine and began to weave it. He was still talking, "just now it was silk reeling, but now it's weaving. Weaving is divided into raw weaving and cooked weaving. Because of the rush of time, I can only give you raw weaving, while weaving with spirit, and finally you give me a bowl of blood to worship the spirit, this robe is a success. But the raw material I use is the silk of the level 6 ghost face spider, so at present I can only withstand the attack of the level 6 psionic. In the future, I can weave some more advanced silk into it, and my defense can be further improved. "

Young hands fly, a piece of bright red silk in the machine running sound of rapid prototyping. Occasionally, he would adjust the longitude and latitude of the silk thread, and weave a very complex figure. The figure glittered red, and then disappeared. If you look closely again, there is nothing special about red silk or red silk.

But Ouyang Ye obviously felt that the indoor temperature was rising, almost to the point of drying people. Fortunately, he is a fire power and can barely bear it.

An hour later, Qi Ze finally finished weaving the cloth, threw it into the smelting furnace for forging, and poured a bowl of Ouyang Ye's blood. The temperature in the furnace rises abruptly, which can melt the super alloy, while the spider silk woven cloth is intact, and more and more glossy and smooth.

It seems to have become another material.

Ouyang Ye's eyes were very hot. He paced back and forth in front of the stove and kept asking, "when will it be ok? You have to cut, sew and make clothes after weaving? What kind of tool would it have to be cut off to make it so strong? "

Qi Ze quietly took out a pair of ordinary scissors, cut the cloth just out of the oven into a template, and sewed it up piece by piece. For the disciples of taixuan God zaozong, sewing, weaving, tanning, carving... And even taking care of sole are basic skills. Lingwu and magic weapons do not fall from the sky, nor do they spring out of the cauldron. Once they have materials, they have to be made. Even the great power of refining weapons in the spirit transforming period has to be made by hand occasionally.

Ouyang Ye looked silly and said in a trance, "Qi Shao, what else can't you do? You're too fuckin 'capable! "

Qi Ze ignored him. He sewed a set of underwear and spread it on the worktable. It looked very nice.

"Wait a minute, Qi Shao, you forgot to measure me. What if I can't fit in?" Ouyang Ye slapped on the forehead.

"Just put it on. What are you talking about. Dripping your blood is your thing, and it will automatically adjust the size according to your body shape. " Qi Ze pierced Ouyang's fingertips with scissors and smeared them on his clothes. A layer of red light flashed quickly and converged quickly, as if it were an illusion.

Ouyang Ye is stunned, then can't wait to take off his training clothes, change his underwear, take up his sword and rush into the training ground in the basement to fight with the trainer robot. Originally, he would protect himself a little, but now he has a big open middle door and tries his best to fight. At first glance, it seems that there are flaws everywhere. However, no matter how his opponent attacks, he never gets hurt. He only breaks a few holes in his training suit.

Qi Ze didn't have time to watch. He told him not to miss the game and to go back to the living room to guide public opinion. He has been in the black eye Galaxy for more than two years. He knows that this is an era of highly developed information. No matter what happens in any corner, as long as he sees it on the Internet, it will immediately spread all over the world.

However, he couldn't lift the storm by himself, so he had to find someone to cooperate with.

"Is instructor Yan in?" He tentatively sent a message to Yan Junyu.

There quickly replied, "why, no money to buy nutrient solution?" Then ten star coins were transferred.

Qi Ze, "... I want to ask you a favor."

Yan Junyu's tall and straight figure appeared on the holographic screen, with a pair of military trousers, no belt, just stuck in the hip bone, beautiful mermaid line, thin waist and eight orderly abdominal muscles. The visual impact was very shocking; The upper body is completely red. Naked, and covered with fine beads of sweat, we can see that we have just had a strenuous exercise. He held up a bottle of pure water and poured it on his already wet hair. His strong masculinity came to his face and brought Qi Ze 10000 critical hits.

Qi Ze suddenly confused, cheeks quickly red.