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Chapter 1752 - 1752 Their Own Bets and Contracts 1752 Their Own Bets and Contracts
After giving the students of the Martial Arts Department a comforting look, Lu Zijia turned to look at Helian Qiguang. “Senior Brother Helian is right. If we can’t afford to lose, don’t agree. If you agree, you have to be able to afford to lose. Since I agreed, I can certainly afford to lose. And I agree with the bet you mentioned, Senior Brother Helian.”
The students of the Martial Arts Department all knew that Lu Zijia’s alchemy skill was at the high level of the Mystic Rank, but they also knew that Helian Qiguang had become a high-level Mystic Rank alchemist a few days ago.
Besides, he was also Liao Zhenshan’s eldest disciple. Perhaps Liao Zhenshan would teach him some special alchemy techniques.
And this was what they were most afraid and worried about.
It could be seen that Lu Zijia’s attitude was firm, so they couldn’t undermine her either. They could only be anxious in their minds.
A few smart people quietly left the crowd and rushed towards the Martial Arts Department as quickly as possible.
After a pause, Lu Zijia said again, “As for my bet, it’s fifty million Spirit Stones. I wonder if Senior Brother Helian dares to agree?”
Hearing the huge number of fifty million, a hint of anger flashed through Helian Qiguang’s eyes. “You’re really greedy. Aren’t you afraid that you won’t be able to swallow it?”
Lu Zijia shrugged disapprovingly. “If I can’t swallow it, I still have my Dao companion, isn’t it? Senior Brother Helian doesn’t have to worry after all.”
Suddenly, Lu Zijia seemed to have thought of something. She took out two blank scrolls from the space and took them away. Then, she directly used an inscription pen and quickly wrote the contract on the two scrolls.
Soon, Lu Zijia stopped writing and threw the two scrolls to Helian Qiguang.
“This is the contract for our battle. The bets on both sides are written clearly. I’ve already signed it. If Senior Brother Helian thinks there’s no problem, sign it too! With the contract, we can have a guarantee, right?”
The two scrolls Lu Zijia took out were ordinary scrolls and wouldn’t attract the supervision of the Heavenly Dao.
However, what Lu Zijia did was equivalent to telling everyone present that she didn’t trust Helian Qiguang’s character, so she asked to sign the contract.
In fact, Lu Zijia really didn’t trust him.
After all, that was a total of fifty million Spirit Stones!
Even though Helian Qiguang was the eldest young master of the Helian family, it was obviously impossible for him to take out fifty million Spirit Stones at once.
In that case, he could only ask his familial clan for it.
As expected, Helian Qiguang’s face was as dark as ink.
However, he still signed his name on the two scrolls without saying a word in the end.
There were two copies, one each for Lu Zijia and Helian Qiguang.
The two of them had already talked about what they needed to talk about. They didn’t waste any more time and flew onto the arena.
Shi Hua’an, who was originally lying in a sorry state and unconscious in the arena, was quietly carried away at some point.
On the other hand, the middle-aged teacher from the Alchemy Hall was still standing in the arena.
After the two of them came up, the middle-aged mentor repeated the rules expressionlessly. After confirming that the two of them understood, he let them start.
“Teacher, I’ll refine the Soul Clearing Pill in this competition.”
As soon as the middle-aged mentor finished speaking and was about to turn around and retreat to the edge of the arena, Helian Qiguang hurriedly spoke.
The students of the Martial Arts Department below the arena, who had their throats raised, couldn’t help looking agitated when they saw that Helian Qiguang was one step ahead. At the same time, they broke out in cold sweat for Lu Zijia.
Sensing the reaction of the students of the Martial Arts Department and the others, Lu Zijia only felt confused.
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