Made by God Chapter 32:

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In order to get accurate news, Qi Ze cheeked on Yan Junyu, and sent a few text messages to talk about something, which was more active than when he was pursuing others. On the third day of the game, he made countless phone calls and finally called the busy Yan Shao to the box.

Yan Junyu said in an indifferent tone that he was not free, and he barely endured the nagging for a few minutes, and finally seemed to be annoying, so he agreed. However, after hanging up the communicator, his cold face slowly opened with a gentle smile, which shocked Wang Xuan.

"Instructor, are you in a hurry?" He tentatively asked, "If you have a hurry, go first, I have no problem here."

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

Leaving the mecha training ground hurriedly, returning to the dormitory to change into a neat military uniform, Yan Junyu rushed to the fighting hall at the fastest speed, but when he approached the box, he slowed down and his expression was restrained. He pushed the door in casually, and nodded at Qi Ze.

Qi Ze has been waiting for a long time, when he saw the God of Fortune come in, he immediately smiled like a flower, "Young Master Yan, please sit down. I ordered a bottle of red wine, don’t know if it suits your appetite?" Push the sober wine over and point to the brain on his wrist, "I just picked a few more popular players, can you help me see?"

Yan Junyu speaks authentic Kyoto accent. "Although the betting is safe, it makes relatively little money."

Qi Ze was immediately turned into a local accent by him. "It's boring to win a few thousand dollars in a game. But I just started, so I can only do this. Like you, I bet the upsets and return. Win. In the Empire, I'm afraid no one has a better vision than you." He flattered. Thinking that when he was the young master of Taixuan God's sect, his effort to please his father and several elders has not been lost. He has always been too lazy to deal with irrelevant people, but he is willing to give spring-like warmth to those who can bring him great benefits.

What is the rejection of a confession? Affection. Love is just a reconciliation, and interest is eternal.

Yan Junyu glanced at him with a smile, "I thought you were very shy, but I didn't expect it to be like this in private." But he was not surprised at all, and naturally accepted Qi Ze's change. This person is a financial fan, and even more of a silly and fast-spending money. The so-called talkless, introverted, timid, and sensitive are all pretense to confuse people.

This kind of temperament shouldn't appear in an orphan at all, it's more like a young master carefully cultivated by a big family. Thinking of the stone tablet in the dream and the origin of the tablet, Yan Junyu had to suspect that Qi Ze had another identity.

When the cultivation base is restored, Qi Ze is bound to let the prestige of the Supreme Profound God's sect spread throughout the galaxy, so how can he pretend for a lifetime? What's more, he was not originally a low-key person. At first, he was just to familiarize himself with the environment and take root quietly. Now that the foundation is slightly firmer, he naturally sprouted.

He scratched the tip of his nose and said with a smile, "I am a slower person. You will know if you get along for a long time."

Will the time be long? This sentence obviously pleased Yan Junyu. He retracted his inquiring gaze, grabbed the young boy's slender wrist, placed it on his knees, opened the webpage with his fingertips, and muttered, "These two groups cannot be held, there may be a tie. There is no suspense in the group, and the odds are low. It doesn’t make sense to invest too much money..."

Qi Ze had to move forward, put his chin on his arm, and kept nodding.

"Betting on these six groups, focusing on the second group, this one may be upset." After repeated consideration, Yan Junyu decided. From his perspective, he could only catch a glimpse of Qi Ze's hairy top, but the weight of his chin on his arm was so real. If you change someone, he must have been thrown away long ago, but facing Qi Ze, he unknowingly put down all his defenses.

Qi Ze won't hurt himself, he is very sure of this.

"Will the second group be upset?" Qi Ze was a little skeptical. "The second group of players is Han Xingjie, a fifth-level mid-level earth-powered player, and the other is a fourth-level water-based power player. Qing and Tu Keshui, the two are still a big difference. In addition, Wen Qing has lost a few consecutive games, and his state has fallen to the bottom. It is impossible to win Han Xingjie, right? Instructor Yan, don't cheat me. These principals of mine are borrowed from others, and the interest is very high."

"Don't worry, I won't pit you, I'll count if I lose." Yan Junyu patiently explained, "The talent is medium, but the victory lies in his perseverance. After losing a few games in a row, he has advanced and is now at level 5. Elementary level. Because the water system supernatural powers have strong self-healing ability and consume less mental power when manipulating the elements. Others can last up to four hours of fighting, but they can extend to six hours, which is most suitable for fighting attrition. Jie doesn’t know the news of Wenqing’s advancement. Once he comes to power, he will definitely adopt a fast-break strategy. The consumption of mental power is quite huge, but Wenqing can play steadily. As long as he doesn’t fall down for half an hour, the next step is his home court .According to my calculation, upset may reach 60%, which is worth a bet."

Qi Ze considered putting all the funds into the second group in less than half a minute. He was born to be adventurous, and as long as the benefits were huge enough, he would dare to gamble. The odds of 1:79 are still rising. If you lose, you will be hungry for a few days. If you win, you can grab hundreds of millions. Why not?

After placing the bet, he said slowly, "Sixty percent confidence is actually too low. I originally thought that with the character of instructor Yan, the score should be higher. By the way, how do you know Wenqing Advanced? Any news?"

Yan Junyu was stunned, only to discover his own change. He has always acted in an upright manner, and would never make a move without eight or nine points of assurance. However, this time, whenever he decides how to set the timing, as long as the odds are higher, as long as the odds exceed 50%, he will make a choice without hesitation. There was a voice in his heart telling him: It doesn't matter if you lose, people must dare to take risks.

Where is the stable Yan Junyu in the past? He turned his mind back and forth, but did not reveal anything on his face. He explained, "There is no news. I can perceive the level of the supernatural person. Wen Qing's aura is obviously different from yesterday. The water element around him is very active. "

"Can you see the element?" Qi Ze was surprised. He thought that only he could see it. Of course, he didn't use his eyes to see, but used his spiritual consciousness, and his spiritual eyes could only see the aura attached to the surface of the human body or things. His current level is too low. There is at least seven or eight hundred meters away from Bidoutai, which is far beyond his scanning range, so he doesn't know the news of Wenqing's advancement.

"It's not seeing, it's feeling." At this point, Yan Junyu was stunned again, and a few colorful and dazzling pictures faintly flashed through his mind. what is that? Elemental particles? He shook his head secretly and suppressed the absurd idea.

"Then your perception is very powerful." It should be vaguely touched the threshold of spiritual consciousness. Qi Ze glanced at Yan Junyu in surprise, which was unavoidable for him. If he was born in Qianyuan Continent and got the right techniques, he would definitely become a giant.

The two decided to leave their hands, so they sat down and watched the game at ease. When it was Han Xingjie and Wen Qing's turn to play, the odds had climbed to 1:88. Except for the original Ouyang Ye, this is probably the least optimistic. One game. Wen Qing's performance was really reluctant, almost being beaten by Han Xingjie, but in a moment he became scarred and difficult to fight.

Qi Ze stared at the holographic screen nervously, holding a glass of red wine diagonally in his hand but never drinking, just about to overflow.

Yan Junyu held his wrist, flattened the wine glass, and slowly brought it to his mouth. He watched him take a sip with a sip, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile. He likes to stay next to Qi Ze, which makes him feel very at ease. He prefers to observe each other's actions secretly, which adds a bit of fun.

Qi Ze pursed his mouth and shook his head, "I was beaten up in such a horrible picture just after the opening, and the hope of being upset is very slim!"

Yan Junyu smiled without saying a word, just looked down at the time. Half an hour later, Wen Qing hadn't fallen down, but Han Xingjie's abilities were almost exhausted, his attack was obviously weakened, his speed became slow, and he looked weak. After another ten minutes, Wen Qing suddenly began to counterattack, and water arrows continued to shoot at the opposite side, but Han Xingjie did not even have the strength to prop up an earth shield. The battle was completely reversed, Wen Qing fought steadily, but Han Xingjie retreated again and again.

Only then did the audience discover that although Wen Qing was a little embarrassed, he could avoid the fatal attack of Han Xingjie every time. On the other hand, Han Xingjie, the longer he procrastinated, the more irritable he used, and the more ulterior moves he used. He was almost exhausted afterwards, unable to launch any effective attacks.

One fast break, one slow grinding; one with high energy consumption and slow blood recovery, and the other with low energy consumption and fast blood recovery. The result is self-evident. At the fiftieth minute, Wen Qing sent Han Xingjie off the platform with a waterspout, and he half-kneeled on the ground, panting heavily. This is an extremely difficult and protracted battle.

The audience was silent for a few seconds, and then a deafening applause erupted, of course, mixed with many furious curses. Qi Ze put down the wine glass and raised his hands to applaud. His applause was slow and his movements were very elegant, but his eyes sparkled with bright light.

The young man pretended to be reserved and calm, so cute that Yan Junyu smiled quietly. .

After the game in the morning, Qi Ze calculated the profit, and he couldn't help jumping up and down. He squinted his eyes and transferred 70% of it to Yan Junyu's account. He said that the two people had a very happy cooperation. He hoped that instructor Yan would continue to work hard and not give up this great opportunity to make money.

"I know you have money, but it is all money from your family. If you are not Young Master Yan, who will take care of you? As a man, remember to leave a way for yourself. "The money is not enough to spend by the end of the month', this is the most reasonable saying. Maybe one day you are down, and you have to rely on this money to turn around?" Qi Ze sent out with feelings, his tone was sad.

He is in despair now, and it's hard to describe what it feels like to be hungry because of lack of money.

Yan Junyu smiled in his heart, but the expression on his face was very serious, and he said in a deep voice, "I know that the money at the end of the month is not enough, why not save a little? Let's give me 20,000 more stars, and I will save it for you. , You will come to me when you need it urgently."

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

Yan Junyu, "..."

No, he had to write a receipt, and only then took out 20,000 yuan from the billionaire. With this money, even if the game is over, he doesn't have to worry about Qi Ze throwing himself behind his head and not taking care of him. Although he didn't get along with teenagers much, Yan Junyu knew subconsciously that it was this man's style to kill the donkey and throw it away after using it. However, even if it was so cold, there was no way to arouse his disgust.

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When Qi Ze returned to the apartment, Ouyang Ye just finished soaking the nutrient solution. He played several games in a row, was physically exhausted, and suffered more or less injuries. If he does not recover as soon as possible, he may not be able to make it to the end. The same is true for other players. They will try their best to soak in the restoration cabin to recharge their energy if there is no competition.

Qi Ze didn't plunge into the material pile to appraise the treasure as he did in the past, but held a few red **** in a daze. Ouyang Ye recognized the small **** as the silk spit out by the sixth-level wild beast ghost face spider. It is very tough and avoids fire. A spider silk can withstand hundreds of kilograms of pulling force, and is often mixed into building materials or metals for fire prevention. Compartment.

Because of this, this kind of small line ball is not cheap. The handful of Qi Shao's hand is worth hundreds of thousands.

Ouyang Ye was about to walk over to see and see, but the doorbell rang. When he opened it, he found that it was a truck delivering express delivery. Several robots moved down boxes of goods, and then took out a list for the buyer to sign for.

"Shao Qi, you bought these?" Ouyang Ye roughly estimated that so many things are worth tens of millions. Qi Shao's kung fu is much better than that of refining equipment.

Qi Ze put the spider silk in his pocket, then went out to inspect the goods, 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 It is higher than the cave of Daluo Jinxian, so that it contains many treasures of heaven and earth, such as all kinds of wild beasts, all kinds of mutant plants, all kinds of spirit stones and spirit gold. If this were not the case, a person with spiritual roots but no cultivation technique would not awaken power at birth, and would know how to use it without teaching.

The robot was asked to move the goods into the warehouse. Qi Ze settled the balance and stared at the account. There was a small balance in the household, and his expression was a bit tangled. He raised his fist, knocked on his forehead one after another, silently thinking about how to make more money back. Selling antiques is too slow to pay, he can't wait.

"No money?" Ouyang Ye knew what was going on when he looked at his expression.

"You are in a state of lack of money at all times, no need to ask." Qi Ze closed the door, lowered his voice, "I have a way to make money, can you do it?"

Ouyang Ye has a cold back, "Tell me what you want me to do first."

"If you win this afternoon, tomorrow’s opponent will be Ouyang Duanhua. At the moment everyone is paying attention to your duel and has made a lot of predictions. You and him are the favorites to win the championship. But if you suddenly Severely injured, whom will the prediction result be biased?"

"Of course it is him."

"If everyone badmouths you, will your odds increase?"

"Sure." Ouyang Ye understood, and said anxiously, "Qi Shao, don't you want me to be injured deliberately, and then guide the public opinion, speculate on the odds, and make a huge profit? I am not injured. It must be Ouyang Duanhua’s opponent, and you are not afraid of losing your underwear!"

"Do you know how to pretend to be injured? Since I helped you sign up for the competition, I never thought you would lose." Qi Ze went to the basement and threw all the spider silks into the container engraved with the spirit gathering circle Inside, soak the energy liquid, add the rhizomes of several mutant plants, and slowly stir with a stick. After a few minutes, the **** of spider silk gradually dispersed and turned into strands of flowing red threads. The energy liquid was scorched by the high temperature emitted by the spider silk, and many bubbles appeared, and it was about to boil.

"My opponent in the afternoon was Chen Huan, the fifth-level peak gold superpower. It was difficult to deal with. I didn't even have the confidence to win. How could I control the injury? To pretend to be injured, I had to be beaten deliberately. Be careful and be beaten to death. Qi Shao, the baby really can't do this request, can you let the baby go?" Ouyang Ye felt distressed.

Qi Ze smiled casually, "Don't play coquettishly with me, I don't eat this one. Who said you will be beaten to death if you deliberately be beaten? I will help you make a vestment and wear it to protect you from injury. , Unless you meet someone with an ability above level 7."

"What is the vestment?" Ouyang Ye's eyes flickered.

"That's what you call protective clothing."

"However, the organizer has regulations that cannot wear protective clothing."

"In the eyes of ordinary people, it's just a set of underwear, nothing special. I have seen it, you only know attack, but don't know defense at all. You have to stop when you meet Ouyang Duanhua who has both offense and defense. With this suit, you can wave whatever you want on the stage, and no attack can stop you. Of course, you have to be injured symbolically when you should be injured, so don't arouse suspicion." Qi Ze put down Stick, earnestly exhorted, "You performed well in the match in the afternoon. You must break a few ribs, understand? But don't lose, you must win miserably. Remember, the more miserable the better."

Ouyang Ye nodded hard, and said that Shao Qi could do anything frantic in order to make money.

He sat aside and watched as Qi Shao cooked the silk, took out a machine and started weaving, still chattering in his mouth, "Just now it was reeling, now this is weaving. Weaving is divided into raw weaving and cooked weaving. There are two types of knitting. Due to the rush of time, I can only knit for you, weave the side with the spirit, and finally you give me a bowl of blood to sacrifice the spirit, this vest is considered complete. But the raw material I used is the sixth-level ghost face spider Silk, so at present it can only withstand the attacks of level 6 ability players. In the future, some more advanced silk can be woven into it, and the defense power can be increased by one more."

The boy flew with both hands, and a piece of bright red silk was quickly formed in the sound of the machine. He occasionally adjusts the latitude and longitude of the silk thread, and weaves extremely complex graphics one after another, the graphics gleaming red, then disappear again. If you look closely, there is nothing special about red silk or red silk.

But Ouyang Ye obviously felt that the indoor temperature was rising steadily, almost to the point of drying people out. Fortunately, he is a fire type superpower, barely able to bear it.

One hour later, Qi Ze finally finished weaving the cloth and threw it into the smelting furnace for forging, while pouring a bowl of Ouyang Ye's blood. The temperature in the furnace rises sharply, which can transform the super strength into finance, but the cloth woven from spider silk is intact and appears brighter and smoother.

It seems to have become another material.

Ouyang Ye looked very hot, pacing back and forth in front of the stove, and kept asking, "When will it be ready? Once the fabric is woven, it has to be cut, sewn, and made into clothes? It has become so strong. , What tool do I need to cut it?"

Qi Ze silently took out a pair of ordinary scissors, cut the freshly-baked fabric into a template, and stitched it up piece by piece. For the disciples of the Taixuan gods, sewing, weaving, tanning, carving... and even shoe soles are basic skills. Lingwu and magical artifacts didn't fall from the sky, nor did they pop out of the furnace for nothing. If you have materials, you have to make them. Even if it is the magical power of the refining stage, you have to process the materials by yourself.

Ouyang Ye looked dumbfounded, and said in a daze, "Qi Shao, what else can you not? You are too **** capable!"

Qi Ze ignored him, sew a set of underwear in twos and threes, and laid it flat on the workbench, looking pretty neat.

"Hey wait, Shao Qi, you forgot to measure me, what if I can't fit it in?" Ouyang Ye patted his forehead.

"Put it on directly, what a long time. Your blood is your thing. It will automatically adjust the size according to your body type." Qi Ze used scissors to pierce the fingertips of Master Ouyang and rubbed it on the clothes casually. A layer of red light flashed quickly and quickly converged, as if it were an illusion.

Ouyang Ye was stunned, and then she couldn't wait to take off her training uniform, change her underwear, picked up a sword and rushed into the training ground in the basement to fight the coach robot. Originally he would protect his vitals a little bit, but now he opens his door wide and fights with all his strength. At first glance, it seems that there are flaws everywhere, but no matter how the opponent attacks, he is still unscathed, only his training uniform is broken. Just a few holes.

Qi Ze didn't have the time to watch, and told him not to miss the game and return to the living room, ready to guide public opinion. He has been in the Black Eye Galaxy for more than two years, knowing that this is an era of very advanced information, no matter what happens in any corner, as long as it is seen on the Internet, it will immediately spread all over the world.

However, the person is light-hearted and can't make a big storm by himself, so he has to find someone to cooperate.

"Instructor Yan is there?" He tentatively sent a message to Junyu Yan.

There was a quick reply, "Why, there is no money to buy the nutrient solution?" Then ten stars were transferred.

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

The prompt tone of the video call immediately sounded. Yan Junyu's tall and tall figure appeared on the holographic screen, under a pair of military pants, without a belt, just stuck on the hip bone, beautiful mermaid line, thin waist, neatly arranged The visual impact of her eight-pack abdominal muscles is very shocking; the upper body is completely naked and covered with fine sweat, which shows that she has just performed a violent exercise. He raised a bottle of pure water and poured it on his already wet hair, a strong masculinity rushed over his face, bringing Qi Ze 10,000 points of crit.

Qi Ze was stunned, his cheeks flushed rapidly.