C611 Obsidian

"Hey hey, I'll bet first. It's a red soulstone. I'll bet two on the Ye Family's Young Master!" "I bet ten yellow soulstones on the Young Master!"

What kind of magic was this? Why did so many people believe him after he said a few words?

Ye Junhong looked at the other people who were betting, and Suxin, who was on the other side, only bet a few soulstones on Di Wuya himself. It was not a lot