The first battle of the "gambling platform" opened, which immediately attracted the attention of most people outside the field, except for a small number of people in the southwest corner of the "fighting platform" to watch the gambling fight that had not yet ended, the crowd from other places flocked to the middle high platform.

In addition to being toothless, everyone in the Baiyun Sect also came to the "gambling platform".

"Dan Wang Feng knows that he favors his own people, if that kid loses, it will be our Baiyun Sect that will be ashamed. Liu said angrily.

"How do you know that Senior Brother Long will definitely lose, you still know that we are all from the Baiyun Sect, I thought you were sent over to see the jokes. Li Shengtian couldn't listen to it on the sidelines and retorted.

"Don't say a word, they're going to fight. Bu Xingen played a round and shifted their attention to the "gambling table".

On the high platform, Zhou Tong held a bald brush in his right hand, the tip of the pen secretly spit out brilliance, wrote down the word "wind" out of thin air, and waved a big pen to Long Fei, the word "wind" in the air suddenly became larger, and with a gust of wind, it hit Long Fei.

Although Long Fei's cultivation time is short, but he has a lot of experience in the enemy, at this time, Zhou Tong's spell came to his face, Long Fei took half a step back, and struck out with a palm of his right hand, and a wave of Haoran Qi rushed straight into the air "wind" word.

The two forces collided in the air, and Long Fei's Baiyun palm power was even better, and after defeating the word "wind", there was still Yu Wei rushing towards Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong waved the brush in his hand, breaking the residual palm power of Long Fei, his face was slightly red, and he secretly said that he had underestimated the enemy.

Zhou Tong's tentative move just now only gave one word, and he shot again, as if he was much more serious. I saw that his figure flashed, the pen walked the dragon and snake, a line of calligraphy appeared in the air, when the four characters of "Mount Tai pressed the top" were written, a shadow of Mount Tai was also majestically formed.

Long Fei felt a sense of oppression coming towards him, and before he had time to think about it, the "heroic spirit rushing to the clouds" of the three styles of white clouds threw out his hand, and a giant palm print hit straight ahead, and after the shadow of Mount Tai resisted for a while, it was torn apart.

Zhou Tong was shocked, he didn't expect Long Fei's cultivation to be so profound, seeing that Long Fei's giant palm print was coming in an instant, he hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue in a panic, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the tip of the pen, and his hand was even more non-stop, quickly writing the words "Overlord Removing Armor" in the air.

A red shield appeared in the air, blocking the giant palm print, which flickered twice before dissipating into nothingness.

"Stop, don't fight. Zhou Tong was about to continue to make a move, only to hear a cheer from the audience.

Fang Shusheng stopped Zhou Tong and turned to Luo Ping and sighed: "Brother Luo, my "Chaotic Cloak" is no match for your "White Cloud Three Styles", and the Baiyun Sect is terrifying. ”

Fang Shusheng glanced at Long Fei on the stage, and as he spoke, he handed Luo Ping the storage bag sent by the gray-clothed disciple on the side.

Luo Ping stretched out his hand to take it, took out the porcelain bottle in the storage bag, handed it to Fang Shusheng, and said: "Haha, Brother Fang, your disciple is also very good, calligraphy is natural, the artistic conception is free, and it can be used freely, how about we count it as a tie?"

Fang Shusheng was stunned when he heard this, then laughed loudly and said, "Haha, Brother Luo is really heroic, then I will be disrespectful." ”

Fang Shusheng accepted the "Liying Pill" and waved Zhou Tong back to rest. Although they did not win this battle, they got what they needed, and the two families were not hurt and happy.

"Long Fei, come here. Luo Ping saw that Long Fei was still in a daze on the stage, and said.

"Peak Master. Long Fei jumped in front of Luo Ping and bowed.

"The foundation is solid, a thousand miles a day, you are very good, you take this. Luo Ping was very satisfied with Long Fei's performance, and nodded in praise as he handed Long Fei the storage bag containing the Qiankun plate and the "Messy Cloak" copybook.

"Thank you Peak Master, if there is no Peak Master to teach the "Three Styles of White Clouds", Long Fei will not be able to make such progress. Long Fei was overjoyed, he didn't expect him to win so easily, but he couldn't believe it.

"Lord Luo Feng, you Baiyun Sect has another talent!" Yu Buqun of the True Martial Dao Sect did not move, and transmitted his voice to Luo Ping from afar on his seat.

Luo Ping motioned for Long Fei to go down first, and then replied to Yu Buqun: "Elder Yu is polite. After saying that, he sat back and didn't bother anymore.

A sentence is not angry, and I can't hear anything, but in my attitude, there is obviously some coldness.

Yu Buqun didn't mind, smiled slightly and stopped talking.

Luo Ping had been defeated by the swordsmanship genius of the True Martial Dao Sect, and he had been haunted by it for many years, so he naturally had no good impression of the people of the True Martial Dao Sect, so naturally he would not have a good face.

Long Fei returned to the stage, Li Shengtian had been waiting for a long time and rushed over, punched Long Fei on the shoulder, and said happily: "Good boy, it's okay, it's hidden." ”

"Hmph, that's just a fluke. Long Fei hadn't answered yet, and behind Li Shengtian, Wu Liang said something weird.

As soon as Li Shengtian heard this, his eyebrows were upside down, and he was about to have a seizure, when Bu Xingen came over and inserted himself between the two, and said to Long Fei: "Congratulations to Uncle Long, you won the first battle." ”

Long Fei smiled slightly, bowed to Bu Xingen, and pulled Li Shengtian away.

"Senior Brother Long, why are you pulling me, what is that guy, I haven't been able to look at it for a long time. Li Shengtian was still angry and wanted to settle accounts with Wu Liang.

"Senior Brother Li, you are short-tempered, this is not good, I heard Senior Brother Luo say that when the peak master's temper is not good, he often copies the calligraphy, oh, this calligraphy is for you, just enough to use. Long Fei took out the "Messy Cloak" in the storage bag and handed it to Li Shengtian.

"What is this?" Li Shengtian took the notebook and flipped through it casually.

"Zhou Tong, who fought against me just now, used this technique, Lord Luo Feng told me. Long Fei explained.

"You don't want it yourself?" asked Li Shengtian.

"I'm good-tempered. Long Fei said with a smile.

Li Shengtian rolled his eyes, took "Messy Cloak" in his pocket, and said: "I haven't learned the techniques of the Baiyun Sect well, and I don't learn the things of other factions, but for the sake of what you gave me, I will accept it." ”

"Well, if you have time, you can practice calligraphy, if you take a pen and wave it around to fight, it is estimated that others will not be used to it. Long Fei continued to tease.

When Li Shengtian heard this, he thought about that picture, and he felt funny, and couldn't help but look at Long Fei and laugh.