Chapter 68: Gambling War Inscriptions
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The two forces in the bamboo house converged, like several real dragons colliding, and the entire bamboo house creaked.
But Lu Feng saw that the ghost hand was not Mo Lao's opponent.
"Boom!"
The power exploded in an instant, and the entire bamboo house was destroyed in an instant.
"It's still so weak, and it's not growing at all. ā
Mo Lao's aura changed greatly at this moment, his eyes widened, and his body was towering and motionless, while the yin old man took a few steps back.
"Hmph, Old Man Mo, I'm not looking for you today to compete with you in martial arts, you and I are both famous three-grade inscription masters in the inscription world, how can we compete with martial arts. ā
The old man suffered this small loss and didn't think so.
The identity of this person in front of him is also not simple, he is the president of the Inscription Guild of the Blackwater Country.
Unlike Mo Lao, Mo Lao's strength is manifested in the refining weapon, while this person's inscription is even better at attacking.
The relationship between the two was not friendly, and Mo Lao had humiliated him during an inscription exchange.
Because of the fight between the two, Mo Ling stood behind Lu Feng.
"You're also a member of the Inscription Guild? I've never seen you. ā
At this moment, when the man saw Lu Feng, he was a little displeased and said coldly.
"It's not. Lu Feng shook his head, he really had no interest in entangling with this arrogant man.
"No, just get out of here, this is the Inscription Guild, how can an idle person stand here. ā
His inscription genius, how could he surrender his identity and stand with a little warrior.
"This is Mo Lao's place, you have crossed the line. Lu Feng's face sank.
"That's right, you disciple of the ghost hand has too much control, you should be here today to learn the inscription with me. ā
Impatience flashed on Mo Lao's face, and his previous good mood was swept away.
"Hehe, this is the case with my disciple, young man, it is inevitable that he will be arrogant. ā
The ghost is self-defeating.
"Ling'er, Lu Feng will go out for a walk today and come back later. ā
Mo Lao Dao.
Lu Feng nodded, turned around and left with Mo Ling.
"Stop!"
Seeing that Lu Feng and Mo Ling were leaving, the man shouted.
It was a disgrace for a martial artist to dare to ignore him like this.
Lu Feng didn't pay attention to him, he really thought he was a role.
"I told you to stop!"
The man was angry, snorted coldly, and grabbed Lu Feng with a large amount of Xuan Qi in one palm.
Feeling the majestic wind coming from behind, Lu Feng's heart gushed out with fire.
He didn't offend him from beginning to end, but he didn't persevere, and then Lu Feng turned around suddenly, and the Heavenly Desolate Fist condensed a huge fist, accompanied by a loud sound, and the fists of the power of the eight flying dragons swung out suddenly.
Today's Lu Feng is already a fourfold channel, and his strength has reached the power of eight flying dragons.
Bang!
The strong wind exploded, and Lu Feng stood still like an iron tower, but the man flew backwards violently, a pair of golden boots under his feet blew out dazzling sparks, and he was held by the ghost hand without losing a bigger face.
"This man's strength is terrifying. ā
I didn't expect that a young man in front of him had such a great power in one punch, and even he, a strong man with five veins, couldn't take his punch.
"Your disciple's strength is not very good. Mo Lao sneered.
Ghost Hand smiled lightly: "Although Shao Hua's martial arts talent is not weak, after all, it is not as good as those geniuses who are obsessed with martial arts, and his talent is still in the inscription. ā
Speaking of this, Shao Hua straightened up, completely forgetting the fact that he was knocked back by Lu Feng's punch just now, and was extremely proud.
For him, martial arts cultivation was just an aid on his path to inscriptions.
"I'd rather see how strong his inscription talent is. ā
"Shao Hua is only twenty this year, but he has already set foot in the second-grade inscription master, and his future achievements are likely to surpass the old man and become the first inscription master in more than a dozen surrounding kingdoms. ā
The ghost hand looked at Mo Lao proudly, the twenty-year-old second-grade inscription master, shocked enough, he really wanted to see Mo Lao's surprised expression.
But he was disappointed, Mo Lao's face was calm, and he plucked out his ears and popped out an earwax, as if he didn't care at all.
If he hadn't seen Lu Feng's superb inscription attainments, he might have been shocked.
But Lu Feng's light was too dazzling, and he was not interested in Shao Hua, a young inscription genius.
"Is it excellent? I can casually find someone who is better than that Shao Hua. Mo Lao scoffed.
Hearing this, the ghost hand was furious, and then sneered: "I want to see how you found someone who is even better than Shao Hua, you think this is a martial arts genius, so easy to find?"
"Just that kid next to you, his inscription attainment is definitely stronger than your bullshit Shao Hua. ā
Mo Lao pointed at Lu Feng seemingly casually and pushed Lu Feng out.
Lu Feng was a little helpless, how could he be involved in himself again.
But at this moment, he couldn't afford to retreat, the ghost hand stared at Lu Feng, and laughed: "It's really laughing old man, I think he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he dares to say that he is stronger than Shao Hua, I think you are crazy." ā
"I don't know if Mo Lao is crazy or not, but Shao Hua in your mouth is better than waste at most. ā
In the previous life, you were a master of inscriptions, and he was also arrogant.
A small three-grade inscription master pointed fingers in front of him, undoubtedly making an axe in the class gate.
"The inscription is not a martial art, it can be cultivated by a person, and you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue. ā
Shao Hua was disdainful and snorted coldly, his inscription talent was known as a genius that was difficult to come out of a hundred years in the surrounding kingdoms.
This kid on the other side, can he do it?
"Why don't we make a bet, I'll bet with you with five high-grade stones. ā
Lu Feng flipped through his hands and took out five high-grade Xuan Stones, which were given to him by the mysterious woman Chu Yan.
As soon as the five high-grade Xuan Stones were taken out, the sufficient Xuan Qi bloomed into a white cloud.
There are millions of taels of high-grade Xuanshi on the market, but no one is stupid enough to exchange it for high-grade Xuanshi.
The reason is simple.
The value of high-grade Xuanshi is very large, and the entire Tianlin Dynasty does not have a high-grade ore vein, only some of it is exposed from the outside into the country.
There is a big difference between the high-grade Xuanshi and the middle-grade Xuanshi, it is a qualitative change, and the Xuanqi in it can help the strong people above the True Martial Realm to condense the True Yuan.
"Bet with him!" Ghost Hand immediately agreed.
These five high-grade Xuanshi made him very excited, this kind of madman, do you think that the inscription is the same as martial arts.
Even if he is by Mo Lao's side, it is a miracle that he can carve a first-class inscription at his age.
Shao Hua would not object, in his opinion, Lu Feng was only strong in martial arts, and the inscription was better than him.
Immediately, the ghost hand took out 10 million taels of silver tickets and slapped them on the table.
Seeing this, Lu Feng sneered: "There is no sincerity at all, who can fool with these ten million taels of silver tickets? ā
"With sharp teeth and sharp mouth, the old man will accompany you to gamble on Xuanshi. ā
As he spoke, the ghost hand put away the silver ticket and sneered: "Don't say that the old man bullied you, if you win, the old man will give you ten high-grade Xuan Stones." ā
"Thank you then. ā
Lu Feng smiled.