It's a pity that he couldn't unfold his divine sense, and Ling Feng couldn't see anything special about the Onimaru Knife, so he played with the Onimaru Knife, which was the pinnacle of the island country's cultivation technique, and said secretly: "Although the people of the small island country are not very good, the training and tempering skills are good......"

"Brother Feng, look, there is a lot of capital investment, haha, this time it's gone!"

Zhang Zhidong's excited voice interrupted Ling Feng, seeing him dancing with his hands, Ling Feng couldn't help but turn his head and ask, "What's the odds now?" How can anyone still place a bet? ”

The scene of Beichen Wasteland tearing the guardrail and obscene and monstrous just now left a lot of shadows on everyone present, so no one was optimistic about Ling Feng at all, and the odds of 1:18 undoubtedly showed that Ling Feng's chance of winning was almost equal to zero.

Ling Feng's odds are ridiculously high, and the large bet has pulled the odds of Beichen Wasteland from 1:0.28 to 1:0.09, such odds should no one bet anymore, but just when the bet was about to close, there was a 1 billion meter of gold that suddenly bet on Beichen Wasteland to win.

"Brother Feng, a billion meters of gold, hehe, I account for 300 million yuan, hahaha...... This time, my old man no longer dared to say that I would only burn money and not know how to make money! ”

The right to operate this underground black fist naturally belongs to Zhang Minxian, and due to the bad things between Beichen Incheon and Zhang Zhidong, Zhang Zhidong temporarily took over during this time.

In the past ten days, he has been depressed about losing a lot of money, and now he can't be excited when he sees such a large amount of money invested. As for who bets, you can imagine with your toes that it is the old devil of the Beichen Wasteland.

Beichen Yidaoliu, a family-style sect that specializes in war wealth, has been a wealthy family in the island country since the shogunate era, and has developed for more than 300 years now, with countless industries and land, and a mere billion meters of gold is naturally not a problem.

Ling Feng just smiled faintly, and didn't say anything, killing the old devil was his goal, he didn't want to leave this hidden danger, he just wanted to use this old devil to shock those who had crooked ideas about themselves in secret.

As for money, it's just incidental, of course, if you can still squeeze out the surplus value of the old devil, it can be regarded as a waste product, so why not?

As the host flipped through the introduction again, and then the two sides came to the stage to sign the life and death certificate, but just when the host announced the start of the duel, the triangular eyes of the Beichen Wasteland picked it up, buzzed like a fly and said: "Slow, Ling Feng, if you lose, the knife must be returned!" ”

"Oh, that's my trophy, I can't agree to your request!" After listening to the translation, Ling Feng shook his head and refused directly without hesitation.

Beichen Wasteland said quietly: "In this way, I will add some more money, as long as you win, you can take 310 million meters of gold." ”

"What are you kidding? 1,000,000 meters of gold and want to get the knife back? Then why don't I keep it to kill chickens, are you still fighting now? Don't hit me and go. Ling Feng pretended to be impatient.

"Ten million!" Beichen Wasteland said in a muffled voice, because he realized at this time that he had ignored Ling Feng's lack of use of the Onimaru Knife to compete with him, so he had to increase the price.

"Nope."

"50 Million ......"

Ling Feng shook his head, then asked with a smile, "Let's not talk about the chicken killing knife, Master of the Wasteland, let me ask you, how sure are you that you will win?" ”

For the fat sheep, Ling Feng has always been in excellent condition, and he never minds holding the other party high, because only in this way can it be so cool to slaughter it......

“……”

Beichen Wasteland was naturally twelve points sure in his heart, but now that he hadn't started the fight after all, in case Ling Feng didn't want to use the knife as an additive, then even if he cut Ling Feng into eight pieces, it would be useless! Because there is no Onimaru Knife, is he still the head of Beichen's sword?

"Well, if you add another 200 million meters, I'll agree. There is no way, people die for money, and birds die for food! Well, this knife doesn't seem to be worth that much, you can completely refuse me. ”

Bage, what are you kidding, this is a sacred symbol of Beichen's sword, and it can be measured by money, which is simply an insult.

All this Beichen Wasteland could only think about in his heart, he naturally wouldn't scold, and when he heard that Ling Feng agreed to use the Onimaru Knife as an additive, he immediately nodded.

Now that the problem has been solved, the duel can naturally begin, and this time, neither of them used weapons, but chose to fight empty-handed......

Whether or not to use a knife is not much different for the old devil's realm, because he is all over his body, and it is all a knife! And Ling Feng, who wanted to experience the use of strength and strength, naturally would not use a sword again.

"Roar!"

Beichen Wasteland let out a long roar, as the howl sounded, the momentum of Beichen Wasteland became stronger and stronger, but Ling Feng who was a zhang away did not make any moves, as if he was waiting for Beichen Wasteland to finish his qi and blood, and his momentum was raised to the highest.

When the roar of the Beichen Wasteland sounded, Ling Feng's clothes fluttered back violently, like a banner in the wind, hunting! The whistling sound has endured for a long time, and the breath of the Beichen Wasteland has completely surpassed the limits of human beings.

Everyone present even doubted that if he stood in front of the Beichen Wasteland, would he be blown to the ground in one breath?

When the Beichen Wasteland was practicing on the seaside of the island country, if he was lucky enough to spit out, he could rush the waves in front of him backwards, which showed the strength of his internal breath.

After a long roar, Beichen Wasteland raised his right hand at the same time, and his left hand dragged back, and then the whole person swept out like lightning, and his raised right hand was like a big knife opening the mountain, slashing down towards the Ling Feng knife......

Watching the Beichen Wasteland rushing and attacking, Ling Feng stepped back, his body arched forward, his back was slightly raised, his hands were closed one by one, one virtual and one real, one yin and one yang, it was for Tai Chi!

"Wave!"

The knife is as hard as it is cutting into cotton. Ling Feng pushed and pushed, and a strong breath was about to come out, hitting the face of the Beichen Wasteland like a cannonball, which was exactly what Chen's Taiji was in - cannon hammer!

Beichen Wasteland moves are not old, there is still a back hand, at the same time as the Lingfeng cannon hit, the left hand dragged behind him turned the knife into a fist, the five fingers were suddenly clenched, and the bone joints "snapped" like firecrackers.

With the strength of this five-finger fist that burst out in an instant, Beichen Wasteland's fist was as solid as steel, colliding with Ling Feng's cannon thrash fiercely.

The muscles collided, the wind swayed in all directions, and the entire solid cement ring actually spread from under the feet of the two of them, and cracks snaked and spread like spider webs!

The right-handed knife is just a false momentum, and the real killing move is to turn the knife into a fist, and the five fingers clenched together instantly burst out with indestructible strength! Obviously, the Dao of the Beichen Wasteland has entered the realm of a martial arts master who is not bound by mud.

The two of them fought hard, and they both felt that one of the other party's fists was as hard as steel, and the other was like a sledgehammer. Thousands of pounds collided vigorously, and the skeletal muscles of the arm felt a burst of pain, and neither side took any advantage.

Under the strong inertia, Ling Feng took five steps back, and the condensation force penetrated his legs, which dissipated this powerful strength.

The Beichen Wasteland was also uncomfortable, and he took three steps back in a row, his chest was stuffy for a while, and his heart began to become vigilant......

But Beichen Wasteland didn't know at all that Ling Feng didn't condense his aura, he was only using the power of his body himself, but Beichen Wasteland's punch was already a blow!

. (To be continued.) )