Many monks who were preparing to participate in the competition, when they heard that two of them were about to test the ancient sword stele, they all gathered around.

"Tsk, this kid, is he really bold, how dare he compete with Du Ziteng"?

"I see, this boy's head has been caught in the door panel. ”

"Du Ziteng knows Elder Taishang, how can Yang Changyao compete with him."

"This kid is going to be unlucky, and he will definitely kill himself under the ancient knife pool. ”

"Haha, this is also his own doing. ”

None of these onlookers were optimistic about Qin Feng, their eyes were cold when they looked at Qin Feng, as if Qin Feng was looking at another dying person.

Under the remarks of the past four weeks, Du Ziteng's face became more arrogant, as if he had won this ancient knife competition.

On the other hand, Qin Feng's face was as calm as water, as if the ridicule of these monks was not mocking him at all.

The elder of the Golden Sword Sect glanced at Qin Feng and Du Ziteng and said, "Who will come first?"

"Naturally, I came first. Du Ziteng's face was full of pride, he strode forward, and said to Qin Feng with contempt: "Boy, you give me wide eyes and see how many ancient knives I can attract!"

Tianjiao looked at Du Ziteng, holding his breath and concentrating, without a sound, wanting to see what kind of results Du Ziteng could win.

I saw Du Ziteng walking under the ancient knife, and his breath suddenly changed.

If Du Ziteng just now was an unsheathed treasure knife, then Du Ziteng at this moment was already an unsheathed treasure knife.

"Elder Taishang, Huang Ancestor, the head of the Golden Sword Sect."

Du Ziteng shouted loudly.

The ancient knife that kept wandering in the sky actually had sixty-five handles, and at the same time pointed the tip of the knife at Du Ziteng, suddenly blazing, emitting a crisp hiss, and the body was violent, swooping in, surrounding Du Ziteng's figure, constantly wandering, as if he was completely crazy for Du Ziteng.

At this moment, everyone's face 'color' changed instantly, and their faces were full of shock!

How can it be!

Du Ziteng actually attracted sixty-five handles?

It took a long time for everyone to come back to their senses and gasp.

"Sixty-five swords! Someone actually triggered sixty-five ancient knives!"

"Damn, this is only one handle away from the original master!"

"How can this Du Ziteng be so powerful!"

"He actually knows Elder Taishang.." ？

At the same moment, a thought also appeared in the hearts of these Tianjiao;!

In this Hundred Knife Conference, Du Ziteng is second only to the head of the Golden Sword Sect, and when the Hundred Knife Conference is over, it will surely soar to the sky and shake the continent!

You must know that this is sixty-five ancient swords, and so far, it is second only to the head of the Golden Sword Sect!

And it is also the second place in all rankings.

Not to mention geniuses such as Jian Zhouyan, Shi Zhenxiang, and others!

Du Ziteng didn't have any expression on his face, then looked at Qin Feng and said, "Yang Changyao, it's your turn!"

Many geniuses who knew the gambling game were all stunned.

Still gambling now?

Isn't this a sign of losing?

You must know that if you want to win Du Ziteng, you must at least attract sixty-six ancient knives, which is at the same level as the master!

On par with the boss?

How is this possible!

In this gamble, there is no doubt that Qin Feng will definitely lose!

"Wait, I have something to do, I'll come first". At this time, Zhu Chengjing suddenly stood up and said.

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Many Tianjiao, seeing Zhu Chengjing walking out, looked at Zhu Chengjing one after another.

They don't know how many ancient knives this Zhu Chengjing can induce.

After all, Zhu Chengjing was the first day of the inner door.

The eyes of many monks were directly on Zhu Chengjing's body.

Zhu Chengjing walked under the ancient knife pool and shouted directly: "Elder Taishang, Wang Laozu, Chen Laozu..."

Swish!

At this moment, the ancient knife swimming in the sky, with a full seventy-one handles, without the slightest hesitation, quickly swam around, around Zhu Chengjing, flying up and down, as if dancing with Zhu Chengjing's yellow light!

Airplanes!

At this moment, the faces of hundreds of monks changed drastically.

Their minds were briefly blank, and there was only one thought left in their minds......

Seventy-one handles!

Zhu Chengjing actually touched seventy-one handles!

You must know that the highest record in the Hundred Sword Pool is only sixty-six handles, which is still a record set by the head of the Golden Sword Sect.

"How is this possible!"

All the monks were shocked.

This is seventy-one handles, looking at the 100 knife competitions over the years, there are no people who can achieve this result!

The people who obtained sixty achievements at the beginning, without exception, have all become a generation of powerhouses, and they are powerful in the Megatron Continent!

Whereas!

Zhu Chengjing even won 71 results.

His future achievements are absolutely limitless.

"Hahaha!" At this moment, a loud laugh suddenly sounded in the Golden Sword Sect: "Not bad, yes, worthy of being a genius disciple of my Golden Sword Sect!"

This person is the head of the Golden Sword Sect, because of Zhu Chengjing's achievements, he couldn't sit still anymore, and stood up directly!

The other elders also all stood up and congratulated the head of the Heavenly Golden Sword Sect.

After all, those who can draw sixty long knives will become strong in the future.

And Zhu Chengjing attracted seventy-one long knives, and he would definitely be able to become a Jindan Ancestor in the future, or a Yuanying True Monarch.

Shi Zhenxiang was already standing there in shock, he didn't expect that he had just won the first place, and he would be compared to Du Ziteng.

Now he has been compared to Zhu Chengjing again.

Although it is only a dozen long knives, it is a huge chasm.

Tianjiao came back to his senses and looked at Zhu Chengjing's eyes with deep admiration.

At this time, Du Ziteng suddenly pointed at Qin Feng and said loudly: "Qin Feng, can you kill yourself?"

When all the disciples heard this, they came back to their senses and looked at Qin Feng in unison.

One by one, their eyes showed a deep disdain, ridicule and playfulness.

This Yang Changyao, competing with Du Ziteng to try the ancient knife, is definitely self-defeating.

Even if it was any one of them, it was estimated that they would be able to beat Yang Changyao on the ancient knife.

Even these strong qi cultivators can't compare to Du Ziteng in the ancient knife.

And this kid who doesn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth actually rushed to find Du Ziteng to try the ancient knife?

Isn't this looking for death?

The elder of the Heavenly Golden Sword Sect on the side couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

In the face of Du Ziteng's sixty-five estimates, Qin Feng was bound to lose.

"I haven't even competed yet, why do you think I've lost, it's only sixty-five, you're just a waste." Qin Feng's eyes were full of contempt.

Throughout the scene, everyone was like thunder, showing a shocked expression.

"This kid is crazy, right?

"The genius who can attract sixty-five handles is already the third on the entire list, except for Zhu Chengjing and the head of the Golden Sword Sect, who is still as good as him!"

"I estimate that this kid can attract up to twenty ancient knives." ！

"Twenty, you think too highly of this kid, he can't even attract ten ancient knives. ”

At this moment, everyone looked at Qin Feng with stupid expressions, and their eyes were full of mockery.

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