Han Yi didn't go to the talent test, so he didn't know what happened that day.

Lu Yanjia looked at Feng Nanfeng in the stands, shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity for this Han friend of yours. ”

Han Yi was surprised, with Feng Nanfeng's cultivation, couldn't he still enter the Fish Dragon Academy?

Lu Yanjia told everything that day.

It turned out that Feng Nanfeng's talent test results, everything was good at the beginning, and kendo was even favored by all the instructors present.

But when testing the martial soul, everyone found out that this kendo genius of the Han clan, the fifteenth-stage martial artist, actually had a waste martial soul.

"Waste Martial Soul?" Han Yi was stunned, a little incredulous, "How can Brother Feng be a waste martial soul?"

Lu Yanjia said: "I don't believe it either, but that's the case." The Ichthyosaurus Academy does not accept students who have abolished martial souls, and even if Brother Feng passes the autumn hunting assessment, he will naturally be brushed down. ”

Han Yi didn't speak again, quietly looking at Feng Nanfeng on the stage, in addition to respect, there was also a feeling of sympathy in his heart.

The Waste Martial Soul is a little better than the previous one, although the Martial Soul is just a useless phantom, but at least it can still cultivate Xuan Qi.

He used to not even have a martial spirit, he knew that kind of pain, and he admired from the bottom of his heart for a person like Feng Nanfeng who was constantly striving for self-improvement.

On the stage, Feng Nanfeng and Liu Jingyuan were already standing opposite each other, speechless, and an invisible murderous aura was surging.

In the arena of life and death, life and death will be divided!

The person on the stage of the treasure tower introduced loudly: "Feng Nanfeng, good sword, martial artist fifteen stage cultivation, abolish martial soul." Liu Jingyuan is also good at swords, fifteen stages of cultivation, and the martial soul is a first-class remnant sword. ”

"Both are priced at 1-to-1 and start betting now. ”

Just after this person finished speaking, the formation in the ring was triggered, and a light curtain appeared in the void behind Feng Nanfeng and Liu Jingyuan at the same time.

Everyone watching in the audience has a spar connected to the formation in their hands, as long as they bet on someone through the spar, the name of the person who bet on that person will be added to the light curtain behind the person.

People whispered and began to bet their money on the people they were optimistic about, only to see Liu Jingyuan's back densely packed, all of which were the names of the bettors.

But the light curtain behind Feng Nanfeng was blank, and no one was optimistic about him.

How can a person who abolishes martial arts souls be favored by others?

Liu Jingyuan laughed smugly, as if he had the chance to win, but Feng Nanfeng was still expressionless, as cold as his black long sword.

Next to the voice, the maid who accompanied Han Yi over whispered: "Han Shao, Sister Lu, are you also betting and playing?"

Han Yi looked at Feng Nanfeng with appreciation, and of course he had to support his friends: "I bet 300,000 taels of gold, and I bet that Feng Nanfeng can win." ”

Lu Yanjia also followed: "I also bet on the wind and south wind to win, 300,000 taels of gold." ”

The maid was stunned for a moment and said, "Han Shao and Sister Lu have to think clearly, Feng Nanfeng has no martial spirit, and there is not much chance of winning." ”

"We think very clearly. Han Yi and Lu Yanjia said at the same time.

Both of them know Feng Nanfeng's strength, and they know that they can win, in fact, even if they can't win, it's just some gold outside their bodies, which is counted as cheering for their friends.

The maid nodded and helped Han Yi and the two of them bet a total of 600,000 taels of gold on Feng Nanfeng. Behind him, the names of Han Yi and Lu Yanjia suddenly appeared.

"What, there are still people who are so short-sighted that they would bet money on a person who has abolished a martial spirit?"

"It's Han Yi and Lu Yanjia, who have been very popular recently, who dare to do this with a thousand of us, and see how they lose. ”

Seeing two names appear behind Feng Nanfeng, the crowd let out a burst of surprise and mockery.

Han Yi and Lu Yanjia actually thought that the wind south wind of the abolished martial soul would win?

Except for the two of them, more than 1,000 people here are all betting on Liu Jingyuan to win, could it be that Han Yi's vision will be more accurate than the sum of a thousand people?

In this situation, everyone has an interesting look, waiting to see Han Yi and Lu Yanjia lose money.

Where Xiao Feiyang and Zhang Shaofan were, Xiao Feiyang suddenly stood up and laughed loudly: "Han Yi, your vision is really unique, more than a thousand of us think that we will lose, but you want to bet on him to win, and the result must be embarrassing." ”

"Young Master Feiyang is right, Han Yi bets that this Han clan person wins, and he will definitely lose all his money. ”

"The reputation of a loser is not spread randomly, Han Yi is used to doing waste materials, and he is not afraid of doing more embarrassing things. ”

Beside Xiao Feiyang, two followers teased, the cultivation of these two people is not bad, at the age of about thirty, they are already the peak of the fifteenth stage of martial arts.

Next to Zhang Shaofan, Feng Lie, and another person from the Han clan who had taken refuge in the past stood next to him with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, obviously adapting to the role of a follower.

Wang Feng also stood up and sneered: "Do you really think that you are amazing? Dare to sing against more than 1,000 of us? Two self-righteous fools." ”

The red-clothed beauty beside him did frown, seeming to be a little disgusted.

Han Yi and Lu Yanjia did not respond, leaving their eyes on the ring.

Now for Xiao Feiyang, Han Yi is a little disdainful, this kind of person who will abandon his brothers in the clan and run away does not even have the qualifications to be his opponent, but he just did not take his head for the time being.

On stage, the battle began in an instant.

Liu Jingyuan has the support of thousands of people, and his momentum is great, and he is a killer move as soon as he makes a move, and the martial soul and swordsmanship are two-pronged, and the offensive is fierce.

Feng Nanfeng retreated step by step, and the black sword in his hand was only blocked, and there was not much action to fight back.

"I didn't expect to win so soon. ”

"Sure enough, the abolition of the martial soul just can't do it, and there is no power to fight back. Haha, Han Yi, this guy, this time he lost money and lost face. ”

When people were talking, Xiao Feiyang, Wang Feng and other opponents of Han Yi all had contemptuous smiles, and they only waited for Han Yi to lose money, and then ridiculed them fiercely.

On the stage, Liu Jingyuan's martial soul sword slashed horizontally, but the sword in his hand was stabbed obliquely, forcing Feng Nanfeng back a few steps, and the danger was full of dangers.

Seeing this, Xiao Feiyang suddenly burst into laughter: "Han Yi, you are doomed." ”

Han Yi always looked at the situation on the stage, and when he saw Feng Nanfeng retreating again, he suddenly affirmed: "Xiao Lu, we won." ”

As he spoke, Feng Nanfeng saw a gap, and the long sword stabbed out like lightning, and it was extremely clever to pass Liu Jingyuan's martial soul and long sword, and a sword pierced his eyebrows.

Liu Jingyuan's eyes widened in disbelief, he was very unwilling to lose in such a good situation.

But losing means death, and even if you are unwilling, you can only fall down and become a corpse.

There was a sudden silence in the audience, and Feng Nanfeng actually won?

The eyes of more than a thousand people are really not as accurate as Han Yi and Lu Yanjia!

Wang Feng was a little sluggish, Xiao Feiyang, Zhang Shaobai and the others had a look like swallowing flies, and just now they shouted that Han Yi would lose, but they didn't expect to be slapped in the face so soon.

The two cold clans were fierce, but they had a chill in their eyes, looking at the wind and south wind on the stage.

Han Yi squinted, shot a provocative gaze at Xiao Feiyang, and said with a smile: "Xiao coward, how does it taste to lose money?"