"This ......"

Hearing Tong Feiming shouting, Feng Ruolan wanted to speak and stopped, she was hesitating, why did Tong Feiming answer so affirmatively, why did he think that Zhang Zichen could win this game?

You must know that as long as these juniors are fake, as seniors, they can see it at a glance.

When Feng Ruolan was hesitating, Duanmu Batian, Ying Jingtian and Hou Yushu hurriedly persuaded: "Senior Sister Feng (Senior Sister Feng), such a good thing, come and gamble on it! This Senior Brother Tong is a person who has been reluctant to pluck a single hair for hundreds of years, we will let him bleed today!"

"That's it, then I'll block it too!" Under the persuasion of everyone, Feng Ruolan finally took out a white jade box and prepared to hand it to Duanmu Batian.

But suddenly, a shadow rushed over and snatched the white jade box from Feng Ruolan's hand.

Everyone looked at it, and it turned out that the person who came was Ding Yao, who had just finished the game.

Feng Ruolan immediately scolded: "Yao'er, what are you doing?"

Duanmu Batian and the others also reprimanded: "That's it, Ding Yao, don't you want your master to win a big pill?"

Ding Yao smiled and said, "Uncles and uncles, it is precisely because I want the master to win that I don't let her bet indiscriminately." ”

"You ......" Duanmu Batian pointed at Ding Yao, "Then don't bet?"

"That's good!" Ding Yao mischievously put the white jade box on the table in front of Tong Feiming, and then said, "I want to block Zhang Zichen to win!"

Hearing this, Feng Ruolan, Duanmu Batian, Ying Jingtian and Hou Yushu were stunned.

Duanmu Batian was puzzled: "Ding Yao, are you crazy?"

Ding Yao shook his head, stuck out his little tongue, and said with a smile: "Uncle Duanmu, I'm not crazy! I just want to block Zhang Zichen to win, but we can say okay, if I win, then each of you has to give my master a big pill!"

"This ......" Duanmu Batian was speechless, "Little girl, you can think clearly, if your master loses, then your master has to give one to each of us." ”

"Well, I've figured it out!" As he spoke, Ding Yao turned his head, looked at Feng Ruolan, blinked, and said with a smile, "Master, what do you say? Bet on Zhang Zichen to win." ”

Feng Ruolan frowned.

Senior Brother Tong insisted that Zhang Zichen could win, and there must be a certain amount of truth.

And Ding Yao, some time ago, she ran to Qingmang Island twice in three days, she should know how Zhang Zichen's cultivation is.

Could it be that this Zichen is really not a waste?

Thinking of this, Feng Ruolan nodded helplessly, and agreed to bet that Zhang Zichen won.

Seeing this, Tong Feiming laughed: "Little girl, even if you have vision, you have to believe that you are Uncle Tong!"

Ding Yao smiled: "I just believe in Uncle Tong, so I stand on your side!"

When Duanmu Batian and the others heard this, they all persuaded each other, and they wanted Ding Yao to turn back in time, but it was still too late.

But for some reason, even Master Feng Ruolan wanted to regret it several times, but was blocked back by Ding Yao.

A good competition in the ring led to a small gamble.

said that after Duanmu Batian and others all bet, on the ring, the competition between Zhang Zichen and Jie Xinghe was about to begin.

Zhang Zichen and Jie Xinghe both stepped onto the stage, and Sikong Nan took the white jade slip of the two of them, which was also injected with true qi and authenticated identity.

"Jie Xinghe, the seventeenth thousand nine hundred and sixty-first generation disciple of Penglai Immortal Island, entered Feitian Immortal Island fifteen years ago, and is a proud disciple under Uncle Tong Feiming. ”

"Zhang Zichen, the 17,961st disciple of Penglai Immortal Island, worshiped under the disciple of Uncle Xiao of Xiao Jianshan in Qingmang Immortal Island five years ago, and has achieved good results through hard cultivation in the past few years. ”

In this competition, all of them were disciples of the latest generation, and almost all of them were fresh disciples from five to fifteen years old.

Because only these new disciples, who have talent, can inject fresh blood into the future Penglai Immortal Island.

With the start of Sikong Nan's game, Zhang Zichen and Jie Xinghe have already stood against each other.

At this time, Jie Xinghe, the corners of his mouth were already showing a smile, and he was almost certain that he would win against this waste Zhang Zichen.

So, Jie Xinghe untied the nine-section whip hanging on his waist, this was just a low-grade treasure weapon, and it was several levels worse than the low-grade spirit sword that Zhang Zichen carried.

But it doesn't matter, Jie Xinghe thinks that as long as his cultivation is above Zhang Zichen, he will be able to turn the inferior treasure weapon into decay, and defeating Zhang Zichen is only a matter of minutes.

And in the face of Jie Xinghe, Zhang Zichen did not dare to slack off.

Although Zhang Zichen didn't want to expose the secret that he had nine primordial gods, for the sake of the sect, for the sake of Qingmang Immortal Island, and for the sake of his own dignity, he still wanted to defeat Jiexinghe very much.

Zhang Zichen didn't know what the cultivation realm of Jie Xinghe was, it seemed that everything could only be taken one step at a time.

So, Zhang Zichen gently pulled out the spirit sword on his back.

This is a low-grade spirit sword, and the light that flickers on the spirit sword is stronger than the light that flashes on the nine-section whip.

But at this moment, more than 40,000 spectators in the audience shouted in unison: "Go down, go down, go down, go down!"

They kept shouting, shouting over and over again, and Zhang Zichen was upset when he listened.

Just to make you ignorant youngsters gain knowledge, I must win this game!

So Zhang Zichen took the lead without hesitation.

Zhang Zichen was as fierce as a tiger, a straight stab, and several sword qi roared out.

Jie Xinghe was stunned for a moment, and he almost hit the move, he rolled to the ground and dodged this dangerous sword.

But just this sword made Jie Xinghe drenched in cold sweat, and he seemed to realize that Zhang Zichen had shown mercy to his subordinates just now.

It's just this sword, and it was not only Feng Ruolan who was surprised, but also Duanmu Batian and others.

Among so many people, there are only the real person in charge of the sect, Yuan Yangzi and his disciple Sikong Nan, as well as Tong Feiming and his disciple Jiang Wen, there are only four of them, and everything seems to be under control and expected.

"Lost!?"

Just with this sword, Duanmu Batian seems to have predicted the outcome of this competition.

Sure enough, under the shouts of Qingmang Island Long Fei and others, Jie Xinghe wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead and began to stand again.

Suddenly, Jie Xinghe injected the true yuan into the nine-section whip.

Hisss hiss!

The nine-section whip was like a big snake that was moving, hanging in the air, ready to move towards Zhang Zichen.

Under the control technique of Jie Xinghe, the nine-section whip rushed towards Zhang Zichen.

Zhang Zichen smiled coldly, but it was the spirit sword that also performed the control technique, emitting a white light, and flew into the air in the blink of an eye.

Sonorous sonorous!

In mid-air, two weapons were intertwined, and two kinds of light flickered non-stop.

A moment later, the nine-section whips, which had been sliced into pieces, fell to the ground like rain.