Chen Hao asked Jung Jae-ho to detain instead of detaining himself, and the reason is very simple.

He didn't want to be too ostentatious.

You must know that these are ten high-grade spirit stones.

One high-grade spirit stone is equal to one hundred medium-grade spirit stones, and ten is equal to one thousand medium-grade spirit stones.

It is equivalent to all the net worth of two second-layer martial artists of the Tongtian Realm.

It's definitely a huge amount of money.

Take it out and make a sensation.

Chen Hao is no longer the character he was still in the limelight two years ago.

Low-key, everything low-key.

Making a fortune in a muffled voice is the last word.

Holding ten crystal clear spirit stones in his hand, Zheng Zaiho was also quite excited, he was the prince of Goryeo, and it was true that he was rich, but he had never had so much money.

"Good guy, how nice would it be if this were mine?" Zheng Jaeho's heart was a little fluttering.

Rao is also covetous of so many spirit stones.

"You, just rest assured of me, aren't you afraid that I will run away with the money?" Zheng Zaiho looked at Chen Hao in surprise, and wondered in his heart, is this guy really so relieved?

"You can run away, as long as you have the guts. Chen Hao smiled indifferently, waved his hand, and ignored him and turned towards his residence.

"Oh, yes. After walking a few steps, Chen Hao paused, and didn't see him look back: "Remember, I don't want to know that I pressed it, and when I win the money, find someone who is not there, quietly give it to me." ”

After saying this, Chen Hao didn't wait for Jung Jae-ho to answer, hummed a small tune comfortably, and walked forward.

Zheng Jae-ho watched Chen Hao leave, knowing that Chen Hao disappeared around the corner, he came back to his senses.

"These are ten high-grade spirit stones. ”

"I've never owned so many high-grade spirit stones. ”

"I shouldn't have smuggled away with the money. "Jung Jae-ho is engaged in a strong ideological struggle in his heart.

He also wants to occupy this spirit stone for himself.

Nonsense, so much money, who doesn't want to embezzle.

But after thinking about it, reason still prevailed, he knew very well that as long as he swallowed this spirit stone privately, Chen Hao would definitely chase him to the ends of the earth, thinking of his terrifying strength that his father might not be able to win, he was afraid for a while.

"Huaxia is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Jung Jae-ho let out a long sigh of relief.

Then he ran in the direction of the ring with ten high-grade spirit stones.

In the ring, the competition is still going on, as if it has reached a white-hot state.

Jung Jae-ho didn't have the heart to watch the game, so he pushed away the crowd: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, I'm going to press 'Birdman Win'." ”

"Yo, isn't this Prince Zheng? You also have time to play this. "The one who opened the village was a big bald man with a tiger's back and a height of at least two meters.

He was shirtless in leather trousers and had thick black hair on his chest.

is big, and his voice is also very rough: "Haha, since Prince Zheng wants to play, you press the birdman, come, press as much." ”

"Ten ......" said this, Zheng Zainan immediately changed his words: "Eleven high-grade spirit stones." ”

Chen Hao only gave Zheng Zaihao ten high-grade spirit stones.

Zheng Zaiho was thinking, Chen Hao dared to press so much, he should be sure again, so he also pressed one.

Burst!

The bare-chested rice country, hearing this, almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

Eleven high-grade spirit stones?

Grandma's, playing so big?

"How about it, don't you dare to bet?" Zheng Zaichan looked at him.

"Fake, what dare to bet, let alone eleven high-grade spirit stones, even a hundred I dare to take it. ”

"That's what you said, don't be remiss when the time comes. ”

"Whose account I rely on, I don't dare to rely on your Prince Zheng's account!"

Time, in anxious waiting, nervously passed, and the two people in the ring had been competing for half an hour.

That's how it is with the masters.

If there is a big difference in strength, one move can often determine the winner.

But if the difference in strength is not big, the competition usually lasts for a long time.

It's like now.

The birdman and Peng Jingyang's cultivation are the same, they can be said to be evenly matched, and they have been fighting for half an hour, and they are still inseparable.

Half an hour passed again.

The birdman is getting braver and braver, and Peng Jingyang gradually begins to be overstretched.

Originally, the two were attacking each other.

But now it has become a birdman attack, and Peng Jinyang only has a defensive part.

Boom!

Finally, Birdman grabbed a gap in Peng Jinyang and kicked Peng Jinyang directly out of the ring with a side kick.

Leaving the ring is considered a loss.

Quiet!

With Peng Jingyang's fall, the audience suddenly fell silent.

The people on the Huaxia side saw that Peng Jinyang was defeated, and their faces were extremely ugly.

And those people in the island country, after a short immersion, cheered enthusiastically.

"Victory!"

"Yay!"

"Long live Miaoren!"

"Invincible!"

Excited, those people from the island country rushed into the ring one after another and threw him high.

One family rejoices and one sorrows.

"I lost, I actually lost. Under the ring, Peng Jingyang stood up with difficulty.

Wow!

As soon as he stood up, the qi and blood in his chest surged directly, and he saw that his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly.

"I lost. Peng Jingyang really wanted to rush forward and fight with the birdman for 300 rounds.

However, the injuries in his body made him understand that he could not even stand up now, let alone fight.

"Hahaha, Peng Jingyang, the first day of the dog and fart in Huaxia is not defeated in my hands. Standing on top of the ring, the birdman who was surrounded by those guys from the island country in the center was condescending, overlooking Peng Jingyang, who was kicked out of the ring by himself, with a proud and arrogant expression.

"How's that, convincing or not?"

"If you don't accept it, you're fighting!"

"Birdman, I'll grass your grandma. Peng Jingyang's mouth was full of blood.

Although he lost by force, he couldn't lose his backbone, and endured the severe pain in his body, Peng Jingyang deliberately straightened his waist and glared at the birdman: "Birdman, sooner or later, one day I will defeat you." ”

"Hehe, I'll wait. Birdman sneered.

......

"Made, we've lost money. ”

"Grass, I don't have any fart skills, and I don't feel ashamed to learn martial arts competitions. ”

"Mother, this loss, it's not just your face that you lose, our Huaxia face has been lost by you. ”

"Grass, whatever. ”

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Before this, I don't know how many Chinese people had high hopes for Peng Jingyang.

Can ...... now

They were disappointed.

Peng Jingyang lost, and he lost to the feuding island people, and they also felt that their faces were gloomy.

The sound of swearing came from all around.

"Hey!" Looking at Peng Jingyang, who was lost at the moment, Xue Meiniang sighed silently.

She knows very well how hard this incident has hit Peng Jingyang.

"Hopefully you'll not be decadent just like that. ”

At this time, Xue Meiniang seemed to remember something: "Oh, I also bet on Peng Shao Sect Master to win, and I lost money?"

(End of chapter)