This sentence, whether it is momentum or the number of bets, covers the words that Mu Zhendong made for Chu Feng just now!

20,000 notes, that is, 160,000 gold.

This is definitely not something that ordinary martial artists can afford.

Even, even some small families, or the power of thousands of people, may not be able to come up with 160,000 gambling money.

Everyone was stunned, and their eyes looked at the speaker not far away.

The person who spoke was none other than Xiong Wei and Xiong Wu's biological father, Xiong Zhan, the master of the Fear Gate!

I saw Xiong Zhan and his party of more than 20 people, striding towards this side.

Walking at the forefront is Xiong Zhan, Xiong Wei and Xiong Wu on the left and right flanks, followed by more than a dozen village owners and deacons.

The strength of this line of people is high, and it is not lower than the eightfold level of the refining period. And the deacons with low strength also have a fivefold refining period.

"Ah, it turned out to be Xiong Zhan, the master of the Fear Gate, who bet on his two sons! 20,000 bets, this is too big!"

"Today is really an eye-opener, and I have seen several rare martial arts masters at once!"

"I heard that Chu Feng and the Xiong family made a four-month decisive battle agreement, and now it's about the same, I don't know if they will have a decisive battle in advance in this martial arts competition?"

Seeing the group of people from the Fear Gate Bear Clan, it was obvious that they were not good at coming, and many martial artists here whispered about it.

After all, the matter of Chu Feng and the Fear Gate making a decisive battle had already spread throughout the entire Nine Mountains and Eighteen Veins, and the martial artists in the towns outside Hengshan had also heard of it.

Now that they see Xiong and Chu Feng face to face, they inevitably have to mumble a few words to see if there is anything hot to see.

"Hey, are you afraid that the world will not be chaotic? At this time, don't you deliberately fan the flames when you say such things?"

The deacon of the Yokoyama Outer Sect, who was in charge of betting, immediately shouted with a stern face.

However, at this time, no one needs to fan the flames, and anyone can already feel the two raging flames of war at the scene.

Two large groups of war flames, one burned on Chu Feng's body, and the other burned on the three fathers and sons of the Xiong family!

More than three feet away, the two sides were in a heavy fighting spirit, swords rattling, and a posture that was about to explode.

Chu Feng's eyes were as sharp as swords, and they were firmly fixed on the faces of the three fathers and sons of the Xiong family.

I haven't seen each other for a few months, and the strength of these three fathers and sons has obviously increased a lot.

Moreover, Chu Feng could feel that the three of them seemed to be working together, as if there was an invisible force that brought the three of them together.

One person is like three people, three people are like one!

And Xiong Zhan, Xiong Wei, and Xiong Wu were also full of fire, glaring angrily at Chu Feng a few feet away.

Chu Feng in front of him is not only the fierce rival of the Xiong clan who won the martial arts competition this time, but also the mortal enemy who killed Xiong Gang and Xiong Meng, and has a common enmity with the Xiong family!

When the enemy meets, he is very red-eyed.

This kind of anger burns, and the murderous aura of tearing the other party into pieces of flesh can be felt by everyone.

Chu Feng took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and was about to speak to the deacon who was in charge of betting, but Mu Zhendong gently patted Chu Feng's shoulder.

"I'm coming!"

Mu Zhendong whispered, and then said to the deacon, "I still bet on Chu Feng's bet, 50,000 bets!"

As soon as they heard this, the hundreds of warriors at the scene all held their breath.

50,000 bets, that's 400,000 gold!

How many tournaments, there has never been a 50,000 bet.

"Master Mu, are you sure to invest 50,000 on Chu Feng?"

The deacon had to make sure that he didn't gamble in bad spirits.

"Naturally, sure!"

Mu Zhendong nodded, with a look of ambition to win.

"Sixty thousand bets!"

Xiong Zhan's face did not change, and he loudly reported the bet he had placed this time.

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding warriors naturally exclaimed again.

And the three fathers and sons of the Xiong family, including the village owners and deacons who came with them, also cast provocative glances at Chu Feng and Mu Zhendong!

"Eighty thousand bets!"

Mu Zhendong also didn't want to think about it, and reported a number to the deacon again.

The martial artists next to them stared wide-eyed, and by this time, everyone knew that the Tianji Mu family and the Fear Gate were more powerful.

This time, the competition is not about force, but about financial resources!

In the cognition of all the martial artists, the financial resources of the Fear Gate are naturally not comparable to the Tianji Mu family, but if it is released, it can also make the Tianji Mu family bleed!

Hearing Mu Zhendong report 80,000 bets, Xiong Zhan's face flashed a trace of stiffness.

"100,000 bets!"

The next moment, Xiong Zhan loudly reported 100,000 bets.

100,000 notes, that's 800,000 gold!

This is definitely a great asset.

If a force can have 800,000 gold, it will be able to do some great things and revitalize it in an all-round way.

On the contrary, if one side loses 800,000 gold, its strength will definitely regress by several years, or even more than ten years, and it is not an exaggeration to slump.

"I can't imagine that the financial resources of the Fear Gate are so strong, and he threw out a big gamble of 800,000 gold in one go, without blinking an eyelid!"

"What does this mean? This shows that the Fear Gate not only has a lot of money to bet on and has strong financial resources, but also is determined to win this battle and win the battle!"

"That's not right, even if Xiong Wei and Xiong Wu can win the first place in the single list of the eight lists, is it determined that Chu Feng will not be able to win the first place in the single list?"

In this case, there is only one possibility, and that is...... The Xiong brothers are confident that they will defeat Chu Feng, and even kill Chu Feng! apart from this explanation, it doesn't make sense anymore!"

The surrounding warriors couldn't hold back any longer, and they talked about it one after another.

Some martial artists who thought they were far-sighted and sagacity also tried to analyze the changes in the strength and weakness of the four major forces of the Nine Mountains and Eighteen Veins and the possible great turmoil after this martial arts competition.

"Uncle Mu, it's okay to bet here, there's no need to compete with them!"

Chu Feng whispered in Mu Zhendong's ear, "Even if the Dreadful Gate bets on the entire Dreadful Gate, it is only a reckless bet, and then it is a real skill to be reckless in the ring of the martial arts competition!"

"Nephew Chu Xian, don't worry! Uncle Mu will neither lose nor lose! This bet is related to the momentum of the martial arts friends who support you, you must overpower him!"

Before, on the Heavenly Wolf River, Chu Feng frustrated Chrysanthemum Mao's sharpness and found a field for the Tianji Mu family, so now Mu Zhendong is also aggressive, and if he wants to support Chu Feng, he will never lose in the contest with the Xiong family.

Anyone who is listed as a popular martial artist by Hengshan Waizong has some supporters and optimistic people, and the number of bets on his body is directly related to the morale of this martial artist.

Every time you cast an extra bet, it is like one more shout and one more cheer, which can well support the momentum of the participating warriors!