Jin Sheng's words were also violent, and more than a dozen male deacons couldn't help but be stunned.

"Is this bullying my male clan no one? Okay, I'll bet with you!"

A white-faced deacon stood up and said, "I bet 100,000 gold to bet on the victory of Dongzhe Gongzi!"

"100,000 gold, play while flashing early! 1 million gold! If you can afford to gamble, stand up and speak!" Jin Sheng said loudly.

"One million gold, Jin Sheng, you take out a million gold for me to see!" another deacon interjected.

"Then keep your eyes open and look carefully!"

As he spoke, Jin Sheng's hand flickered, and he had already taken out more than a dozen golden tickets from the storage bag.

These are all the largest face value of golden tickets, one is 100,000 gold, and Jin Sheng has at least 144 or 5 gold in his hand, that is, about 1.5 million gold.

As soon as these golden tickets came out, the male deacons were dumbfounded, and they could see a golden ticket of 100,000 gold, which was not a small blessing for the eyes, and more than a dozen golden tickets of 100,000 gold were stacked together, which was really eye-opening.

They all knew that Jin Sheng, the three-capable female of the female clan, was a rich master, but they couldn't imagine that Jin Sheng really had a lot of money in his pocket, and he carried 1.5 million gold tickets with him.

"How's that, dumbfounded, right? Who would dare bet on me?"

Jin Sheng shook the golden ticket in his hand, and said proudly, "Otherwise, each of the thirteen of you will bet 100,000 gold, and I will bet with you 1.3 million gold!

"Okay, bet!"

The white-faced deacon said "bet", and the other deacons naturally didn't admit it, and they all shouted "bet"!

Although the thirteen deacons all participated in the gamble, several of them faintly felt that this gamble was not good, because looking at the current battle situation, although Dongzhe had the upper hand, Chu Feng was obviously not easy to deal with.

If Dong Zhe's strength was stronger than Chu Feng, Chu Feng should have been cleaned up a long time ago, but this is not the case.

Whew!

Whew!

Chu Feng's swift wind steps spread out like a great river, endlessly, and four pillars of wind rolled in, whistling to attack Dong Zhe.

Although Dong Zhe's body still has a layer of gravitational protection, but now resisting Chu Feng's wind pillar attack is not as powerful as just now, and he can only block the wind pillar half a zhang away, which is nearly half a reduction from the initial blocking range!

Chu Feng was wandering quickly, but he was not anxious in his heart, because looking at this situation, Dong Zhe wanted to maintain the efficacy of Lihegong, and he also had to continuously supply internal qi, and with the decrease of his internal qi, the effect of Lihegong was gradually decreasing.

And when it comes to the strength of the competition, Chu Feng is confident that the two Dongzhe will not be his opponents!

"Hehe, Dong Zhegongzi's strength is extraordinary, and it is unparalleled, and this invisible and untouchable wall of strength around him makes Chu Feng have nowhere to start!"

"Well, if it goes on like this, I don't think it will take a cup of tea at most, and Chu Feng will definitely lose! When the time comes, the gambling money of 1.3 million gold will be enough for our brothers to be happy for a while!"

"Haha! After a cup of tea, Dongzhe Gongzi took revenge, but we got the jackpot, which is really a great joy!"

Several deacons looked proud, their arms clasped in front of their chests, and they carefully watched the fight between Chu Feng and Dongzhe.

These deacons spoke lightly, but Dongzhe in the battle secretly complained in his heart.

As Chu Feng expected, if Dong Zhe wanted to exert his strength and strength, so that he could continue to form an invisible and qualitative defense around his body, he must constantly consume his own internal qi.

Generally speaking, the more powerful the exercises, the more they are performed, they are either very consuming of the body or very consuming of internal qi.

Dong Zhe's power is very low, but the consumption of internal qi is very high.

And if Dongzhe's internal qi supply is not available, then the defensive effect of Li Hegong will plummet, and in the end, it will be useless.

"Hold on! Although Chu Feng's internal qi is not below me, it is not much stronger than me! Moreover, if he performs such a strong footwork, it must also be very consuming internal qi! As long as my internal qi can last one breath longer than his, he will definitely die! What's more, I still have a return qi dispersion on my body!"

Dong Zhe attacked Chu Feng with a spear, and he was also thinking about it in his heart.

At this moment, Chu Feng's footwork changed, and the wind pillar under his feet suddenly disappeared.

"Hmm? Is his internal qi finally gone? The wind pillar is gone, isn't this a sign that his internal qi is not continuous?" Dongzhe was suddenly overjoyed in his heart.

Buzzing!

Buzzing!

Suddenly, there was a faint buzzing sound in the space!

"Ah, what's that sound? My head hurts!"

"My chest...... It's like being pricked with a sharp needle!"

Several deacons who were watching the battle suddenly became frightened.

No one knows where this strange sound came from, but this humming sound penetrated into the ears, but it was like a long sword piercing the brain, and a giant hammer smashed into the chest, making people churn and extremely uncomfortable.

Burst!

Suddenly, one of the deacons opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and immediately fell to the ground.

Syllable!

The other deacon was even more in the air, and after rolling backwards in mid-air, he snapped and fell heavily on the ice like a dead fish, his body stiffened, his mouth foamed, and he was unconscious.

Yes!

Two or three more deacons screamed loudly, and one of the deacons held his head in pain and slammed it against the hard ice, making a thumping sound.

Another deacon clutched his chest as if he was about to tear it open, and the expression on his face was even more painful, and his facial features were distorted.

"Ah, what's going on? How can this be? What the hell is that?"

"Hurry! Cover your ears tightly! This must be Chu Feng's ghost!

As soon as the deacon finished speaking, he had already covered his ears tightly, but he felt a force seep through his two nostrils, and instantly reached his brain, and after a scream, he also did a backflip on the spot, and then fell heavily on the ice, his face was distorted, and he bled to death.

This huge change came suddenly, and several of the deacons who were still alive were so stunned that they stood there like puppets and did not dare to move, let alone say a word, and even forgot to cover their ears with their hands.

And the female warriors on the side of Hengmei are also not far from the battle circle, but none of them were injured.

"It seems that this weird buzzing sound is indeed a technique performed by Chu Feng!" Heng Mei nodded and whispered to the female warriors around him.

All the women were very strange, they didn't see Chu Feng knocking on anything, and they didn't see Chu Feng shouting, how did this humming sound that couldn't be stopped, come out?

"Sisters, look, what's wrong with this kid Dongzhe?"

Suddenly, Chu Feng was walking quickly, pointing at Dong Zhe who was two feet away, and said with a smile, "Dong Zhe, are your kid's eggs clipped?"