Taking a deep breath, Yan Yangtian laughed angrily, but there was no hint of joy in his laughter, he glanced at Yan Batian coldly, and then said coldly and loudly: "I regret these two words and return them to the original, Yan Batian, I officially challenge you, if it is a man, don't refuse!"

Before he could speak, a figure flashed in front of Yan Batian's eyes, standing firmly in front of him, and a crisp and loud voice sounded in his ears, "How boring is it if you have a high cultivation to challenge a low cultivation monk?" If Brother Yang Tian has the courage, he can't help but change the challenge object and challenge me Qi Leming, what do you think?"

Looking at the King Kong-like iron tower figure, Yan Yangtian's eyes narrowed, and he was always a little dissatisfied with this monk surnamed Yan family, who had long occupied the title of the first monk of the same generation, and was competitive and competitive.

"Brother Le Ming, if you really want to point out the sunny sky, just in case this incident is over, find a clean place, and let's have a good comparison. ”

The thick eyebrows were upside down, and Qi Leming just wanted to speak, when a faint voice came from behind him, "Since Cousin Yangtian wants to be abusive, if I don't agree again, won't I fall into the prestige of the patriarch of the Yan family!"

Although the voice was not too loud, everyone who heard this was shocked and trembled.

Like a drop of cold water dripping into the boiling oil, the explosive news that Yan Batian accepted Yan Yangtian's challenge spread rapidly at an extremely fast speed, and the entire Yan Mansion immediately boiled.

"Cousin Batian, did you agree?"

Yan Yangtian, who was a little surprised, was stunned for a moment, and his handsome face turned red with excitement. He had been waiting for a long time for this opportunity to greatly increase his visibility.

The only son of the patriarch of the Yan family is a prodigal son who is lazy and unlearned, and the next generation of patriarchs of the Yan family will definitely not fall into his hands. This is something that everyone in the Yan family knows.

The new generation of powerful and hopeful Yan clan disciples are all staring closely at the throne of the patriarch, and the turbulent scene in the middle can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye.

"Young master, don't agree, you have only cultivated the third layer of Qi cultivation, and you can't fight him at all. ”

Qi Leming, who was a little anxious, turned around and wanted to grab Yan Batian's wrist and forcibly pull him away.

Yan Batian stood on the ground steadily, his face was indifferent, the curvature of disdain at the corner of his mouth was still there, and he looked at it with a provocative look, his face was like Yan Yangtian, who was smeared with rouge and was already breathing rapidly.

But Qi Leming was surprised to find that his lightning-fast grasp actually failed. This made him stunned for a moment, looking at Yan Batian in shock, unable to speak anymore.

"Cousin Yangtian, it's not interesting to challenge if you don't make some bets. In this way, if you win, I will see you walk around you later, and if I win, you will see me and walk around me. ”

The tip of his eyebrows was slightly raised, and Yan Batian said indifferently.

"The stakes are a little too small. When the loser sees the other party, he not only has to walk around the other party, but also has to offer fifty lower-grade spirit stones, how about it?"

Whenever he thought of Yan Batian's use of ten lower grade spirit stones a month, Yan Yangtian's heart went crazy with jealousy, since he mentioned the bet, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with taking the opportunity to rob him.

Smiling like a fox who has succeeded in his conspiracy, Yan Batian is secretly refreshed in his heart. I was really thirsty and met the sweet spring, and my drowsiness hit the pillow, and I came whatever I wanted.

Yan Batian now has no long things, and the only low-grade spirit stone on his body is already after being beaten by fat, he was led by the group of little kings and eight lambs of the Xiong family. If you want to buy something you urgently need, it's a pity that you are shy in your pocket, so you won't take it.

Now someone has taken the initiative to send the spirit stone over, if you don't want it, then you will be too sorry for yourself.

"Haha, Cousin Yangtian, it's only fifty lower-grade spirit stones, are you embarrassed to say?

Deliberately pretending to be indignant and annoyed, Yan Batian said with a laugh.

Yan Yangtian couldn't help frowning. Two hundred low-grade spirit stones? He is not a rich man. The cultivation amount that the family gave him every month was only five lower-grade spirit stones, which was not enough for his cultivation needs at all. If it weren't for the fact that my father often received help, and I often took on family tasks to earn spirit stones, I am afraid that my cultivation would have come to a standstill. Two hundred low-grade spirit stones meant a lot to him, and they couldn't be discarded casually.

"Don't you dare?"

Glancing at Yan Yangtian contemptuously, Yan Batian took out a storage bag and said with a tossing in his hand. Only he knew that the bag was empty.

"Yangtian, promise him!" a monk named Yan Wentian next to him suddenly said, "Our brothers still have two hundred low-grade spirit stones, I don't believe that this prodigal son of the family who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it will be your opponent?"

Yan Yangtian glanced at several dead friends behind him.

"Okay, two hundred lower-grade spirit stones are two hundred lower-grade spirit stones! Since you want to send spirit stones to our brother, we can't do without it, right?"

Laughing loudly, Yan Yangtian then looked at Yan Batian coldly and said, "Let's go, this place is not a place to compete, let's go to the arena to compete." If you have the guts, follow me!" After speaking, Yan Yangtian proudly stepped out of the cultivation square, and several dead friends behind him, including Yan Wentian, followed with the same confidence.

Watching a group of them walk away, Yan Batian motioned for Qi Leming to follow him.

Qi Leming, who knew about it, chose to comply, and he silently dodged his claw just now, he already knew in his heart that the young master he had always protected was not as simple and weak as it seemed on the surface.

"Do you want to earn some spirit stones?"

The cunning light in his eyes made Qi Leming stunned when he saw it, but he still replied honestly, "There are spirit stones to earn, so don't fools want to do it?"

"Open a stall, one to ten, bet on me to win!"

Putting down this sentence, Yan Batian dotingly pulled Yan Feiyan's little hand who was looking at him with a worried face, and left directly. Only Qi Leming, who was staring at his back with unbelievable eyes, stood on the ground stupidly and did not move for a long time.

Hearing the news that Yan Batian accepted Yan Yangtian's challenge and added another two hundred lower grade spirit stone bets, Yan Nanyuan directly sprayed the tea that had just been imported to the ground, and a pair of tiger eyes were bigger than copper bells.

After receiving the news of Yan Batian's resurrection, Yun Yinyue, who had just returned to Yan Mansion, also showed an extremely shocked look on her beautiful face, and her mouth opened involuntarily, as if she could stuff a duck egg.

After the couple looked at each other, they both saw a shocked and suspicious glint in each other's eyes. Ignoring communication, he rushed straight to the arena.

"My little ancestor, have you gone crazy, or have you stimulated your hidden talent after the Xiong Qixuan incident?"

Yan Nanyuan's confused eyes, the abrupt essence light skyrocketed, and he recalled the earth-shattering secret hidden in his precious son.