Ye Feng's eyes became strange, Meng Yun still dared to gamble, it was simply humiliating.

"Meng Yun, listen up. If I win, I'll just say a word. In front of everyone in the Purple Cloud Sect, I personally said that you Meng Yun will always be a younger brother in front of Ye Feng. ”

Well?

As soon as the words entered his ears, Meng Yun's eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

In fact, Meng Yun was still a little lucky in his heart, even if he lost, it didn't matter, just don't follow the surname Ye.

However, Ye Feng's request is too extreme, once he loses, how will he gain a foothold in the Purple Cloud Sect in the future? Even if he becomes an immortal master in the future, he will be laughed at by Wan Xiu in the Purple Cloud Sect.

"Meng Yun, look at your demeanor, are you afraid?" Ye Feng stood with his hands in his hands, staring at Meng Yun with a calm face with an evil smile and asking.

"I ....... ”

"Since you don't dare to gamble, don't shout in the future. When you meet me in the sect in the future, remember to take a detour. Ye Feng pursed his lips and said mockingly.

Meng Yun's face became redder and redder, and he knew very well that Ye Feng was provoking him, but it was really uncomfortable if he didn't spit out this sullen breath, but in case Ye Feng became a one-star immortal master, this face would be beaten by Ye Feng.

These are secondary, if they are accompanied by the old father, and they will not kill him when they hear about it?

After thinking about it, Meng Yun really couldn't make up his mind, so he had to peek at Deacon Wu Ganglie.

Wu Ganglie was squinting his eyes and pouting at Ye Feng, as if he was aware of Meng Yun's pleading gaze, he smiled softly, and walked between the two of them with a ring ruler in his hand.

This move made Ye Feng frown slightly, and the next second he seemed to be smiling, and his expression was a little more evil.

"The sect master has previously ordered that the two of you should not be allowed to fight. Wu Ganglie turned to the side slightly, winked at Meng Yun, and said, "However, his old man didn't say that gambling is not allowed." I think you can give it a try. ”

Ye Feng had already seen that this deacon Wu Ganglie favored Meng Yun, the reason for this may be that Wu Ganglie knows Meng Wenlong, or he may know the strength of the Meng family, and in the future, Meng Wenlong will know today's events, and he will definitely reward him Wu Ganglie.

"Deacon Wu, it seems that you can't trust Ye. Ye Feng looked at Wu Ganglie with a wicked smile and asked.

"Well, this deacon does not take a stand, lest you, a madman, call me unjust again. ”

"Deacon Wu, Ye Mou has always liked to play big, are you interested in gambling?"

"You want to bet with me?" Wu Ganglie raised his eyebrows and asked with a playful look on his face.

"Of course!" Ye Feng nodded.

"Interesting! Ye Feng, don't say that I look down on you, you are just a ten-star immortal, what can you take out to bet with this deacon?"

"It depends on what you want. If it's a gamble, Ye will dare to play with you. Ye Feng replied indifferently.

"Yo he! ”

Wu Ganglie re-examined Ye Feng, and the more he looked at this guy, the more he felt that he was a madman.

"Deacon Ben will not gamble with you, even if he wins, he will be said by outsiders that I am bullying the small. You can take out any thing, an immortal art, a weapon, or an elixir can be used as a bet, and if I lose, I will give you something of double value. ”

"Oh?"

Ye Feng's eyes flashed slightly, this was an opportunity to slaughter Wu Ganglie, and he didn't think much about it anymore and immediately opened the system store and chose the weapon bar.

About three seconds or so passed, Ye Feng's right hand flicked, and there was an extra sword in his palm.

"This sword, the name of Qiushui, the next grade king. If you don't gamble with Ye, then Ye will take it out and gamble. ”

Ye Feng waved his right arm, and the sword in his hand swished in an arc, and it was firmly inserted in front of Wu Ganglie.

Looking at the sword in front of him, Wu Ganglie glanced up at Ye Feng again, then stepped forward to pull out the Qiushui sword, and after looking at it for a while, his complexion changed for the first time.

"You...... How can you have a king-level sword?" Wu Ganglie's expression was slightly solemn, and he lost his previous playfulness.

Ye Feng smiled disdainfully.

"Dare to bet?"

"I ....... ”

Wu Ganglie concluded.

Ye Feng's guess before was right, the reason why Wu Ganglie helped Meng Yun was because he and Meng Yun's father knew each other, and they had been friends for decades, so when he persuaded him, he gave Ye Feng a ring ruler.

Originally, Wu Ganglie thought that Ye Feng would swallow it in his stomach if he was angry, but he didn't think that this guy would resist angrily, and even alarmed the sect leader Qingyun Dao who was watching from the peak.

If that's the case, that's it, and now the black-robed man wants to gamble with him again, obviously to the end.

"Where are you from? Perhaps, Deacon Ben should not be unpleasant when he meets your elders. ”

Wu Ganglie was very cautious and did not immediately agree to Ye Feng.

This is not surprising, what a king-level blade represents, Wu Ganglie, as a deacon, knows very well in his heart.

Because even he only has two king-level blades, the high-grade king-weapon ink jade sword and the middle-grade king-weapon silver dragon spear.

"Deacon Wu, don't be foolish, I don't have any background, and I don't need a backer. Because of me, Ye Feng himself, is the biggest backer. ”

Blatantly pretending to be forced, no matter what kind of bullshit deacon he is, or how many immortals there are around, what Ye Feng cares about is the system prompt sound that keeps coming from his mind, secretly inquiring about the pretending value swishing up, Ye Feng feels a little unable to stop the car.

On the other hand, Wu Ganglie's expression became more and more gloomy.

He really couldn't figure it out, why the longer he contacted Ye Feng, the more uneasy he became, so that he hesitated to bet, this was not his character.

On the side, maybe Meng Yun also saw it, and walked slowly to Wu Ganglie's side.

"Deacon, I'm very confused about whether to gamble or not, I was the same just now, but one of your glances gave the junior confidence, and that kid was pretending. ”

"Pretending? But he was able to take out the royal weapon, and there was not the slightest worry on his face, which made me feel a little uneasy. Wu Ganglie lowered his voice and whispered.

"Deacon, you can't be cowardly. You see that thousands of immortal disciples around you are looking at you, if you don't dare to bet, I am afraid that you will ...... in the Purple Cloud Sect in the future. Meng Yun chuckled lightly and didn't say any more.

Wu Ganglie was by no means stupid, he naturally heard the meaning of Meng Yun's words, and immediately glared at him fiercely.

However, Wu Ganglie felt that what Meng Yun said was also reasonable, if he retreated today, his status in the hearts of these immortals would definitely plummet in the future, who could still listen to him?

Thinking of this, Wu Ganglie took a deep breath and looked at Ye Feng.

"Well, if you don't say it, if your elders blame it in the future, then you won't be able to blame this deacon. ”

Wu Ganglie wiped the Qiankun bag on his waist with his right hand, and immediately added a silver spear in his palm, and swept the Qiushui Sword into the ground, and the sword flew towards Ye Feng with a swish, and was firmly grasped in his hand.

"Your sword is a low-grade king-weapon, and my spear is a medium-grade king-weapon. I'll make a bet on it, and if I lose, the silver dragon lance...... It's yours. ”