"There is no basis for your words!

Before the young man could speak, the disciples of Qingyue Altar opened their mouths in surprise.

The voice is in unison, just like a primary school student reading in the morning.

"Yes, do you dare to make a note?"

Although the young man was a little surprised, he also raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Don't be in charge!"

Faced with such a situation, Wen Liang panicked.

In his opinion, this is a must-lose game.

Because so far, the lame child has not had any cultivation foundation.

Moreover, a boy who is less than ten years old wants to advance to the ninth rank within half a year, which in itself is no different from a fool's dream.

He didn't care about Yin Hong's disgrace, because he had lost enough people, but what he represented now was the entire Canglang Sword Sect.

It's a pity that Yin Hong was too stubborn and didn't listen to him at all, so he only shouted, asked the "good deeds" to bring paper and pen, wrote down two gambling contracts and pressed his handprints.

"You—sigh......"

Wen Liang wanted to beat Yin Hong, but unfortunately, he couldn't beat him.

"Hahaha! Yin Hong! It turns out that you are that Yin Hong! I'll just say when the Canglang Sword Sect has an extra fool like you!"

"It turned out to be him...... I didn't expect that I had already resumed my cultivation. ”

"What if you recover your cultivation? If you don't have a good brain, you're a waste after all!"

"Isn't it? You dare to gamble on the game you have to lose! ”

"Huh...... I can't wait to see the picture of him kowtowing in front of the monks of the three sects. ”

Seeing the name written by Yin Hong, the people in Qingyuetan all smiled in surprise.

They never thought that the current head of the Canglang Sword Sect would actually be such a good person.

They only felt that there was really no one in this Canglang Sword Sect, so they would push such a person to the position of the head of the house.

"Smiling so confidently, do you want to make a bet with me too? I heard that your outer disciples of the Qingyue Altar can receive eight spirit stones a month, and now there is still half a year before the Three Sects Meeting, that is, six months. How about we bet on these forty-eight spirit stones? If you win, I'll give you forty-eight spirit stones, and if I win, you give me forty-eight spirit stones. ”

Looking at the Qingyue Altar disciple who was smiling sarcastically on the other side, Yin Hong also smiled sarcastically.

I didn't expect Yin Hong to be so bold and dare to gamble with spirit stones, and the eyes of the disciples of Qingyue Altar flickered.

And it didn't take long for one of the two innate to stand up: "Forty yuan is too little." You are also the head of a faction, how can you be so petty? In my opinion, it will be only 3,000 spirit stones! One of the disciples present at my Qingyue Altar will have one for each of them, and there will be a total of six gambling contracts. Do you dare to take it?"

"Three thousand? But can you take it out? Even if you are an inner disciple, it seems that it is only fifteen yuan a month, right? Are you preparing a white wolf with empty gloves?"

A hint of contempt flashed in Yin Hong's eyes.

"We can ask the Hundred Forging Gate as a guarantee! After three days, we will gather 18,000 spirit stones and send them to the Hundred Forging Gate, if you dare to gamble, we will also send 18,000 spirit stones over." How?"

After glancing at each other, the greed in the eyes of the disciples of the Blue Moon Altar exploded.

Looking at it like this, he was actually worried that Yin Hong would regret it.

"Okay! That's it! Who's going to instigate who's grandson!"

"Who instigates whose grandson!"

......

“...... Master! You're too impulsive this time! Do you know that you're representing a sect now! How can you be so willful?"

On the way back to the sect, Wen Liang began to bombard Yin Hong indiscriminately.

Yin Hong was a little speechless, but he could only pluck out his ears while chatting with the lame boy next to him.

"Nianqing, how did you break this leg?"

"Nianqing" is the name of the lame boy.

"It was broken by falling down the mountain...... Master, do you really think I can win that brother?"

Nianqing replied absentmindedly, and then couldn't help asking.

He was not confident because he had been called a waste ever since he was lame.

Later, he himself began to think that he was a waste.

"I know a person who is called Nan Mingli Hate. He's worse than you, he's lost his legs since he was a child, but now, he's a congenital-level master. From today onwards, I will personally pass on your exercises, and this method is so strong that it is almost the best in the world! However, if you want to achieve a quick victory within half a year, you still need to pay ten times or even a hundred times more hard than others!"

Yin Hong smiled confidently, and then said indifferently.

Of course he's confident!

Nian Qing's life is self-esteem, the seedling of the Jindan period.

Coupled with Qianyuan Wuqi's true body and the appearance of the outer Dao demons, it would be difficult for him to win!

"But...... If you're lame, it's inconvenient to fight......"

Nianqing still has some inferiority.

He didn't know where the information from the head of the sect came from, maybe the exercise he said was really strong, but he was a cripple after all.

"See, boss! He can see better than you!"

Wen Liang interjected into the conversation between the two at the right time, and attacked Yin Hong again.

In this regard, Yin Hong only rolled his eyes: "It's just that one left foot is missing." Can't you just build one?"

"Who do you think you are? Even if you are powerful in the Yuan Infant Period, I am afraid that you will not dare to say that you will be able to renew your limbs, right?"

Gentle and sarcastic smiled.

It's no wonder that he is like this, this world is advocating martial arts and immortals, so the scientific and technological civilization is extremely low, there is no prosthetic limb at all, and there are only crutches.

Like Nan Ming's hatred, he was simply carried by others, and he couldn't and didn't have to walk by himself.

"Just wait and see!"

Yin Hong didn't bother to explain, so he only dropped this sentence and sped up and rushed towards the sect.

He still has half a year to go, and he believes that with his financial resources and ability, he will definitely be able to make a prosthetic leg for Nianqing.

However, the things that are clear are actually still trivial.

The point is that abominable mission.

If his disciples could borrow the power of the Demon Aspect 100%, he wouldn't have to worry so much.

But the problem is, they simply don't have the ability to do that.

So far, there is only one person in the entire sect who can borrow the power of the Demon Phase, and that person is over eighteen years old and cannot participate in the three-faction competition.

He was so worried that his hair was about to fall out.

"Master! There is movement at the mountain gate! It's Zhang Tianyi!"

Suddenly, Wen Liang woke up Yin Hong, who was secretly distracted.

Looking at the gentle gaze, Yin Hong's face changed instantly.

At this time, in the grass under the stele of the mountain gate, Zhang Tianyi was holding a severed hand, dying.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what's going on?"

Yin Hong hurriedly got off the horse, ran over, and gently woke up Zhang Tianyi, who was already unconscious.

"Yes...... It's the one who cuts the wind...... They said...... You killed a disciple of the Wind Chopping Sect in the innate stage, and I want to come to you to ask for an explanation. Don't go back..... they're outnumbered..... and ...... And their Great Elder also came. ”

Zhang Tianyi was very weak and said intermittently.

After saying that, he passed out again.

"He's lost too much blood!"

After checking Zhang Tianyi's injuries and finding that there were no other fatal wounds on his body, Yin Hong breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he tore the hem, tied Zhang Tianyi's broken arm, stopped the bleeding for him, and then asked Nianqing to stay here to take care of Zhang Tianyi, and he and Wen Liang walked towards the inner door with a sword.