Chapter 509 Do you still want to bet on 10 million martial crystals, it is too huge, unless it is a heaven-level phase stone master, earth-level, even if it is a big family of tens of thousands of years, it is impossible to make up this astronomical amount.

was contempted by a sloppy man who was not good-looking, seemingly ordinary, in front of the public, but he couldn't refute it, and the grievances in Xu Li's heart can be imagined.

"Who else wants to bet?"

At this time, Feng Hao was like a powerful villain, showing off his power there, making all the ground-level masters blush.

This guy is bullying himself and others for not being able to come up with 10 million Wu Jing!

"Tsk, I originally wanted to play with you, but they were all poor ghosts, and they couldn't even take out the bets."

Feng Hao smashed his mouth and muttered in his mouth, making their bodies twitch one by one, and those with weak psychological endurance were directly vomiting blood.

This guy is embarrassed to say, I don't know who is in the Dao who can't take the bet, if it weren't for the promise of the Holy Maiden, this kid would definitely be the poorest of the earth-level masters!

However, what made them ponder was why the holy woman would give him such a flattering promise?

Appearance, no, strength, low, average pupil skills, just such an unremarkable person, why is he?

"Hmph! What are you proud of? When the time comes, let the Holy Son know, he will not be able to eat and walk around!"

"Hehe, hey, with the temper of the Holy Son, this is really unlikely."

"Poor boy, doomed to bad luck!"

Thinking of the temper of the Lang Evil Holy Son, they sneered again and again, and they all showed mocking looks.

"Alas, seeing that you don't have any money, it's still a game of 100,000 Wu Jing, are you still involved?"

Seeing that they didn't speak one by one, Feng Hao pretended to sigh, which made these prefecture-level masters angry, and they all wanted to skin him alive.

"I bet!"

"I'm betting too!"

"Bet, honeycomb, I'll see how you die!"

Suddenly, the eight prefecture-level masters present all shouted loudly.

They don't believe it, what can a broken honeycomb stone be?

In this way, there is a bet of 1.5 million Wu Jing!

"Master Xu, do you still dare to bet?"

After gladly accepting it, Feng Hao had a vague smile on his mouth, turned around again, and asked with a chuckle at Xu Li, who had a blue face.

"Why don't you dare?!"

Xu Li glared at him angrily, his voice cold.

If he could, he really wanted to pinch this kid to death!

He Xu Li is also a well-known figure in this Lang Evil Ancient City, but in such a scene, he was so teased by a nameless boy, how can he not be angry?

"It's good to dare, hehe!"

The corners of Feng Hao's mouth hung with a touch of smug arc, in this way, it is millions of martial crystals in the account, but there is no worry about not being able to afford different crystals, medium-grade different crystals, you can buy more than a dozen, and there is no problem in promoting martial arts.

Of course, all this is based on the premise that this honeycomb stone can open a strange treasure, otherwise, waiting for Feng Hao's debt of millions of Wu Jing!

One positive and one negative, the difference between heaven and hell.

Liu Ruxian has been watching Feng Hao's actions, although there is a faint smile on the corner of her delicate and moving mouth, but there is a deep doubt surging in the depths of her pupils.

Such a person with a heaven-level peak pupil technique, she didn't understand, why was she so downcast?

Tens of millions of martial crystals, this is not a difficult thing for a heaven-level master at all, if he reveals his identity and enters a holy land at will, he will be directly enshrined, how can he still worry about these 100,000 million martial crystals?

Looking at Feng Hao, who was almost smiling, she said that she didn't understand it, and she wanted to know why he did such a dishonorable thing.

"Master Feng Feng is out"

An exclamation in the crowd aroused everyone's attention, that is, Feng Feng, who had a white beard, walked out of the gambling stone workshop, looking at his ruddy face, I was afraid that he was very satisfied with the wool he chose this time.

"Huh, honeycomb?"

When he walked to Feng Hao's side, he stopped, looking at the giant honeycomb stone, his face was full of astonishment, and he exclaimed.

"Hehe, Master Feng, this Snow Master said to win me, this honeycomb stone is enough. ”

Seeing this, Xu Li stepped forward to explain in detail.

"What a big breath!"

Hearing this, Feng Feng's face changed, and he snorted coldly, looking at Feng Hao's eyes full of unkindness.

Isn't it contempt to be able to win with a honeycomb stone?

As someone who had already been recognized as the most promising to be promoted to the Heaven Rank, this was an insult!

Feng Hao shrugged his shoulders and didn't explain what it was, and at this point, there was no need to explain.

The masters of Xiangshi walked out one by one, and the honeycomb stone they saw was all complaining, and they all expressed their anger at Feng Hao's arrogance, and they all shouted to make Feng Hao look good, so down, three more ground-level masters participated in the gamble, and the bet was directly raised to 1.9 million pieces of martial crystal.

This time, it was really interesting, and everyone in the crowd was quite excited.

There is no doubt that the current two bets, that are the most luxurious bets, I believe that this big competition is over, these two big games will spread throughout the Xiangshi world, and this unknown person as Xue Yu is even more prosperous, regardless of winning or losing.

If you lose, you smile generously and win, there is no possibility of winning!

On the scene, pieces of colorful wool are placed there, bright and bright, very extraordinary, every master is very satisfied with the wool he chooses, and his face is complacent.

Obviously, even if the ranking of the last is not very good, but with their strength, it is already an extraordinary performance to be able to select wool of such color.

Time passed, and the heaven-level masters also walked out of the gambling stone workshop one by one, and each of them chose a piece of wool, and the price was basically around seventy or eighty million gold coins.

Obviously, when they reach such a state, they generally choose one piece to win or lose, and if they choose two, they will be ridiculed if they win.

"Huh, honeycomb?"

When a heaven-level master who had just walked out passed in front of Feng Hao, his footsteps stopped slightly, and he looked at Feng Hao in some surprise.

He remembered that he had denied this honeycomb stone at the beginning, and it had been placed for hundreds of years, so how could anyone still choose it? Moreover, the situation in front of him seemed that this person was still gambling on the wool he had denied as a hole card.

Is this a denial of one's own strength?

Thinking about it, there was some displeasure on his face.

He still remembered that this guy even said that he had never lost and would not lose, and so on, and was arrogant to the extreme.