Lingbao underground dueling arena, the No. 1 dueling table betting point, the crowd was crowded, and they all squeezed forward with the greatest strength.

"One hundred medium-grade spirit stones, bet on Wenzi to win"

"Two thousand lower-grade spirit stones, bet on Wenzi to win"

"Fifty high-grade spirit stones, bet on Wenzi to win"

"Seven hundred medium-grade spirit stones, bet on Wenzi to win"

"10,000 medium-grade spirit stones, bet on Wenzi to win"......

"One hundred and forty high-grade spirit stones, bet on the cold wind to win"

Hundreds of people bet, all of them were Wenzi winning, and everyone suddenly saw a young man actually playing on Han Feng, and their eyes showed puzzlement. Does this young man think he has too many spirit stones? I really have never seen such a loser.

"100,000 medium-grade spirit stones, bet on Wenzi to win," a middle-aged monk said calmly

Someone next to him whispered, "This is the Tianyang Elder of the Dongyang Sword Sect, and he is also the master of Wen Zizheng."

"100,000 medium-grade spirit stones, it's really a big deal"

"In this way, Fumiko is a sure win"

"That's right, even the elders of the Dongyang Sword Sect have made a bloody investment, it seems that they are very sure."

"Today's platform really attracted a lot of people"

"A hundred sons of Great Xia, and a big realm higher than the other party, Lingbao only offers odds of one to ten, who doesn't come to bargain."

"Five hundred high-grade spirit stones, the cold wind wins" A middle-aged monk squeezed in front of the betting point

Everyone looked at this monk with strange eyes, how could he be a stunned cultivator.

After another half an hour, the No. 1 platform bet stopped, a total of more than 700 people bet, only two people won under the cold wind, and all the others bet on Wenzi to win.

Then everyone came to the No. 1 stage, waiting for the duel to begin, and at the same time waiting to take the spirit stones they had won. They thought it was a duel without suspense.

Not long after, a figure floated down on the duel stage, and it was Wen Zizheng who was dressed in a gorgeous suit.

When he came to the stage, he shouted: "Where is the cold wind?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in plain clothes flew in, and when everyone saw this young man, their hearts chuckled. Isn't this the boy who bet on the cold wind to win? He is the cold wind? He bet on himself to win with more than 100 high-grade spirit stones?

Suddenly, there was a lot of discussion below, and a small number of people were a little uneasy in their hearts, and the spirit stones they had worked so hard to raise might be dangerous. Some people think that the cold wind is arrogant, and the realm is not as good as others, and they still win by themselves, when they are themselves? Do you want to cross the border to defeat a hundred sons of Great Xia?

"I thought you wouldn't dare show up?" Fumiko said with contempt

"Is the spirit stone ready?If not, I'll go down, but I don't have time to waste time with you here" Han Feng was concerned about the spirit stone

"I hope you have a life to take and use" Wenzi waved his forehand, and a hundred high-grade spirit stones appeared in front of the cold wind,

Han Feng smiled slightly, and with the same wave of his hand, he put a hundred spirit stones into the sword ornament, and then stuffed them into his arms.

Everyone in the audience was completely confused by these two people, this cold wind was dueling with this Wenzizheng for a hundred spirit stones?

At this time, Wen Zizheng saw Han Feng holding a broken sword in his hand, threw the sword in his hand to the side of the stage, and sneered: "Take out the sword"

Seeing that the other party was going to fight with him with his bare hands, Han Feng smiled lightly, and did not draw his sword, but threw his own sword on the sidelines.

In a viewing room on the side of the dueling arena, a middle-aged monk stood beside Qin Xin and watched the No. 1 dueling arena, and the middle-aged monk spoke: "Young master, why do you want your subordinates to focus on this cold wind, do you think he can win?"

It turned out that the monk who gambled on the cold wind to win with five hundred high-grade spirit stones was Qin Xin's subordinate.

"I'm not sure, but I should have a fight" Qin Xin's beautiful face was plain and unwavering. When she saw the cold wind and threw down her sword, she thought that the cold wind was very manly.

Wen Zizheng saw that the cold wind was about to fight with his bare hands, so he sneered and slapped it with one palm.

Seeing the other party's palms coming to his face, the cold wind raised his hand and punched it.

I saw that at the moment when the two came into contact, an amazing burst of energy, and the whole stage was like a strong wind.

Neither of the two took a step back, and the first time they met, they fought quite tightly.

The audience was boiling, is this true? The Yuan Spirit Realm and the Yuan Spirit Realm fought hard and did not suffer a loss.

Even Wen Zizheng on the stage was very surprised in his heart, who was this cold wind? He was a Yuan Ling Double Heaven, and his proud body was easily attacked by a Yuan Ling monk.

After the contact just now, it seems that this Great Xia Baizi is nothing more than that, the fighting spirit in his heart is rising, and the cold wind raises his fist to attack it.

Then the two fought together, and Wen Zizheng only awakened his strength, and he was not outstanding in the cultivation of swordsmanship, because he was not good at controlling things without courage. But the power of strength is perfect for the tempering of the body, which is also the basis for him to enter the Great Xia Baizi.

However, he encountered an innate life soul, and it was a strange innate life soul, which had taken more than two years in the Yuan Body Realm. Not only that, but he is also a pervert who has cultivated the Battle Body Immortal Sutra.

Looking at Taichung again, every time the two fight each other, Taichung is full of energy. I will meet you with a punch when you punch, and I will fight with a punch when you slap it. The consumption of this pair of spiritual power is terrifying, how can there be such a duel, it is to achieve the maximum result with the least consumption of spiritual power, and now the two are completely competing for brute force.

On stage, both of them seemed to want to prove that their bodies were the strongest, and they never dodged each other's attacks.

"What a strong body" Qin Xin couldn't believe his eyes, the Yuan Spirit Realm fought hard against the Yuan Spirit Realm, but fortunately he forgot the past, otherwise I really don't know what kind of storm he would set off.

The middle-aged monk beside Qin Xin also smiled at this time, and the bet seemed to have some assurance, and at the same time, he began to admire Qin Xin's eyes in his heart.

And everyone in the audience showed a face like a dead fish. Some shouted loudly: "Wen Zizheng, don't keep your hand, hurry up and win the game" They thought that maybe Wen Zizheng did it on purpose.

More than 500 rounds have passed, and the two still haven't changed their style of play, and they continue to fight hard very tacitly.

The cold wind is getting stronger and stronger, and it is so happy to fight for the first time since waking up. The Battle Body Immortal Sutra is really against the sky, and it can allow him to cross the realm and fight hard with people to strengthen his body.

Wen Zizheng became more and more anxious, why could a cultivator in the Yuan Spirit realm fight with himself for so long, and the spiritual power in his body had already consumed about fifty percent, and the other party had no intention of changing his playing style. If you lose, how to explain to your master, your master has paid a lot of money.

Thinking of this, Wen Zizheng finally began to change his playing style, and the cold wind punched in, and Wen Zizheng dodged and slapped his palm at the back of the cold wind. He thought that even if the strength of Cold Wind's body could be compared to his own, he must be inferior to himself in terms of speed.

Seeing that Wenzi was no longer fighting hard with himself, Han Feng actually wanted to win himself in terms of physical shape, and smiled secretly in his heart.

Seeing that Wen Zizheng's palm was about to hit the heart after the cold wind, Wen Zizheng was secretly happy in his heart, thinking that he was going to win. However, suddenly the cold wind in front of him disappeared, and when he didn't know why, his entire back seemed to be hit by a mountain, and his whole body was blasted dozens of feet away.

Wenzi was struggling to stand up, with severe pain all over his body, and his internal organs seemed to be injured, making him feel unbearable pain.

Not far away, the cold wind looked at Wen Zizheng calmly like a god of war.

"What's going on, the physical strength of the Great Xia Baizi of the Yuan Spirit Realm has not won against a Yuan Spirit Realm opponent, and he has lost even more in terms of speed."

"My Spirit Stone"

"Is there any fake in this duel?"

"No wonder this Spirit Treasure Immortal Pavilion only offers odds of one to ten"

"Which disciple of the sect is this called Hanfeng, who is so talented against the sky?"

The crowd in the audience couldn't be calm anymore, and the monk on the sidelines who bet on 100,000 medium-grade spirit stones to bet on Wenzi was winning, and his face was now very ugly, turning white for a while, and purple for a while.

In the room on the sidelines, "It's so fast," Qin Xin said with a frown

"If your guess is correct, it's a broken step" The middle-aged monk next to him was extremely serious

"No wonder, Brother Leng Feng will save him and give him the Immortal Rank Heart Method, it turns out that he was passed down by that adult" Qin Xin finally figured out why Leng Feng would take the risk of offending the forces behind Cangyue and save this Chiyuan disciple.

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