Chapter 119: The Bet

Wang Yu's words seemed to be praising Bai Yue, but he was actually deliberately belittling him.

The top three of the year, he and the third place, Shen Menglan, had already broken through to the Jindan stage, while Bai Yue, as the first place, was still in the late stage of foundation building because of his cultivation of the Spirit Soldier Ten Thousand Transformation Technique.

"I've always heard that the three secret canons are powerful, but I don't know if Senior Brother Bai Yue has practiced it. Wang Yu continued to speak, and said in a somewhat weird manner.

The head of the house, who was sitting in the center, frowned slightly, looking a little displeased, but he didn't speak.

At this time, Yun Tu, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly spoke, "I heard that the master of the Southern Courtyard has accepted a new disciple, I don't know if I can enter the top ten?"

Wang Yu had already learned the news, and then said: "A newcomer who has just broken through wants to enter the top ten, which is simply wishful thinking. ”

When the junior spoke, it was difficult for the master of the Southern Courtyard to say anything, but Shen Menglan on the side couldn't listen to it anymore, and retorted: "Since you think Zheng Feng can't enter the top ten, I don't know if you dare to bet with me!"

Others don't know Zheng Feng's strength, but Shen Menglan has seen it with his own eyes, he defeated Liu Xiang and Jiang Zhong alone, and he definitely has the strength to enter the top ten, so he is very confident in him.

Although Wang Yu had learned about Zheng Feng's information, after all, the other party was only a monk in the early stage of foundation building, and for him, the existence that could be pinched to death at will didn't care too much at all.

"Bet on it, I don't know what your bet is?" Wang Yu's anger also came up, he didn't believe that a person who had just become an inner disciple could enter the top ten.

In his heart, Zheng Feng is just relying on someone behind him, if it weren't for Zheng Xuanming's imminent breakthrough to the Yuan Infant Stage, Zheng Feng would be nothing.

"I have a piece of thousand-year-old Xuan Ice Cold Iron here, which is a precious material for refining spiritual weapons. Shen Menglan said.

The storage ring in her hand flashed, and a diamond-shaped piece of Xuanbing cold iron appeared in her palm, half the size of a palm, colorless and translucent, exuding an icy cold air all over her body, and a white frost rose around her.

Wang Yu stared at the Xuanbing Cold Iron in Shen Menglan's hand, a greedy gaze flashed in his eyes, just as he wanted to refine an ice-attribute spiritual weapon, this thousand-year-old Xuanbing Cold Iron was just the right thing to use.

"What's your bet?" Shen Menglan raised her head coldly and asked arrogantly.

Wang Yu felt that the eyes around him fell on him, holding back the heat in his heart, and he was full of confidence in himself, this thousand-year-old Xuan Ice Cold Iron would fall into his hands sooner or later.

He took out a piece of purple marble the size of a human head, with purple lines on it, which was also a precious material for refining spiritual weapons.

Purple cloud stone is not as precious as the thousand-year-old Xuanbing Cold Iron, but such a large piece, the value is barely equal, Shen Menglan glanced at it lightly, there is not much.

The master of the Southern Courtyard on the side smiled faintly: "Since Zheng Feng is my disciple, then I will also join in the fun, don't mind." ”

Wang Yu saw the master of the Southern Courtyard take out a topaz treasure box, and after opening it, he could see that there were three spirit pills the size of quail eggs lying inside, pure white in color.

A faint medicinal fragrance wafted out, refreshing people's hearts and spleens, and the spiritual power in the body unconsciously accelerated the flow, and at first glance it was a high-level elixir.

Hiss!

Wang Yu secretly took a breath, his gaze stayed on the palm of the master of the Southern Courtyard, and his heart became hot again.

"Zhen Yuan Dan! Okay, I'll bet with you!" Wang Yu shouted in a lost voice, looking a little out of shape.

This True Yuan Pill is a high-grade pill, much more precious than the Jing Yuan Pill refined by Zheng Feng, and it can improve the cultivation of Jindan stage cultivators.

One True Yuan Pill is equivalent to the results of one year of penance, Wang Yu secretly calculated in his heart, as long as he gets these three True Yuan Pills, it is equivalent to three years of penance after refining.

He has only advanced to the Jindan period for less than a year, and there is a lot of time, and his cultivation has not yet stabilized, but with these three True Yuan Pills, his cultivation can be completely stabilized.

The master of the Southern Courtyard smiled slightly and said, "You only have one piece of purple marble, I'm afraid it's not enough!"

"Uh......" Wang Yu was slightly stunned, and his face looked a little embarrassed.

After all, he had only broken through to the Jindan stage for a short time, and the accumulation on his body was not as much as that of these old guys, and he couldn't find items of the same value for a while.

"A bag of Xinghe Sand, I'll bet with you!" said the black-robed man in the corner, it was the West Dean Elder Yuntu.

Xinghe sand is very rare, it is a precious refining material, when refining spiritual weapons, as long as you add a little Xinghe sand, you can add a lot of power.

The master of the Southern Courtyard was originally very confident, but when he saw Yun Tu's grim smile, a trace of doubt rose in his heart, could it be that the other party had any preparations.

Although the True Yuan Pill is very valuable, it is definitely not as precious as a bag of Xinghe Sand, Yuntu must know this, but the other party does not mind in the slightest.

"It's better to let the old man be a notary for you, and someone will regret it when the time comes. The head said with a smile.

I saw him beckoning slightly, and the thousand-year-old cold ice Xuantie in Shen Menglan's hand, Wang Yu's purple cloud stone, as well as Zhenyuan Dan and Xinghe Sha, all flew into the hands of the master.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, the master of the Southern Courtyard showed a trace of vigilance in his heart, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the dueling arena.

His eyes swept around, and he soon found Zheng Feng's figure, and at this moment he was standing in front of a dueling table to prepare.

Unconsciously, most of the people on the high platform shifted their attention to Zheng Feng because of a bet.

In front of the dueling table, a deacon disciple held a jade plaque in his hand, on which two names appeared out of thin air, and then a quick thought came out.

The names on them are all randomly selected, all of them are automatically controlled by the formation, no one can control them, and the deacon disciples are only responsible for notifying the contestants.

"The next pair, Zheng Feng, Lu Chuan. The deacon's disciple shouted loudly.

Zheng Feng strode up, he didn't expect it to be his turn so soon, in the competition of the inner disciples, there were a total of more than a dozen dueling platforms at the same time, two by two, half of the people would be eliminated after one round.

He took a rough look, the number of inner disciples was almost six hundred, and half of them would be eliminated in the first round, leaving more than three hundred.

According to this view, only five rounds of competition, there will be about 20 people left, and the sixth round will be able to select the top 10 rankings.

Zheng Feng stood quietly on the stone platform, waiting for his opponent to come to the stage, and at the same time felt a little strange feeling, looked up, and found that most of the figures on the high platform focused their eyes on him.

He was slightly stunned, and he didn't figure out the situation for a while, why everyone was paying attention to him, and he didn't know about Wang Yu's bet.

"Don't think too much, compete with peace of mind!" heard the voice of the master of the Southern Courtyard.

Zheng Feng retracted his gaze, because the opponent had already appeared, and in the crowd in front of the dueling platform, an evil man in a green robe slowly walked up.

Lu Chuan's eyes were very thin, leaving only a slit, giving people a sense of yin and evil, and many people subconsciously avoided him after seeing him.

In the last competition, this person was also a strong person who entered the top 100, and he was also well-known among the inner disciples, and he had the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building.

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