Invincible Bloodline

"Betting? You have a good idea!!!" Zhao Yiming frowned and sneered in his heart. Yang Fan in the early stage of the sixth level was very strong. It can be said that there were few rivals among the servant disciples of the Kaiyang lineage, but compared with Qin Fenglai, one of the three heroes, still has a big gap. If he really accepted the bet, he would have no chance of winning.

Just when Zhao Yiming was organizing his words and preparing to refuse, Chen Jianhua spoke again, "I think back on how heroic Senior Brother Zhao was back then, but I never thought that in middle age, he would not even dare to accept this small bet. It hurts! It's really heartbreaking!!!" As he spoke, he shook his head and covered his chest from time to time, with a look of pain on his face, "Forget it! Forget it! Just treat me as a junior brother. I didn't say anything. This bet is over. !!!”

"Junior Brother Chen, wait a minute, I will take this bet!!!"

Even if he knew he was losing, he would never allow Chen Jianhua to show off his power over him! ! !

"Okay! Okay! Okay! This is the Senior Brother Zhao I know!!!" Chen Jianhua narrowed his eyes, flashing a hint of pride that his conspiracy had succeeded, "Since it is a gambling fight, naturally there is a little bit of luck..."

"Here it comes!!!" Zhao Yiming's heart sank slightly, and he knew that this gambling battle would never be that simple.

"Small gambling brings pleasure, but big gambling harms the body. Senior Brother Chen, let's just grab ten spiritual stones and play with them!!!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yiming's chest rose and fell violently like a bellows, and his eyes almost wanted to spit fire. Chen Jianhua said it lightly. He took ten spirit stones and played with them. The fact is that it is not the case at all. Spirit stones are the crystallization of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is an indispensable item for high-level warriors to practice, and it is also the common currency for high-level warriors. For a third-level servant peak leader like him, the sect only gives him one spiritual stone a year, plus other income. , being able to get three spirit stones in a year is the limit. Excluding the daily cultivation needs, ten spirit stones are almost half of his savings! ! !

"Brother Zhao, as the leader of Yifeng, a mere ten spirit stones should be nothing!!!"

"Okay! Ten spirit stones, ten spirit stones!!!"

Zhao Yiming's heart was bleeding, but he still gritted his teeth and complied. He would not lose even if he lost. When things got to this point, there was no room for him to regret it again! ! !

"Okay! Senior Brother Zhao is so generous, so it's settled!!!" Chen Jianhua shouted, but a flash of pride flashed in his heart.

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Looking at Chen Jianhua walking away, Zhao Yiming calmed down and immediately regretted it. He was really obsessed. Why did he accept this bet? With Qin Feng here, I had no chance of winning this bet. Ten spirit stones, that's most of my savings. Impulse is the devil, impulse is the devil! ! !

"Junior Brother Yang, I'm entirely dependent on you from now on. As long as I can defeat Qin Feng, I will definitely not treat you badly!" Zhao Yiming turned his eyes, looked at Yang Fan and said solemnly, the bet has been made, and then again Regret is in vain, he can only hope that Yang Fan can create another miracle.

"Qin Feng, one of the three heroes?" Yang Fan glanced at Qin Feng, who stood out from the crowd, and said solemnly, "Master, I will do my best!!!"

Without saying too much, Qin Feng, one of the three heroes, is not easy to mess with. Even the equally famous Sima Yun and Leng Rushuang dare not say that they can definitely defeat Qin Feng! ! !

"Junior Brother Yang, just try your best!!!" Zhao Yiming nodded lightly, but did not say that Yang Fan must beat Yuyang Peak. He also knew in his heart that with Yang Fan's strength, it is very possible to compete in the top ten. , but wanting to compete with eighth-grade blood people like Sanjie is a bit fanciful! ! !

The difference between an eighth-grade bloodline and a ninth-grade bloodline is a huge difference. The strength of any eighth-grade bloodline person is five times that of a ninth-grade bloodline practitioner. For them, a leapfrog challenge is like It’s as simple as eating and drinking, that’s real genius! ! !

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On the other side, Chen Jianhua walked a few dozen feet with brisk steps. He smiled slightly at Qin Feng, who was attracting everyone's attention like a shining star in the sky, and said, "Junior Brother Qin, what happens next is up to you!! !"

His expression was slightly respectful, and there was a hint of flattery. Qin Feng was not an ordinary handyman, but the number one genius in their Yuyang Peak. He was destined to condense spiritual bones in the future and enter the realm of bone forging, surpassing him. , but it's just a matter of time. He doesn't know when, he will have to rely on Qin Feng.

Hearing this, Qin Feng didn't say much, but glanced at Yang Fan casually. A deep disdain flashed across his deep black eyes. Did he think he could challenge himself with the same level of cultivation as himself? How naive! ! !

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Qin Feng's eyes turned and wandered around Leng Rushuang and Sima Yun. Among the thousands of handyman disciples on the field, these two were the only ones who could be his opponents. The others were destined to be just the stepping stones of their three heroes. Footstone! ! !

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Soon, half an hour passed. Hundreds of disciples from Kaiyang Peak arrived one after another. The number of people was nearly two thousand. At this moment, under the Tianfeng Peak, it could be said that there were many figures and a sea of ​​people. Among them, Zhao Yiming, Chen Jianhua, etc. Chief Feng has already left the scene one after another and stepped aside! ! !

at this time.......

"Are all the handyman disciples from all peaks already here?" A great voice came from mid-air.

In an instant, at the foot of the mountain, thousands of handyman disciples, including Yang Fan, all felt a powerful spiritual power emanating from them. This spiritual power almost enveloped the area for several miles around. in.

Yang Fan couldn't help but look up and was horrified.

I saw someone coming from mid-air. He was a middle-aged man about forty years old. He was dressed in white and fluttering like clouds. The aura on his body was unpredictable, and his whole body was full of energy. There is a trace of naturalness and return to nature. His steps seemed very indifferent, with the calmness of a leisurely stroll, but his steps were steady, slow and majestic. The sky and the earth were suddenly filled with a huge pressure that made people breathless.

"Walking...in the air, this...this is a bone-forging realm martial artist. It's terrifying...it's really terrifying. This person can mentally... He suppressed me directly and suppressed me so hard that I didn't even have the slightest chance to resist. This is a gap in life levels, as big as clouds and mud. I can't be his opponent. Even if I use all my trump cards, I won't be able to resist. There is no way he can be his opponent. No, to be precise, he can easily crush me with just a move of his fingers..." After being shocked, Yang Fan felt a bitterness in his heart, "In front of his eyes. Here, I am afraid that the handyman disciples like us are not much better than those ignorant ants..."

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