"Then buy one. If you don't have the confidence, you can also buy the bet you lost. However, you can only bet up to 30,000 spirit stones on this bet, and the odds are one to one. Otherwise, if everyone loses on purpose, Competition, then I will die!" Long Zhanye saw that Han Feng's tone was a little loose, his eyes lit up, and he immediately promoted.
Han Feng pondered for a while, and didn't want to waste any more time. He simply said: "I will buy a bet that I can enter the top ten. What is the maximum bet? What are the odds?"
"Okay, you are the first one to be so confident. Dare you ask me your name?" Long Zhanye trembled all over and asked quickly with excitement.
"Han Feng."
"What?!" Long Zhanye looked surprised, stayed for a moment, and asked.
"Han Feng!"
Long Zhanye cried out and suddenly realized: "So you are Han Feng. You have obtained three great medicines in the previous secret world. Your strength is comparable to that of an extreme person. No wonder you are so confident!"
Han Feng was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that this guy was so well-informed. He even knew about several large medicinal plants that he had handed over. He was obviously not an ordinary person. Moreover, the other party knew that his strength was comparable to that of an extreme person, yet he still dared to bet with him, which showed that he knew that there were many strong people in this competition and thought that his success rate was not high. However, his face was calm and calm, and he asked slowly and slightly teasingly: "Then can I still place a bet?"
"Of course, but your odds can only be one to one, and there is no upper limit for betting!" Long Zhanye calmed down quickly, blinked his eyes, and said with determination.
"Then I'll bet one million spiritual stones on whether I can enter the top ten!" Han Feng looked at him deeply, thought for a while, and said slowly.
"Okay, wait a moment, let me write down this bet!" Long Zhanye showed excitement, rubbed his hands, and then quickly took out two customized paper bets, and pointed like a pen, spitting out A scorching ray of light traced the paper like dragons and phoenixes. It was unknown what kind of spiritual material the paper for the bet was made of, but black words were actually left on it.
Han Feng was a little surprised when he saw it. When Long Zhanye handed it to him for his signature, he followed the same pattern and wrote his name on the two bets in a few clicks.
"Okay, Cheng Hui will give you one million spirit stones!" Long Zhanye put away one of the bets, but held another in his hand, looking at Han Feng and saying with a blush on his face.
"Here!" Han Feng nodded, took out a space storage bag from his arms, handed it to Long Zhanye, and then said: "There are about 900,000 spirit stones in it. If you include this space storage bag, Its own value must be more than one million spiritual stones, please count it yourself."
Long Zhanye took it, swept his soul power into the space storage bag, showed a happy smile on his face, and immediately handed another bet to Han Feng.
Then the two of them exchanged information about the jade tokens. After being able to contact each other, they cupped their hands and dispersed.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, Han Feng successfully arrived at Arena No. 1032. At this time, many monks had gathered here, and there were already two people standing on the stage, one of whom was a middle-aged man. The aura was deep and restrained, and one couldn't tell the strength of his cultivation. He was probably a monk in the Juyuan Realm. The other one was a young man with a majestic appearance and a long body, as if he was waiting for him to come on stage.
Without much hesitation, Han Feng jumped up from the crowd and landed on the ring in an instant. He first saluted the elder referee with clasped fists and said respectfully: "Disciple Han Feng, I have met the elder."
The middle-aged monk had two long red eyebrows, which were very conspicuous, and his eyes were like a torch. He turned around and glanced at Han Feng, and said softly: "Since you are all here, I will explain the rules of the competition. In fact, they are also very simple. Simple, there are only two rules, one is not to kill anyone, and the other is that it ends when one party is unconscious or voluntarily admits defeat."
After a pause, he looked at Han Feng and the boy and asked loudly: "Do you all understand?"
"clear!"
Han Feng and the young man responded in unison.
"Very good, then let's get started!"
After saying this, the middle-aged monk suddenly rose into the air, made a seal with his hands, and quickly shot out a red light that fell to the edge of the golden arena. The golden arena suddenly glowed with a pale golden light, rising up, and in the blink of an eye, A pale golden light shield was formed, turning upside down like a bowl, firmly covering the dozens of feet wide arena.
"Senior Brother Han, the King of Baizhan Peak in the Lower South is triumphant, please give me your advice!" The handsome young man looked at Han Feng and said with cupped fists.
Han Feng didn't say anything. After returning the salute, he stood still without any intention of taking action first.
Wang Kaixuan reached out and touched the storage bag in his waist space, and a long gun appeared out of thin air in his hand. With a flick of his hand, more than a dozen silver gun flowers appeared in the air, shining with a dazzling light, and rushed towards Han Feng at an extremely fast speed. go.
Han Feng did not dodge or dodge, allowing Wang Kaixuan to stab him with a spear. However, as he approached, Han Feng stretched out his hand and grasped its true body tightly in the dazzling shadow of the spear. With a soft pop, everyone Guns N' Roses disappeared without a trace.
Wang Kaixuan's expression changed greatly, but his reaction was also very fast. He made a decisive decision and was about to draw his gun and sweep across it. However, he used all his energy to circulate the zhenqi in his body. Even if the spear burst out with dazzling silver light and filled the space of ten feet, it still did not help. His spear was like It was as if it was cast in Han Feng's hands, motionless.
"ah……"
Wang Kaixuan shouted, his whole body full of vitality. He let go of the spear with one hand and struck out from the air, directly hitting Han Feng's chest.
Unfortunately, before his silver palm, which was about a foot long, could get close to Han Feng's body, it was blocked by Han Feng's body-protecting energy that he released at will, and was shattered into pieces.
"How is it possible!" Wang Kaixuan felt that the whole world was at its peak. He was not a monk who had never fought before. In the past year, he had often entered the north of the Three-leaf Gate to hunt strange beasts. He could not say that he was invincible with a spear, but Even when facing top-level alien beasts, he can defeat them and finally obtain the core of them.
He was confused and confused, and suddenly he moved his right hand, and the front half of the spear suddenly twisted open, revealing a short spear hidden inside.
He held a short spear in his hand and moved his feet a little. He looked like a night wolf and rushed towards Han Feng, his eyes full of ferocious color.
This blow is his long-hidden nirvana!
In an instant, his true energy filled a wide space of several feet, and the strong wind stirred and whirred, drowning Han Feng's entire body.
The next moment, there was a muffled bang, the strong wind stopped suddenly, the silver light shattered, and a figure flew out from it, hitting the pale golden light shield heavily.
This man was Wang Kaixuan, his face turned blue, and a mouthful of blood spat out uncontrollably, blooming in the air like a flower.
