The master goes down the mountain, I have nine invincible masters!

"Group C, Ye Junlin versus Yang Feng!"

The fifth elder spoke in a very calm voice, just as he would any other ordinary disciple.

However, when he looked at Ye Junlin, his eyes were full of resentment!

Boy, you will definitely die today!

at the same time.

When the many disciples who were watching the battle heard these words, they immediately became excited.

"I've finally waited until this moment!"

"The biggest hot topic today is definitely the battle between Yang Feng and Ye Junlin!"

"They missed it yesterday, but today they can't avoid it!"

"Just thinking about it makes my blood boil!"

After all, they are young and energetic disciples. When they saw the bloody scene yesterday, some of them couldn't help vomiting. But when they think about it today, they only feel excitement!

They all want to see that scene!

Fighting has always been like this!

Bloody and exciting!

At the same time, there were also some people who saw business opportunities in it and actually set up gambling directly.

"Who do you think can win?"

"Nonsense, of course it's Yang Feng, he has already reached the Domain Spirit Realm, and Ye Junlin is only at the Domain Qi Realm!"

"That's right, so Ye Junlin will pay 10 to 1, is there anyone who wants to place a bet?"

"Fuck, the odds are so high?"

"The chances of winning are slim."

"Okay, I'll bet on Yang Feng, and I'll bet 500 Taixu Stones!"

Before Ye Junlin and Yang Feng came on stage, the audience seats suddenly became lively.

However, all the disciples who placed bets bet on Yang Feng to win.

A person’s name is like a tree’s shadow!

Yang Feng already had a certain prestige and reputation within the Nitian Sect!

No matter how you look at it, Ye Junlin is bound to lose!

"These guys..."

Seeing them like this, Song Wentian shook his head with amusement.

"Master, the disciples like to play, so let's play a little."

The third elder said with a smile.

"It's rare to see them care so much about winning or losing a fight. It won't affect the situation anyway, so let them be."

The Great Elder also spoke.

"Haha, the two elders are so interested, do you want to gamble too?"

Song Wentian smiled brightly and looked at the two of them with a hint of amusement.

"The Sect Master is interested?"

The third elder smiled.

"Let's have some fun and have some fun with the disciples."

Song Wentian smiled.

"Then I will naturally bet on my son Yang Feng to win, 10,000 Taixu Stones."

The third elder continued to smile.

"Ten to one... let's bet bigger. I bet on Ye Junlin to win."

Song Wentian also smiled, and then looked at the Great Elder: "Great Elder, do you want to play too?"

"That's fine with me, but I think Yang Feng has a greater chance of winning. Although Ye Junlin's performance yesterday was amazing, he is only at the Domain Qi Realm after all."

The Great Elder shook his head as he analyzed.

For a moment, almost no one in the audience bet on Ye Junlin to win.

This kind of scene also made Yang Feng feel more glorious.

He stared at Ye Junlin coldly: "See? Everyone wants me to win. Today, I will make you die on the fighting stage!"

"I bet on Ye Junlin to win, five thousand Taixu stones."

At this time, a clear voice came into the ears of the two.

At the same time, follow the reputation.

Then Song Qingwan took out a small bag and placed it in front of the disciple who was opening the market.

"Five thousand!"

The disciple who opened the market suddenly widened his eyes: "Senior Sister Song, this is probably all your savings over the years!"

"What a big deal!"

In response, Song Qingwan just nodded calmly, and then walked in front of Ye Junlin.

She said crisply: "I took out my old capital, you can't lose."

Ye Junlin smiled and said, "Don't worry, you can't lose."

"come on!"

Song Qingwan clenched her fist and waved it.

Seeing this scene, Yang Feng's eyelids raised sharply and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

The whole face looks as ugly as pig liver!

Everyone knows that he is pursuing Song Qingwan, but Song Qingwan bet on Ye Junlin to win!

"Boy, stop wasting time on the stage, if you have the guts, get on stage!"

At that moment, Yang Feng gritted his teeth and spoke hatefully to Ye Junlin.

"Don't worry."

Ye Junlin was not in a hurry. He walked up to the disciple who opened the market with a smile.

He smiled and asked, "Can I buy it in person?"

"what?"

The disciple was stunned. How could he enter the game personally? What if he lost?

“I bet on myself to win.”

Just when he was stunned, Ye Junlin spoke again, as if he saw through his thoughts.

"That's fine."

The disciple immediately agreed without any hesitation.

There's no way you can win anyway.

Whatever you bet, you lose!

"Yes, three thousand Taixu Pills."

Ye Junlin raised his hand, and rows of Taixu Pills appeared.

"What?!"

Upon seeing this, the disciple's eyes widened with a look of disbelief.

Everyone else at the scene was also stunned!

Taixu Pill!

Something more precious than Taixu Stone!

An ordinary Taixu Pill filled with impurities is worth ten Taixu Stones.

If it is pure, one pill is worth a hundred!

Ye Junlin’s Taixu Pill is naturally rougher, but it is also a big deal!

"This kid really surprised me. He actually has so many Taixu Pills."

Song Wentian, who was spectating the game in the first place, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this scene.

The other elders also narrowed their eyes at the same time.

For some reason, I had a bad feeling in my heart.

"This……"

The disciple hesitated, he couldn't afford to pay for so many Taixu Pills.

But on second thought, Ye Junlin would lose anyway.

Just consider it a free profit.

"Okay, I'll write it down for you."

The disciple immediately smiled, put away the Taixu Pill, and wrote it down in his notebook.

"Thank you."

Ye Junlin nodded politely and walked back.

This look made everyone stunned.

What a contrast!

The bloodthirsty Ye Junlin yesterday and the polite Ye Junlin today...

Is it a person?

"Boy, are you done with your nagging?!"

At this moment, Yang Feng's cold voice sounded again, almost gritting his teeth.

"It's really noisy."

Ye Junlin nonchalantly scratched his ears and glanced at Yang Feng: "Don't you have long legs? Don't you know to wait for me on the arena first? Can't you see that I'm busy?"

Several questions in a row.

Yang Feng's already gloomy face turned even darker in an instant: "You are so sharp-tongued, I will break all your teeth!"

Whoosh!

After saying that, he leapt up and was the first to stand on the arena.

He lowered his head and looked down at Ye Junlin: "Boy, I'm waiting for you!"

"Tsk, so obedient, he goes up when told to, just like my dog."

Ye Junlin smacked his lips, then moved and rushed onto the arena, confronting Yang Feng.

As for Yang Feng, his face was already covered with frost!

Swish!

He shook his wrist, and a spear appeared, pointing fiercely at Ye Junlin: "If we talk about the power of words, I admit that I am indeed not as good as you, but if we talk about fighting, I can stab you to death with one shot!"

"Is it?"

Ye Junlin curled his lips, and then his demeanor suddenly changed, no longer as frivolous as before.

Swish!

With a shake of his hand, the Sky Burial Sword appeared in his palm, and the whole person was like a sharp blade out of its sheath!

hum!

A sharp aura emanated from Ye Junlin's body, and he did not hide his own realm at all!