(Free to read.) Many Spirit Beast Peak disciples saw Ye Feng walk into Elder Sun Qi's residence with a righteous face.

After careful observation, many thin-eyed disciples found that Ye Feng's righteous face had a little obscene look.

After a long time, Ye Feng left Elder Sun Qi's residence, seemingly satisfied.

After a night of silence, it came to a rare day for the Wanghai faction.

Today is the day when the legendary life and death ring of the Wanghai faction opened, and the reason why it is said to be a legend is because the life and death ring has become a virtual reality, and no disciple has been on it for many years.

All the disciples of the Wanghai Sect were waiting for this day to come, and the head of the sect, Gongsun Hui, was really powerful, announcing that the entire Wanghai Sect would have a day off, and all the disciples could go to the life and death ring to watch the decisive battle between Ye Feng and Ruan Jialin.

The life and death ring is not a mysterious place, it is just an ordinary ring located on the main peak of the Wanghai Sect, but its nature determines the extraordinary life and death ring.

The main peak of the Wanghai Sect is large enough to accommodate all the disciples of the Wanghai Sect.

As soon as the sky was brightened, countless disciples rushed in order to grab a good position.

The noise around the life and death ring disturbed the usually quiet venue, and the disciples gathered together to talk about the duel.

"Senior Brother Wang, have you bet? ”

"Of course it's pressed, this is a lot of opportunities to earn spars, and missing the opportunity is not my style, senior brother. ”

"That's right, I pressed a hundred medium-grade spars, and it will become two hundred in a while, and I will struggle for more than a year. ”

Most of the disciples were talking about bets, and they all regarded this life and death ring as a grand event to earn spars.

"I hope Ye Feng can win. "A disciple has a completely different view than others.

"How do you say that? ”

"I voted five medium-grade spars, betting on Ye Feng to win, fifty times the odds, that is two hundred and fifty medium-grade spars, if Ye Feng wins, will I make a lot of money." ”

"You are really two hundred and five, how can you win if you can waste your body, don't do it until the end of two hundred and five, and all five yuan will fall into it. The disciple beside him scoffed.

"Cut, what do you know, if you place a small bet, you may be able to win a lot of money, even if Ye Feng loses, there is no big loss, this is a bet." ”

"Yes, it's still your kid's brain, why didn't I think of it. When some disciples heard him say this, they also reacted and ran towards the betting shop not far from the life and death ring.

One loses fifty, once there is a situation in case, it is a big profit.

The betting shop is crowded with people, and a large number of disciples are betting.

If you look closely, you will find that although there are both of them, there are obvious differences.

The amount won by Ruan Jialin was a large amount of spars, while the amount won by Pressing Ye Feng was very small.

It can be seen from the amount that all the disciples don't think that Ye Feng can win, but they just have an upset attitude, trying to have a small and big mentality, it doesn't matter if you lose, it's better to win.

"The three junior sisters are also pressuring Ruan Jialin. "There were three beautiful female disciples from the betting shop, each with their own characteristics, one with a cold expression, one with a slight smile, and one with a wave of anger at all times.

"I pressed Ruan Jialin to win, two hundred medium-grade spars. The angry female disciple said.

"Fei Fei, isn't it too much. ”

"Senior Sister Mei, I'm just optimistic about Ruan Jialin. Fei Fei said.

"I'll press Ye Feng to win, a hundred high-grade spars. The female disciple with a slight smile was none other than Zhen Xuetian.

"What, there are still a hundred high-grade spars to press Ye Feng to win, is there too many spars and there is no place to send them." A disciple next to him exclaimed, this is the biggest bet on Ye Feng so far.

The disciple who was in charge of collecting the bet suddenly relaxed a lot, now the bet won by Ruan Jialin is too big, and the bet won by Ye Feng is still very little, if it goes on like this, after Ruan Jialin wins, this gamble will lose too much.

Fei Fei and Mei Zhiruo couldn't help but look at Zhen Xuetian, shocked by her generosity.

Mei Zhiruo thought about it for a while, took out a hundred medium-grade spars, and pressed Ye Feng to win.

It can be seen that this is already all Mei Zhiruo's belongings.

"Senior Sister Mei, how can you press Ye Feng to win, isn't this obviously a loss-making deal. Fei Fei was puzzled.

Mei Zhiruo shook her head secretly, no wonder Ye Feng hated Fei Fei extremely much, he didn't think Fei Fei was so annoying, but now it seems that Fei Fei is indeed not popular.

"Even if you give Ye Feng confidence and support. "Eyebrows said.

"I'm sure my cousin will win, and he's never let me down. Zhen Xuetian's face was unswerving.

"Okay, my cousin understands me, and see how I can help you multiply the hedron fifty times. Ye Feng's voice came from behind several people.

"Cousin, why are you here. Zhen Xuetian heard that it was Ye Feng, and looked back excitedly, Ye Feng was looking at her with a smile, which made Zhen Xuetian's face blush for no reason.

"Why, I can't make a few bets. Ye Feng said with a smile.

Some disciples recognized Ye Feng.

"He's Ye Feng!"

"He didn't go to prepare for the life and death ring, what did he come here for. ”

The disciples whispered.

After saying hello to Mei Zhiruo, Ye Feng came directly to the disciple in charge of betting, "I want to bet." ”

"Okay, but you have to explain in advance, you can't press Ruan Jialin to win, you should understand the rules. The disciple in charge of betting said.

Of course, Ye Feng understands that all bets, no matter what the gambling game, must not bet on the opponent to win, otherwise if he releases water in the duel and deliberately loses to the opponent, it will not be a cheating gamble.

However, in the decisive battle of life and death, no brain-dead person will release water in the duel, isn't that tantamount to suicide?

"Excuse me, do you have this limit? Ye Feng asked.

What he meant was that there was no limit to the stakes, such as the maximum number of hedrons a person could throw.

"Of course there is no limit. The disciple replied, of course he hoped that Ye Feng would invest a huge amount of spar to bet on Ye Feng to win.

"That's good, that's what you said. Ye Feng smiled obscenely, and the disciple seemed to see that something was not quite right, but he didn't understand the meaning of Ye Feng's smile.

"I'm 50 to 1, right? Ye Feng emphasized.

"That's right. The disciple gave a satisfactory reply.

"In that case, all the brothers and sisters present here will give me a testimony, and I will bet on myself to win. As he spoke, Ye Feng threw a storage bag on the table in front of the disciple.

"Storage bag!" The disciples present all exclaimed, they have all seen the storage bag classics, well, they have seen it, everyone wants to have one, but they can't afford it.

Cultivation is a work of devouring hedrons, and each step forward requires a large number of spars, and few low-level monks have hedrons to buy luxury items such as storage bags.

"It's great to have a storage bag, maybe there's only one lower grade spar in it. A disciple said sourly.

"Huh. "Typical grape sour mentality, Ye Feng didn't care, grabbed the bottom of the storage bag, lifted it casually, and poured the spar inside on the table.

"Ding Dong!" the sound of the hedron striking was so pleasant.

"Isn't it just more than twenty spars, what's there? A disciple didn't look carefully, but casually glanced at it and said.

"Wow. ”

"Pure hedron!"

An exclamation rang out.

Twenty spars are correct, but these twenty spars have a strange light on them, and the almost transparent color shows the difference in the quality of the spars.

The stupid crowd stared at the spar on the table, as if saliva was flowing unconsciously.

"Zhongpin, pure spar!" the disciple who could be responsible for collecting the bets stammered word by word.

"That's right, even if you have the eyesight, I will invest twenty medium-grade pure spars and bet on myself to win. Ye Feng also put away his smile at this time and said solemnly.

"What!" The disciples who couldn't see the situation in front of them were also stunned when they heard Ye Feng say this, this stroke is too big, just now Zhen Xuetian's hundred high-grade spars were surprised, and twenty medium-grade pure spars appeared.

Could it be that the spars have been as worthless as dirt in recent years, or is this Ye Feng digging up the spar veins.

The disciple looked embarrassed, trembling and not daring to speak.

"Why, don't you dare make me bet. Ye Feng stared at the disciple and said.

"No, no, I can't call the shots with such a huge bet. Wiping a handful of sweat from his forehead, he said tremblingly.

At this time, everyone did not dare to speak, paying attention to the movements here, and it was rare for the originally chaotic venue to be quiet.

"What's going on. With a dignified low voice, a middle-aged man walked over, who was the nominal initiator of this gamble, a deacon of the Sword Pavilion.

When his gaze fell on the table, he was also petrified on the spot.

He had seen a pure spar, this amount of pure spar was the first time he had seen it, and it was from the hands of a disciple in the Qi Gathering Period, and what was even more unacceptable was that the owner of the spar was one of the protagonists of this life and death ring.

Conspiracy, obviously a conspiracy, the deacon who reacted was the first to think that it must be Sun Qi who was playing tricks behind his back and wanted to hit the momentum of the Sword Pavilion.

Isn't this sending spars to the Sword Pavilion, it is estimated that it is not enough for Sun Qi to kick all the belongings of the Spirit Beast Peak in order to make up these spars, maybe where else to borrow some, this time Sun Qi must lose a lot, so that everyone can understand that the majesty of the Sword Pavilion is inviolable in the Wanghai Sect.

"Ye Feng, are you trying to disrupt the order? The deacon scared Ye Feng with a black face.

"Why, are you going to put it under great pressure, or are you playing the score, or the Sword Pavilion can't afford to play. Elder Sun Qi's voice came from behind everyone.

Everyone immediately avoided a path to both sides, even if the status of Spirit Beast Peak was very low in the Wanghai Sect, after all, the identity of the person was there, and it was also at the elder level.

"Elder Sun, what do you mean by that. The deacon's face changed again and again, and it seemed that it really confirmed the idea in his heart, Sun Qi was making trouble behind his back.

"Ye Feng is just a bet, why do you say that he is disturbing the order. Sun Qi was not happy, and sure enough, as Ye Feng said yesterday, there were no good people in the Sword Pavilion.

The level of the deacon is one level lower than that of the elder, and the elder should be called uncle, and this deacon of the Sword Pavilion obviously did not regard Sun Qi as the level of uncle.

Yesterday, Ye Feng went to find Sun Qi, just to let Sun Qi appear at a critical moment, so as not to win a huge amount of spar in the end, and the Sword Pavilion would not give it.

"If you Sword Pavilion are afraid that you can't afford to lose, it's still too late to cancel the gambling game. "Sun Qi is not angry but mighty, people's cultivation is there, and a little coercion is released casually, which is enough for these disciples.

The deacon's eyes rolled, thinking about countermeasures, Sun Qi would not be untargeted, and dared to make such a big bet, obviously optimistic about Ye Feng, one loss of fifty, twenty pieces of medium-grade pure spars, once Ye Feng won, but he has to compensate people for a thousand medium-grade pure spars, that is, a high-grade pure spars.

Even if you squeeze all your bones and dregs, you can't afford to pay for it, and this matter is really not something that a deacon can call the shots.

"What, Elder Sun is going to turn against my Sword Pavilion. A cold snort came from afar, and although the voice was a little low, it clearly reached everyone's ears.