Worldly Stunning Blade

After saying this, the third prince turned around and prepared to leave with his entourage. Just when Basten's always calm face became a little angry, the third prince slowly turned his head and threw out a sentence: "if I lose, I will promise you one thing in my own name."

"Wow --" all the nobles couldn't help but put their eyes on Basten. After all, the third prince said this. If Basten and others really win, they will make a lot of money. That's the promise of the prince of a kingdom. Although it's personal. And Basten and others, losing is just an apology. For the nobility, as long as it is a formal competition, losing is not humiliating. No one wins or loses in the competition.

Basten was stunned for a moment. He thought that the third prince would promise to apologize to them if he lost. Now this condition is really a little too unexpected.

Looking at the third prince with people, he walked smartly to the channel. In the hall on the fifth floor, it seemed a little silent.

"Hum, who cares about your promise? In your own name." Ling Feng sneered, "even in the name of your prince, we don't care. I tell you, if you lose, just wait to apologize to us and be sincere. Also, remember not to be shot in the future..."

The third prince was about to go downstairs. After hearing Ling Feng's cry, he suddenly looked a little trembling. Finally, he held back and didn't look back at Ling Feng and others. However, I was very angry. That's for sure.

Basten gave Lingfeng a thumbs up, and Rijkaard also looked at Lingfeng with great joy. Such a sentence completely suppressed the momentum advantage deliberately created by the third prince.

As for the other people in the hall, their reactions were also different.

"You're not calm." Olmos said to Basten and Ling Feng at this time. "The third prince's own strength doesn't matter for the time being. Among the four followers behind him, there are two Yasheng level masters. If they win two games in three games, they will win a lot."

Basten doesn't care about all this. What he pursues is the competition with experts. Only by constantly competing and challenging, can one's own strength be exercised and increased. Moreover, he himself went to the other party's Yasheng level master.

Moreover, when Basten asked Ling Feng about his eyes at that time, he found that Ling Feng was calm. This is one of the reasons why he took the competition. For a moment, Basten felt that his decision was right.

Ling Feng is noncommittal to Olmos's words.

However, Olmos also knows that it is too late to say anything now. We can only settle down and prepare for the next competition. Perhaps, in this competition, Ling Feng is a variable. Olmos looked at Ling Feng with an indifferent face and thought in his heart. Because even he can't see through Lingfeng's strength. Lingfeng's whole momentum gives people a feeling of high and low, which is really weird.

A moment later, Cassano and Gullit came back together, smiling and shaking their heads to show that there was no movement there. Cassano also told nubel about what happened in the hotel just in case, so that he could be prepared. Ling Feng nodded in praise and settled down.

Good luck. Ling Feng said to Jordan in his heart.

……

An hour is fleeting.

At this time, the backyard of Yunyang hotel was full of people in an open field. Many noble children gathered around the smooth martial arts competition platform and pointed.

You can feel the competition between experts so close. Such opportunities are rare. No wonder there are so many people here.

Montero asked his servants to bring tea tables, chairs and other facilities, just like a spectator, sitting there waiting for the competition. George sat next to him, while Victoria, still veiled, sat on his other side.

In addition, there are some interesting people who seize the opportunity to make a bet on which side wins.

Ling Feng looked at the women who showed a worried look around him, then saw their youthful and beautiful clothes, and then noticed that almost every noble child was more or less followed by several gorgeous women. He sighed in his heart: where is this competition? It became a farce.

Cassano was not used to such scenes. Seeing Ling Feng's sigh expression, he whispered, "young master, why don't we go there later?"

Ling Feng shook his head, pulled Ling Ling to a young man who opened the plate and asked, "is there an upper limit for the bet here?"

When the young man saw that it was Ling Feng, who was the protagonist of the competition, he shook his head, nodded and said, "there is no upper limit for the bet. However, if the bet is too large, I can't accept it here. You can go there." then the young man pointed out a position for Ling Feng.

Ling Feng smiled. It seems that this young man is just a branch agent. How dare he open here without certain strength as the backstage? Ling Feng took Ling Ling to the place where the young man had just pointed out, took out his mercenary card, thought about it, and asked Ling Ling, "ling'er, how much do you think we can press?"

"Well, a thousand..." Ling Ling thought about it.

A thousand crystal coins? It seems that this card doesn't have so much money. Ling Feng thought that he had spent a lot in the past two or three months. Just buying food, playing and clothes for Ling Ling was a big expense. All the money used is the Ninth level magic core sold by Ling Feng in Shami town.

"A thousand gold coins should be able to buy a lot of things. Brother, let's press a thousand gold coins." Ling Ling said happily. It seems that a thousand gold coins is a big amount.

Ling Feng was speechless for a while. It seems that the little girl can only spend money, but she doesn't know enough about the concept of the number of gold coins. It's too little to press a thousand gold coins. Ling Feng clearly saw that if you bet on Ling Feng's side, you will lose five, while if you bet on the third prince, you will only lose 0.5. The dealer really underestimated himself and others! Ling Feng thought, is it the dealer or the owner of Yunyang hotel? That's the property of the third prince and his father.

Ling Feng showed a strange smile on his face, handed the mercenary card "Shua" to the old man in front of the villa and said, "press all the money inside and bet on myself."