The ruffian enters the fairyland

Many Spirit Beast Peak disciples saw Ye Feng walk into Elder Sun Qi's residence with an upright face. ┠ ⊿ & ┨

After careful observation, many observant disciples discovered that Ye Feng's upright face had a slightly wretched look.

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

After a night of nothing to say, it was a rare day for Wanghai School.

Today is the day when the legendary arena of life and death of the Wanghai School opens. The reason why it is said to be in the legend is because the arena of life and death is useless, and no disciples have climbed it for many years.

All the disciples of the Wanghai faction are waiting for this day to come, and the leader, Gongsunhui, is really awesome, announcing that the entire Wanghai faction will have a day off, and all disciples can go to the life and death arena to watch the decisive battle between Ye Feng and Ruan Jialin.

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

The area of ​​the main peak of the Wanghai School is large enough to accommodate all the disciples of the Wanghai School.

As soon as the sky was bright, countless disciples flocked to grab a good position.

The noise around the ring of life and death disturbed the usually quiet place, and the disciples gathered together, talking about the duel.

"Senior Brother Wang, have you placed your bet?"

"Of course I did. This is an opportunity to earn a lot of crystals. Is it my style to miss the opportunity?"

"That's right, I pressed 100 yuan of middle-grade spar, and it will become 200 yuan in a while, saving more than a year of struggle."

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

"I hope Ye Feng can win." A disciple held a completely different view from others.

"How do you say that?"

"I bet five middle-grade crystals and bet on Ye Feng to win. The odds are 250 times. That's [-] middle-grade crystals. If Ye Feng wins, am I making a lot of money?"

"Sure enough, you are two hundred and five. How can you win if you can lose your body? Don't miss the last two hundred and five, and all five yuan will fall into it." The disciple beside him laughed.

"Tch, what do you know, if you place a small bet, you may win a lot of money. Even if Ye Feng loses, there is no big loss. This is gambling."

"That's right, you're still smart, why didn't I think of that." Some disciples also reacted after hearing what he said, and ran to the betting shop not far from the life and death arena.

A loss of [-] ah, once there is an emergency situation, it will be a big profit.

The betting shop was crowded with people, and a large number of disciples were betting.

If you observe carefully, you will find that although there are both of them, there are obvious differences.

Those who pressed Ruan Jialin won large sums of spar, while those who pressed Ye Feng won small amounts.

From the amount, it can be seen that none of the disciples thought Ye Feng could win, they just had an upset attitude and tried to have a small and big mentality. It doesn't matter if you lose, it's better to win.

"Are the three junior sisters also crushing Ruan Jialin?" Three beautiful female disciples came to the betting shop, each with their own characteristics, one with a cold expression, one with a slight smile, and one with anger all the time.

"I bet Ruan Jialin to win, 200 yuan for mid-grade spar." Said the angry female disciple.

"Feifei, isn't that too much?"

"Senior Sister Mei, I just like Ruan Jialin." Feifei said.

"I'll beat Ye Feng to win, 100 yuan for top-grade spar." The slightly smiling female disciple was Zhen Xuetian.

"What, there is still 100 yuan of high-grade crystal stones for Ye Feng to win. Is there too many crystal stones and no place to give them away?" A disciple next to him exclaimed, this is the one with the biggest bet on Ye Feng's win so far .

The disciple who was in charge of collecting the bets suddenly relaxed a lot. Now the bets on Ruan Jialin to win are already too big, and the bets on Ye Feng are still very few. If things go on like this, after Ruan Jialin wins, this time the bet will lose too much .

Both Feifei and Mei Zhiruo couldn't help looking at Zhen Xuetian, shocked by her generosity.

Mei Zhiruo thought about it, took out 100 yuan of middle-grade spar, and pressed Ye Feng to win.

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

"Senior Sister Mei, how did you pressure Ye Feng to win? Isn't this obviously a loss-making business?" Feifei said puzzledly.

Mei Zhiruo shook her head secretly, no wonder Ye Feng hated Feifei so much, she didn't think Feifei was so annoying, now it seems that Feifei is really not welcome.

"Let's just give Ye Feng confidence and support." Mei Zhiruo said.

"I believe my cousin will win, he has never let me down." Zhen Xuetian said with a firm face.

"Okay, my cousin knows me well, let's see how I can help you multiply the spar 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 watching her with a smile, which made Zhen Xuetian blush for no reason.

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

Some disciples recognized Ye Feng.

"He is Ye Feng!"

"If he doesn't prepare for the life-and-death arena, what is he doing here?"

The disciples discussed in low voices.

After greeting Mei Zhiruo, Ye Feng went directly to the disciple in charge of betting, "I want to bet."

"Okay, but I have to explain in advance that you can't force 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 kind of game it is, must not bet on the opponent to win. Otherwise, if you put water in the duel and deliberately lose to the opponent, wouldn't it be a cheating bet.

However, in a decisive battle like the life-and-death arena, there is no brainless person who would throw water in a duel. Isn't that equivalent to suicide?

"May I ask if you have a limit on this game?" Ye Feng asked.

What he means is that there is no cap on the bet, such as how many crystals a person can invest at most.

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

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

"My odds are fifty to one, right?" Ye Feng emphasized.

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

"In this case, all the senior brothers present can bear witness to me, and I will bet on myself to win." Ye Feng threw a storage bag on the table in front of the disciple as he spoke.

"Storage bag!" All the disciples present exclaimed. They have seen all the classics of storage bags, um, they have seen them. Everyone wants to own one, but they can't afford it.

Cultivation is a job of devouring crystals. Every step forward requires a lot of crystals. Few low-level monks have crystals to buy luxury accessories such as storage bags.

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

"Hehe." With a typical sour mentality, Ye Feng didn't care about it. He grabbed the bottom of the storage bag, lifted it casually, and dumped the spar inside on the table.

"Ding dong!" The spar made a crisp sound when it hit, it was so pleasant.

"Isn't it just more than 20 crystal stones? What's there?" A disciple glanced casually and said without looking carefully.

"Wow, what a pity."

"Pure spar!"

There was an exclamation.

The 20-yuan spar is correct, but the 20-yuan spar is shining with a strange light, and the almost transparent color shows the difference in the quality of the spar.

The dumbfounded people stared at the spar on the table, seeming to be drooling unconsciously.

"Middle grade, pure spar!" The disciple who was in charge of collecting bets stuttered every word.

"That's right, even if you have good eyesight, I'll bet 20 yuan on the middle-grade pure spar, and I'll 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 previous situation were also stunned when they heard Ye Feng say this. Yuan Zhongpin pure spar.

Could it be that crystal stones are as worthless as dirt these days, or is this Ye Feng digging crystal veins.

The disciple looked embarrassed, trembling and afraid to speak.

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

"No, no, I can't be the master of such a huge bet." Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said tremblingly.

At this time, everyone was afraid to speak, and they were paying attention to the movement here. It was rare for the originally chaotic venue to be peaceful.

"What's going on." With a majestic deep voice, a middle-aged man came over. It was the nominal initiator of this bet, a deacon of Jiange.

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

He has seen pure spar before, this is the first time he has seen this amount of pure spar, and it is still from the hands of a disciple of the energy gathering period, what is even more unacceptable is that the owner of the spar is the one who participated in this life-and-death competition. One of the protagonists.

Conspiracy, obviously a conspiracy, the deacon who reacted was the first to think that Sun Qi must be playing tricks behind his back, trying to hit Jiange's aura.

Isn't this sending crystals to Jiange? It is estimated that Sun Qi kicked off all the belongings of Spirit Beast Peak in order to collect these crystals. Maybe he should borrow some from somewhere. Sun Qi must lose a lot this time. Big one, let everyone understand that the majesty of Jiange is inviolable in Wanghai faction.

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

"Why, are you trying to suppress with great force, or are you showing off, or Jiange can't afford it anymore." Elder Sun Qi's voice came from behind the crowd.

Everyone immediately avoided a path to both sides, even though the status of Lingshoufeng was very low in the Wanghai faction, after all, their status was there, at least they were elders.

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

"Ye Feng is just betting. Why do you say he disturbed the order?" Sun Qi was not happy. Sure enough, as Ye Feng said yesterday, there are no good people in Jiange.

The level of deacons is one level lower than that of elders, and elders should be called uncles, but this Jiange deacon obviously does not regard Sun Qi as uncles.

Ye Feng went to find Sun Qi yesterday, just to let Sun Qi show up at a critical moment, so as not to win a huge amount of crystals in the end, and Jiange would not give it up.

"If you Jiange are afraid that you won't be able to pay back, it's still too late to cancel the bet." Sun Qi did not get angry but threatened. With his cultivation base there, a little coercion casually released is enough for these disciples to bear.

The deacon rolled his eyes, thinking about the countermeasures. Sun Qi would not be aimless. He dared to make such a big bet. Compensation for 20 yuan of middle-grade pure spar, that is, a piece of top-grade pure spar.

Even if you squeezed all the scum from your own bones, you still can't afford it. This matter is really not up to the deacon.

"Why, Elder Sun is going to turn against Jiange with me." A cold snort came from a distance, although the voice was a little low, it was clearly heard by everyone.