Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"What?"

"500 million spirit stones? You're crazy about money." Zhao will scold angrily when he hears Ye Feng's words.

"Why? You're so unsure of yourself, surnamed Zhao? If you can win, why care about the bet of only 500 million spirit stones? It seems that you are not your opponent..."

"The seven late masters of the empty world dare not bet with me, a double martial artist of the empty world. If Mingguang peak has a disciple like you, it will really lose face... Tut tut..." Ye Feng did his best to ridicule, but the General Zhao opposite looked gloomy and seemed to be dripping water.

"Ha ha... Ignorant child... You, you are so rampant and crazy..."

"OK. In front of so many martial arts masters, I will make this gambling agreement with you and do as you say. At that time, I hope you have no Shuangfeng and don't regret..." before the voice fell, General Zhao brushed his sleeve and left.

If he continues to stay here, he can't be angry with Ye Feng.

Obviously, he wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate wushuangfeng and attack Ye Feng's war intention by the way, but he didn't expect to be coquettish because he didn't eat mutton. Instead, he was very angry. Zhao Jiang really ate a dumb loss this time.

However, the purpose of his coming this time has been achieved.

Wushuangfeng made a bet and wanted to take out two Tianzi cultivation rooms as bets. Although Mingguang and Canglong peaks also wanted to take out 500 million spirit stones, Zhao Jiang didn't think that Ye Feng had the ability to beat him.

He already knew that Ye Feng defeated Wang zizhao, but how could Wang zizhao compare with himself?

Wang zizhao is far from the opponent of General Zhao in terms of cultivation and combat effectiveness.

Empty environment? That's a piece of rubbish that can be easily wiped out by a finger. The boy just took his two fists and was full of confidence. He thought he was qualified to fight with himself. Unexpectedly, he deliberately showed the enemy's weakness and lured the other party into the trap.

Thinking that after ten days, he could not only kill Ye Feng to vent his evil spirit, but also get two permanent Tianzi cultivation rooms, Zhao Jiang's anger was abandoned to the clouds.

How many spirit stones can't be bought

Looking at Zhao Jiang's far away back, Ye Feng smiled. Instead, Yan Xifeng's main face showed a worried look, hesitated and said, "Xiao Feng, are you really confident to defeat this person?"

"Lord Feng, don't worry. I'm not sure, but now I'm sure I can win..." Ye Feng nodded and replied.

"But do you know that this man didn't show all his strength just now? Maybe he... Deliberately tempted you to be deceived." Yan Xifeng said with some worry.

"Peak master, you see?" Ye Feng asked very calmly.

"Nonsense. I don't have any eyes. Don't think he just has that strength. This boy is very insidious."

"In fact, I have known for a long time that the combat power of Zhao will erupt just now is almost 70% of that of Wang zizhao, who is guarding the medicine garden. His cultivation is still above that of Wang zizhao. How can I not understand that this is deliberately showing weakness... But don't worry, Feng Lord. If he thinks he can deceive you and me, he really wants too much."

Ye Feng smiled faintly, with a trace of joy in his tone.

Originally, Ye Feng was not sure that he could beat him, but now, Ye Feng can almost win the ticket.

Because, just now, when the two hands over, Ye Feng can use the battle space to recreate a Zhao general with current strength, and can continue to be familiar with and understand this person's skills and martial arts through the next few days of fighting until he has 100% confidence and defeat him.

Both sides are intriguing. However, Zhao Jiang can be described as stealing chickens instead of eroding rice. He automatically delivered the rice to the door and dug his own grave.

How could he know that Ye Feng has such a magical weapon as "battle space". In the battle space, he can't hide his strength, and all his martial arts and weapons should be exposed.

He has a mental calculation but no intention. He is completely restrained. This time, it is difficult for him to survive

Time waits for no man.

Ye Feng went directly to the Tianzi No. 3 training room of the air transport tower. As soon as he entered it, he felt the strong vigorous Qi in the air. Ye Feng was very calm, and his divine sense instantly entered the mysterious round platform.

First, spend 10 million spirit stones in exchange for a time ratio of one to one hundred in ten days. In this way, he has nearly three years for ordinary martial artists to practice in these ten days.

Ye Feng didn't directly go to the battle space to practice with General Zhao's virtual shadow, but began to practice "ten square Bagua fist" again.

The move "Qiangong Tianquan" in the first eight movements of this set of boxing has been practiced for a long time before it can barely touch the doorway. It takes a very long time to practice if you want to achieve a small success.

However, after playing several times, he couldn't get the door. Just when he reluctantly shook his head and planned to give up, suddenly, a burst of silver bell like laughter was heard in his ears.

"Cluck, little brother... Unexpectedly, you have a lot of secrets!"

The magic dancing witch, who is full of temptation to men, impressively appears in the space and is making fun of Ye Feng.

It seems that she has already appeared. The scene of Ye Feng's clumsy practice of "Qiangong Tianquan" seems to be seen by her.

Ye Feng stared round her eyes.

"Don't look at my sister like this. My sister will be shy... Your boxing is very interesting. You use your energy to transform and play the power of heaven attribute. How can this boxing be similar to Jiugong Baji boxing of Jiugong Xuan, but it looks better than Jiugong Baji boxing. Wanjuezong doesn't have such a boxing. Where did you get it, little brother?"

Ye Feng ignored her question, but looked black: "the mysterious round platform exists in the sea. How can you... Come in?"

The magic dancing witch looked proud, "giggle" smiled: "because we share the soul, you have me, I have... Giggle, but not you... Although we are not as close as one, it is almost the same. In essence, our souls communicate, so if you can come in here, I can do it."

"Is it that my divine sense can go in and out of your sea of knowledge at will?" asked Ye Feng.

"Yes... Of course, your mental strength needs to be stronger than my sister. Ha ha... It should not be possible in the past 1000 years." the magic dance witch opened her mouth and looked very charming.

Ye Feng was very speechless. He felt that he had completely fallen into a bottomless vortex, both sad and powerless.

"Well, well, don't look at me with such a sad look, sister. I won't harm you. After all, you and I share the soul. Harming you is tantamount to harming yourself. On some issues, sister can give you some suggestions, such as... This boxing..." seeing Ye Feng's expression easing, she said with a smile, "Although my sister doesn't know your human martial arts, all the sources are the same. Why don't you... Give me a few words?"

"Oh?" hearing this, Ye Feng, who was originally a little decadent, was happy. He was worried about how to quickly cultivate his martial arts skills. He quickly arched his hands and said, "please speak!"