Tripod Reverses the Heaven

Things have developed to this situation. Gu Feng simply straightened his waist and said to the two: "if you want two people to compete with me, you must take another 10 million, otherwise there is no need to talk about it. I am not an easy person."

"You... Want to die!" One person couldn't bear it, so he planned to do it, but Nangong Zheng stopped him.

Nangong said to the two teenagers with a straight face, "the old wind is right. Your ten million is really just a person's bet. If they all want to fight him, they have to come up with $10 million. If you don't, you'll have to fight only once! "

Nangong Zheng's words were very interesting. It was clear that he was deliberately stimulating the two teenagers. Although the two teenagers couldn't take it out, Nangong was aware that their master had.

Sure enough, the young man who just didn't open his mouth to borrow yuanjingshi couldn't help it. He jumped high and said angrily: "fart, who didn't? Who can't take it out? Do you know who my master is? Can my master still lack such a little bit of Yuan spar? "

"Since there is, take it out quickly. What are you doing?" The old wind teased, and his face was full of banter.

"Hum, you wait!"

The man refused, then turned around and arched at the grey robed old man on the podium again: "master, please borrow ten million disciples and return them to you later!"

"Hey!" The grey robed old man shook his head and smiled bitterly. He could see that his two disciples were inferior to each other except for their strength in front of the ancient style.

Helpless, he waved again, and another pile of yuanjingshi with purple light flew out of his hand, suspended in the air and shining.

Woo!

Countless people took a breath of air conditioning, and they were convinced by the big pen of the old man in gray robe. The 20 million yuan spar was taken out without blinking. It's really domineering.

The ancient wind also took a breath of cold air, and his eyes were straight. He stared at the two piles of yuanspar and couldn't move his eyes anymore.

"Hehe, people in rural areas are so excited about a little yuan spar." One person smiles and looks at the ancient style with disdain.

Taking back his eyes, Gu Feng was secretly angry. It was a shame this time. He was scolded as a countryman and had never seen the world. He couldn't bear it.

"Who will come first? I took care of you earlier. These yuan spars are all mine. "

"I'll come first!"

"Why? I was the first to challenge him. I should have come first! "

The two teenagers quarreled on the spot. They had the idea that they would fight if they disagreed, which made countless people dumbfounded.

"These two people fight red in the face. Won't they fight first?" The people of wuliangzong are also stupid and feel incredible one by one.

The grey robed old man on the podium was covered with black lines and felt ashamed. It is indeed a shame to have these two living treasure disciples.

However, just at this time, another loud voice sounded from the crowd: "I see, who of you should come first or discuss it slowly. You are all your own people. Don't hurt your harmony. You discuss your. We'll hurry up and bet. "

Countless people looked at the place where they spoke, and saw a middle-aged man in white flying high up from the crowd. With a smile on his face, he said to the audience who didn't count: "it's rare to see a peak duel. How can there be no colorful head? I'll take charge of the villa. You bet 1:1 on antiquity and 1:10 on these two people. Who comes first, first come, first served! "

Gu Feng and Bai Changlao also looked at the speaker for the first time. At this look, their hearts suddenly "clattered" and their faces turned white.

It turned out that this was an acquaintance, the God who wanted to take the ancient customs as his disciples.

At this moment, the ancient wind unconsciously retreated two steps, feeling a little confused and flustered. He knows that if this person appears here, it means that he is still making his own ideas.

"Haunted!" Gu Feng scolded secretly and was a little angry.

Elder Bai's face was also very ugly. He was not worried about how the God would treat the ancient wind. He was just worried that the God would kill the ancient wind after knowing the identity of the ancient wind.

The old man in grey on the podium was also surprised and his face changed slightly. He arched his hands at the middle-aged man without saying a word.

The middle-aged man just smiled and ignored anyone. Then he opened his mouth to the ancient wind: "you boy must cheer me up. The odds are so high. Don't let me lose."

"Oh, that's nature!" Gu Feng smiled and immediately understood the intention of the middle-aged man. The reason why he opened the odds so high is that he has absolute confidence in himself. He wants to cheat the greedy people and make a lot of money.

"The belly is black. It seems that the middle-aged uncle is darker than me." Antique slander.

Countless people under the stage talked endlessly, and the two teenagers were angry. A teenager shouted at the middle-aged God: "what are you? What makes our odds so high? Do you think we will lose to the villagers? "

"Yes, what are you? Believe it or not, I asked the master to cut you? " Another person also opened his mouth, his tone was very arrogant, as if their master was invincible.

As soon as the two men opened their mouth, their master's face immediately collapsed and immediately drank coldly: "shut up, you two evil disciples, this matter is over. Go back and shut up and think about it!"

A divine figure was scolded by his disciples, and the old man in gray robe was extremely frightened. Although he was also a God, he knew that he was far from the opponent of the middle-aged man. He also said to let himself cut others. It is estimated that not necessarily who will cut who at that time!

Surprisingly, the middle-aged man was very generous. Although he was drunk and scolded by two yellow mouthed children, he was not angry at all. He smiled and said, "ha ha, it doesn't hurt. Young people always have water chestnut and need time to polish it slowly."

He ignored the two teenagers and the old man in gray robes on the podium. He continued to shout to the crowd, "come on, hurry up and bet. If you want to make a fortune, let's go to the two teenagers!"

The voice of the middle-aged man is a little special and full of temptation. I saw that the people under the stage were talking again. Finally, someone stood up. He hesitated and said, "I'm an ancient wind. I'm his loyal supporter!"

"You have to think about it? His odds are a little low, and his bet is quite uneconomical. If you consider, these two people are different. They not only have high odds, but also have strong strength. Even if they are suppressed, the physical body in the golden body realm can't be fake. Their winning rate is very high! "

The middle-aged man was bewitched again, and his voice was very provocative.