Tyrant Dragon Emperor

Chapter 0095 This kid is crazy!

"Damn! Can't let him be so arrogant!"

"We must teach him!"

"Kill this bronze palace!"

Although the shouts shook the sky, no one dared to play rashly when thinking of Jiang Tian's performance.

At this moment, two people, one old and one young, suddenly appeared in front of the Zhanwu Platform.

Their expressions were cold, their gazes squinted, and their gestures showed aloof pride.

The old man wore a golden robe, and it was Ling Jiuyuan, the deputy head of the Golden Palace!

The young man is his distant grand nephew, Ling Zijian, a new student in the Golden Palace.

"Why is Zhanwutai so lively?" Ling Jiuyuan smiled contemptuously, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"A group of mediocre guys think how amazing they are, even if they jump for joy, they are still frogs at the bottom of the well!" Ling Zijian smiled coldly, and released his blood pulse spiritual power a little.

The breath fluctuation swept away, everyone was shocked, and when they looked back, they were overjoyed.

"God, it turned out to be the deputy hall master!"

"Meet the deputy hall master!"

Everyone saluted Ling Jiuyuan, Yu Dong and Zhuo Yong hurriedly got up, and paid homage to him without taking off the ring, looking very embarrassed and embarrassed.

The arrival of Ling Zijian gave Jindian disciples hope, and the atmosphere suddenly became hot.

"Great! Senior Brother Ling Zijian came at the right time!"

"Senior Brother Ling is the outstanding one among the freshmen. It is said that the talent strength is second only to the four great geniuses. Now Jiang Tian is suffering!"

"Senior Brother Ling, hurry up and teach Jiang Tian to let him know how powerful the Golden Palace disciple is!"

Everyone scattered around and took the initiative to give up the passage.

When the audience said that, Ling Zijian's face suddenly sank, feeling a little unbelievable.

"Zhuo Yong, Yu Dong, you actually lost to the trash of the bronze hall?"

"Brother Ling, I..."

"We're just..." Zhuo Yong and Yu Dong hesitated, their expressions were ugly.

Seeing their embarrassment, Ling Jiuyuan also frowned, feeling very shameless.

"Trash! The disciple of the Golden Temple has never been defeated by the disciple of the Tongdian on a formal occasion. The two of you really set the stage and lost the face of the Golden Temple!" Ling Jiuyuan sternly scolded, his cold eyes falling on Jiang Tian's face, revealing Incomparable contempt.

Several Jindian disciples whispered diligently, and Ling Zijian immediately understood the reason.

"Hehe, no wonder you will lose to Jiang Tian. It turns out that it was his defeated man. This time it is not uncommon to lose again."

Hearing Ling Zijian's ridicule, Zhuo Yong and Yu Dong flushed with embarrassment, and they wanted to find a place to get in.

"However, the face of the Golden Palace can't be buried in your hands. What's more, let me teach this bronze temple, and let you have a long experience!" Ling Zijian yelled coldly, his eyes shooting like two invisible swords. Jiang Tian, ​​his posture was determined.

"Another self-righteous idiot!" Jiang Tian shook his head and sighed, feeling speechless.

Although Ling Zijian was better than Zhuo Yong and Yu Dong, he was still at the ninth level of the Spirit Building Realm, and there was nothing special about him.

Of course, he would not be too blind. After all, the other party is the same clan of the deputy palace master, and there must be some outstanding points.

"Are you really going to fight me?" Jiang Tian smiled leisurely, his expression slightly strange.

Ling Zijian's face sank, suddenly a little annoyed.

Most of the disciples of the Golden Palace would bow to him, but Jiang Tian was so arrogant and provocative!

"Unreasonable! You arrogantly, see if I don't beat you to kneel and beg for mercy!" Ling Zijian yelled, and shook his body to the ring.

"You two embarrassing trash, won't you get out of me?"

Under Ling Zijian's cursing, Zhuo Yong and Yu Dong went down to the ring.

However, they were not reconciled to such a sad ending, and immediately got an idea after a glance at each other.

"Ah, in such a lively occasion, how can I do without a lottery? Come and place your bets!" Zhuo Yong shouted loudly.

"I'm making a pile. Brother Ling wins one and loses two, and Jiang Tian loses ten!" Yu Dong took out a dozen silver tickets, which looked like a million taels.

Of course, they weren't enthusiastic about doing this. First, they felt that Ling Zijian was victorious, and second, they wanted to please Ling Zijian and Ling Jiuyuan in a disguised form, so as to restore some influence.

Sure enough, as soon as the shout fell, Ling Zijian smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

Although Ling Jiuyuan was a little bit disdainful, his expression was somewhat relieved, and his performance was somewhat useful to the two.

Everyone was even more gambling, their eyes shining.

"There is still suspense? Jiang Tian will definitely be beaten and disabled. I will pay a thousand taels and buy Senior Brother Ling to win!"

"I gave two thousand taels to bet Brother Ling wins, but the odds are a bit lower!"

"Hey, the low point doesn't matter, anyway, I'm sure to make money, I'll bet three thousand taels!"

"I bet five thousand taels!"

The silver rewards accumulate quickly, and in a short time it reaches as many as 100,000 taels, and the momentum is extremely hot.

"Jiang Tian, ​​you can't escape a defeat today, and you will lose miserably! Don't linger, take action!" Ling Zijian couldn't hold back the fighting spirit in his heart, and wanted to blast Jiang Tian off the ring.

If you dare to violate the majesty of the Golden Temple, you must pay a heavy price!

Ling Jiuyuan smiled deeply, and said pretentiously: "Zijian, you just need to win, don't make your moves too heavy, otherwise others will say you bully the Tongdian disciple."

Ling Zijian nodded his head seriously: "My uncle is so compassionate even the disciples of the Tongdian Temple, and I really admire Zijian! Uncle rest assured, I will have a sense of measure."

I have to say that Ling Zijian is really good at flattering. When he said that, many disciples cast their respectful eyes on Ling Jiuyuan.

Being so considerate of Jiang Tian's face, I have to say that the realm of Deputy Palace Master Ling is high!

Jiang Tian suddenly took out a silver ticket: "I'll bet too!"

"You have to bet too. Shouldn't you bet Brother Ling to win?" Zhuo Yong and Yu Dong sneered.

Jiang Tian smiled weirdly: "One hundred thousand taels, I will win by myself."

"What?" Everyone was shocked!

"This kid is crazy!"

"I think he's got **** in his head, he dare to buy it, I really have a long experience!"

"Hehe, wait to see how he cries!"

"Unexpectedly, there are really such brain-disabled people in the world!"

Everyone shook their heads and sneered, mocking them all.

"Is Jiang Tian too impulsive?" Wei Ming frowned, very disturbed.

"Junior Brother Jiang, you have to think carefully!" Qiao Ya's face was solemn and worried.

"Jiang Tian, ​​Ling Zijian is a genius in the Golden Palace, it's nothing if you lose, you can't make any more money!" Zhuo Lei was born in poverty and knew the preciousness of money, and was even more worried.

They felt that Jiang Tian had been dazzled by the victory, and even Ling Zijian didn't pay attention to it, fearing that he would suffer.

Those Golden Temple disciples are all rich and wealthy, and it doesn't matter if they win or lose, but for Jiang Tian, ​​one hundred thousand taels of silver is probably not a small amount.

Losing and losing money again, this is totally boring!

Who knows that Jiang Tian doesn't care, shook his head and smiled confidently.

"Don't worry, I know it in my heart."