Youth's Cultivation

"Yunzu, don't worry, I'll beat the ass of that wild girl!"

There is only a fire son at the peak of Yuanying and a sword on the ninth floor of Yuanying, so Meng Feiyan naturally feels that her opponent must be fire son.

"Wild girl, come on, Miss Ben will beat your ass to blossom!"

"Who is afraid of who, but you don't cry!" Fire is unwilling to show weakness.

The sword looked at Wang Xiaohu, but Wang Xiaohu shook his head slightly and didn't mean to let him go up this game.

If the sword goes up and wins this game, it can ensure invincibility, but what's the meaning.

Wang Xiaohu also saw that Meng Feiyan on the opposite side was very powerful. At least he was no worse or even stronger than Meng Yuhua who had just played. However, Huoer, although he had the same cultivation as Murong Jiu, his combat experience was very poor.

The battle is about to begin. Huoer seems really nervous, because they haven't lost the previous two games, and she knows what this one means.

"Wait!"

But the battle was just about to begin, and Meng Feiyan suddenly shouted to stop.

"Why, do you want to admit defeat?" Huoer looked at Meng Feiyan contemptuously.

"Dream, Miss Ben will lose to you. Hum, Miss Ben wants to raise!"

"Add, add what note?" Huoer doesn't understand what she means!

"Stupid, of course it's a bet. Just bet on the outcome of our game. Ten million spirit stones, dare you!" Meng Feiyan raised the storage room in his hand.

Although Huoer never worried about the spirit stone, she didn't bring much. The spirit stones of Chu Zhenhai have all become the booty of Wang Xiaohu. Now she can't take out 10 million spirit stones.

But Huoer didn't want to show weakness and looked back at Wang Xiaohu.

When Wang Xiaohu heard that Meng Feiyan wanted to fill up, the corners of his mouth immediately rose. This girl really knows my heart!

"It's only 10 million. It's too little. If you want to bet, bet a little more!" Wang Xiaohu's flat mouth.

"Hum, it's a small golden elixir period. You can take out some spirit stones!" Meng Feiyan disdained.

"Well, I'll calculate... A thousand!" Wang Xiaohu said it very seriously.

"A thousand... Hahaha..."

The audience all around immediately laughed, a thousand spirit stones, do you mean to say it?

Meng Feiyan looked contemptuous. He just wanted to be ironic, but he saw Wang Xiaohu wave his hand and a pile of colorful spirit stones fly out in front of him. The aura of the whole square was rich in a moment

"God, the best spirit stone..."

"A thousand supreme spirit stones, this..."

Many people have red eyes. Most people here have no more than 100 top-grade spirit stones.

But the servants of huashenjing around Wang Xiaohu are not ornaments. None of them dare to touch the bad luck.

"You..." Meng Feiyan was shocked and speechless. Even if he was a little rich, he had only a dozen top-grade spiritual stones, because the top-grade spiritual stones were very rare.

She sold all her things. There must be more than a hundred spirit stones, but she can't sell all the equipment pills in exchange for some top-grade spirit stones!

"Hey, do you want to add it? If I think one thousand is not enough, how about two thousand? "

Wang Xiaohu's words made Meng Feiyan almost crazy. A thousand, a thousand best spirit stones, you said it earlier!

Not to mention a thousand, she can't take out a hundred top-grade spirit stones, let alone two thousand?