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Huh ~

A sound of wind roared among the crowd, two bodies, one white and one black, jumped out, stepping on the shoulders of the onlookers, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, climbing to the platform.

Before Feng Lingshuang could land, she was swept by the figure in white clothes with a strong energy, and the three of them landed almost at the same time.

Feng Weiran!

Now this guy looks good, he is the "leader" on the Dragon List.

"Junior sister, are you okay?" Feng Weiran asked with concern.

"Bastard, dare to hurt Junior Sister Feng." Zheng Bowen, dressed in black, stood in front of the two of them, pointed at Chen Mo's back and cursed.

The referee Deacon looked at the tense scene and didn't know what to do for a moment, so he looked at Feng Chonglei in the distance.

Feng Chonglei's eyes were filled with cold eyes and stared at the people on the platform.

I thought to myself that this kid is indeed not simple. Feng Lingshuang is only half a step in the cultivation level of the heavenly level, half a step away from the heavenly level. However, he is not close to his body at all. It seems that he has realized a lot of Taihuang Ben Lei Dao.

How to estimate it? It seems that it is not impossible to test the two heavenly kings who are on the Ascension Dragon List on the platform to test the truth.

Immediately nodded slightly to the referee Deacon.

"Boy, dare to touch my son, I will destroy you." Feng Feiyan didn't have so many thoughts, so she hurriedly got up and cursed at the high platform.

Feng Chonglei's face turned red, and he really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in. He knew that his sister was obsessed with Chen Zhengyang, but she couldn't be restrained at all in front of everyone. It seemed that the advice he said was completely in vain.

Chen Mo said to the concubine Feng Yan secretly and sent a voice transmission technique: "Young mother, please rest assured."

Seeing her sitting down half-believingly, she continued to say, "I'm not as good as someone's skills, but I'm still playing sneak attacks. Do you have to bite back?"

Boss, don’t be afraid, Brother Ba is protecting you. Xiao Ba wakes up at this time. He has no sleepiness and walks upright to Chen Mo.

It can be said that father and son fight, brothers fight.

"What a boy who doesn't know the best of heaven and earth. Then I will teach you a lesson so that you can know what it means to have heaven beyond heaven and there are people beyond heaven."

Zheng Bowen said coldly that with his own cultivation level at the beginning of the heavenly level, the person in front of him was just an ant under his feet, just to see if he was willing to step on to death.

As he spoke, strands of pure Xuangang energy were condensed in the palm of his palm.

"Junior brother, don't be careless."

Seeing that the visitor was not good, Chen Jun knew that anyone on the Dragon List had a great cultivation level, so he was worried about Chen Mo.

"Haha, it seems that Chen Mo, who is the number one in the Qianlong List, has a very good qualification. He can actually attract the favor of the disciples on the Shenglong List. I think it would be better to take this opportunity to discuss it, so that I can open my eyes with the disciples present." The referee deacon said lightly.

Damn, you are blind. This is favor, it is clearly provocation. Xiaoba stared at the referee deacon who was talking nonsense, shook the turtle's head, and felt helpless.

"Sect Master. Doesn't this seem to be in compliance with the rules?"

Although Chen Mo absorbed the meaning of Taihuang Thunder Dao, it is now only at the level of the half-step heavenly level. It is impossible to fully utilize it at present. The strength of the two sides on the high platform is very different, and the head of the Chen clan obviously can't stand it anymore.

"Young people, it's a good thing to be more experienced." Feng Chonglei picked up a cup of tea and looked at himself, as if he didn't take the opportunity to happen. Seeing that his sister had become much quieter, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Mo glanced around and sneered in his heart. It seemed that these big guys would not give up if they didn't look at the final analysis today. However, since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude.

He then said, "It's a good exchange, so I'll learn it. However, it's so boring to just gesture a few times. It's better to bet some treasures and help everyone have fun."

puff.

Feng Chonglei sprayed out a mouthful of fragrant tea, and his bet on him to make fun of it, which made him think of someone.

It’s really a “tiger father has no dog son”!

Almost at the same time, the elders of the seniority were shocked and looked at the stage with a stalemate. Even worse, the older ones rubbed Rou's old eyes hard, for fear that they would have misjudged the person.

"Haha..., what a brave boy, he actually dares to bet on treasures with me. He is really overestimating his ability. Then you can tell me a trick. No matter what, I will accept it~"

Zheng Bowen looked up and laughed loudly, and his heart was filled with joy at this moment. He didn't know how to defeat him, but now he was delivered to his door.

This kid is too overestimating his ability. He thought he was dealing with the person from the Qianlong List. I would like to suppress a spirit stone and bet on him to lose.

He will definitely lose, I will win two.

For a moment, the audience was in full swing, and bets on and off the court quickly spread throughout the game.

"Good son, you have the style of your father back then. I will be the banker and I will win."

No one is not willing to support his son. Feng Feiyan took out a bag of hundreds of spirit stones and swung it at the tea table in front of Feng Chonglei.

He continued to say, "Brother, how much are you suppressing?"

Feng Chonglei was obviously no longer calm at this time. He watched his sister push Chen Mo hard, and was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, his face turned blue and white.

He said coldly: "I will lose by suppressing him, Chen Mo." After that, he put a bag of hundreds of spirit stones on the table.

Seeing this, the other elders were not polite at this time. They understood that this was the challenge of the ants and the elephants, and they bet on it and concluded that Chen Mo would lose.

At this time, a pile of fluorescent and shiny spirit stones on the table. I counted it carefully. Except for a few elders of Chen and Feng Concubine Yan standing aside and symbolically gathered dozens of spirit stones, the rest were all won by Zheng Bowen.

"Okay, no matter how much you bet, I will be the banker, all of them will be counted." Feng Feiyan obviously had the urge to love Chen Mo and blindly trust Chen Mo. He waved his jade hand and set up the banker: "As the odds, just pay three at one."

One loses three? That's a sure profit! No matter how powerful the innate is, it's just innate. It's a difference between heaven and earth and earth. If you blow up the hidden dragon pillar, the future has unlimited potential. But the future is just the future after all. At the moment, I'm afraid it's really not a match for Zheng Bowen.

What's more, Chen Mo came from a small country in the countryside of Qingzhou. What real dragon can he raise in such a small pond? He just lost his luck and inherited the entire artistic conception of the Taihuang Thunder Dao of his ancestors.

And such a huge and powerful meaning cannot be completely controlled and exerted by him now.

Since you have money to make money, you're welcome. The elders and deacons smiled at Feng Concubine Yan Xu, saying sorry, but each took out spirit stones, ranging from more than ten or twenty pieces, and the more than forty or fifty pieces, all of which beat Zheng Bowen to win. Even if it's only one-third of the profit, it's extremely cost-effective.

Feng Chonglei was so angry that he was so shameless that he was so angry that he was glaring at him. He knew that his sister Feng Feiyan was stimulated by emotions and had incorrect rational judgments, and they all wanted to go up and dig up a piece of meat.

"Brother, don't stare at me, let them lie, just lie. I will eat as much as I can." Feng Feiyan said with a magnificent momentum.

There was a sigh from the audience. On the high platform, Chen Mo was not idle at this time. He took out thirty spirit stones from the storage ring and shot them towards Fengfeiyan. He laughed and said, "Since my mother trusts me so much, I can't admit defeat. These thirty pieces are my membership money."

Feng Fei Yan Yu's hand wiped, and the spirit stones floated in front of her one after another, and said with a giggle: "Mo'er, beat the arrogant boy Zheng hard for me, don't give my mother a face."

"I understand, little mother." Chen Mo hugged his hands, stared at Zheng Bowen, curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, "How much do you want to bet on?"

Zheng Bowen's brow shrank slightly, and he couldn't help but sneer inwardly, "You gave it for free, so I accepted it with a smile. He also threw out thirty spirit stones and said coldly: "You little brat, don't lose later, even your pants are gone."

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but talk again, are you playing big? The bets in this round are probably not less than a few hundred or thousands of spirit stones. Even the sect leader and the elders participated.

At present, the brave disciples also asked to place bets.

"No problem, three spirit stones are raised..." Feng Feiyan brought someone to paper and pen and happily accepted all kinds of bets.

Feng Chonglei slapped his forehead helplessly. Anyway, this sister couldn't control it, so let her go.

"Since Brother Zheng has placed a bet, you can leave." Chen Mo waved impatiently and gave the order to expel the guest.

What does this kid mean?

Have you given up?

"What do you mean?"

Zheng Bowen was immediately confused, and was furious at this time, and his knuckles were clenched with fists turned white.

Chen Mo smiled, stretched out a finger, pointed at Zheng Bowen, and swayed left and right. As if saying, "You can't do it."

When did Zheng Bowen's eyes have been so despised? With a bang, the Xuangang energy lingered all over his body, and he was about to take a step.

Suddenly, I stopped.

Chen Mo moved his finger away, pointed at Feng Weiran behind him, slowly turned over his palm, and ticked his fingertips.

What, this kid wants to challenge Feng Weiran?

Does he want to die?

After more than ten breaths, the audience was in an uproar.

The noble sect leader and elders couldn't help but be surprised at this time and stood up one after another. Feng Weiran was promoted to the Heavenly King three years ago!

"Boy, you're more talented than your father."

Feng Feiyan held a handkerchief tightly in her palm, as if she had run a hundred miles in one breath, and her chest was pounding.

"Hmph, this kid is too arrogant. Sister, now you regret it, it's still time." Feng Chonglei sneered and said, "You are really a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger."

When dealing with Zheng Bowen, this kid can still have a 10% or 20% chance of winning. After all, the ancestor’s artistic conception of Taihuang Ban Lei is not a vegetarian. But if you want to target Feng Weiran, you will not know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

"Junior brother, you..." Chen Jun was anxious. Feng Weiran was already 34 years old and his strength was far beyond that of Zheng Bowen, who had just entered the Heavenly King.

Chen Mo raised his hand to interrupt Chen Jun's words, stared at Feng Weiran with a sharp look, and said with a smile: "Since you want to compete, you naturally have to find the strongest one. Otherwise, if you defeat one and jump out of a stronger one, wouldn't you be annoyed to death? Brother Feng, are you right?"

In fact, Chen Mo had long seen that Zheng Bowen was Feng Weiran's younger brother. This time he jumped out of the so-called challenge to himself, and it was clearly Feng Weiran's instructing him. Instead of doing this, it would be better to pick the so-called leader in the Dragon List and be quiet in the future.
Chapter completed!