"I bet that Senior Brother Lin will win with two spiritual stones."

A Qingyun Sect disciple immediately said loudly.

The Qingyun Sect disciples brought by Lin Feiyu had blind confidence in Lin Feiyu.

"Okay, you bring the spirit stone to me. If you bet on Ding Xiaoyi, you will pay one for one, and if you bet on Senior Brother Lin, you will pay two for one."

Qian Zhou was like a cunning hunter, with a harmless smile on his face.

Ding Xiaoyi was stunned,

He did not expect that Qian Zhou's virtue of plucking feathers would be violated again.

But it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt to let these Qingyun Sect disciples lose some spirit stones.

Seeing Qian Zhou's actions, Zhang Ruofan and others' cheeks twitched slightly.

This was how this guy defrauded them of their spiritual stones last time.

But this time, this guy tried his old trick again.

They seem to have already seen the results,

They had already begun to imagine the frustrated expressions of the Qingyun Sect disciples brought by Lin Feiyu after losing the spirit stone.

"Senior Brother Lin wins one and pays two. I also want to raise the bet, two spiritual stones. This is all my belongings."

A Qingyun disciple hurriedly placed his spirit stone in Qian Zhou's hand.

A few moments later, the battle has not yet begun.

Qian Zhou had more than ten spiritual stones in his hand, which was more than the one he defrauded last time.

Qian Zhou's face immediately showed a sly smile as if his conspiracy had succeeded.

Qingyun Sect has spirit stones, but they don’t have the skills to absorb the spirit stones.

This spiritual stone is just worthless to them.

Zhang Ruofan and others did not join in this bet.

Naturally, they had the spiritual stone in Qian Zhou's hands, so how could they have any reason to do so.

soon,

News of the competition between Lin Feiyu and Ding Xiaoyi spread throughout the Qingyun Sect like the wind.

Many Qingyun Sect elders also came to watch the fun,

A graceful-looking beautiful woman wearing a dark green dress appeared next to Lu Xueyao.

And only Ding Xiaoyi and Lin Feiyu were left in the huge square.

They were two or three feet apart and looked at each other from a distance.

Lin Feiyu's eyes revealed a strong fighting spirit,

The aura around him rose again and again, almost reaching the limit of a ninth-grade grandmaster.

But Ding Xiaoyi was calm and calm, holding his hands on his chest.

His calm gaze was like a pool of water in an ancient well.

His calm face and eyes made Lin Feiyu feel even more humiliated.

As the proud son of Qingyun Sect, he has never been so despised.

"Buzz...",

The flaming spear in Lin Feiyu's hand stirred up a layer of flames like the sunset.

The gun body also shook, and billowing spiritual flames spewed out.
Chapter completed!