Luo Qingfeng smiled and looked at the figure who was in the formation, with his fingers retracted, and his hands were placed behind him.

The steps moved, and slowly turned around and looked at Su Yanfu talking.

"Why is this a battle not? Isn't it because you, Master Su, are you, are you, incompetent and can't get out?" This formation is her attack!

If you don’t agree, you have to hold it in!

Who can say that she is not using a battle method, and who can say that she cannot use a formation during battle?

The eldest son of the Su family was not willing to walk in, but he was actually trapped here.

You Grand Master Su are incompetent!

This sentence fell into his ears, and the faces of the Su family became even more gloomy.

This arrogant girl actually said that the first genius of the Su family was incompetent!

Isn’t it just that they trapped their young master with a formation? If they didn’t use the formation, she would be dead now!

"Then why don't you let the person out quickly!" Su Yanfu said instead without wanting to continue the topic.

Luo Qingfeng smiled harmlessly and said slowly: "Let it go, it seems that you have to admit defeat in this competition to be considered losing, right? Does anyone hear that Master Su admits defeat?"

Except for the Su family and the people from the Temple, everyone else had the urge to laugh when they heard this.

Then they thought of their bets and they wanted to cry again.

Who would have thought that the situation would be a big reversal? The person who was originally going to lose now has the upper hand, while the person who was going to win is still trapped in the formation, and he doesn’t know whether he lives or dies.

Wrong, this time I was really wrong, I lost a lot!

Lei Chang looked at Luo Qingfeng and suddenly thought of a more important thing!

"Lemu, how much do we put on Su Yiran this time?" They bet this time on Su Yiran!

The person sitting next to him hesitated and opened his mouth, saying a number, "One million taels of gold."

Oh my God!

One million taels of gold!

"Where is Feng Qing!" One million! They are really willing to give up!

Raymu squirmed and spoke hard, "No."

No word!

Thinking of this, Leimu wanted to cry.

This competition is a foregone conclusion, and Su Yiran is determined to lose!

Yes! They also bet!

When everyone heard Lei Chang talk about this topic, they began to ask the people around them.

"How many have you put in?"

"I have given more than 100,000 taels of gold, where are you!"

"It's only a hundred thousand taels, but I'm a total of five hundred thousand taels!"

"Suddenly I balanced, but the Su family is cheating this time. It seems that the Su family has also placed bets, and there is also the Temple and the Third Prince."

...

Fortunately, they are not the biggest suckers.

Hearing everyone's comments, Ge Lao and Su Lianyun's face turned black into ashes at the bottom of the pot.

Together, they all have millions of taels of gold!

The sound of discussion came into the eardrums, and the emperor coughed heavily, looking bad.

Everyone looked at it, their mouths twitching.

No, even Emperor Su has placed bets!

God!

So how to calculate this transaction? How much money does it have to be!

What a bastard, why didn’t they share a part of it for Feng Qing at that time? It’s not too much, a few thousand taels or ten thousand taels are all OK!

"What are you talking about? My Yiran has not lost yet, and he has not lost!" Su Yanfu roared with a grim expression on his face.

It will definitely come out, Yiran will definitely come out. If this formation is broken and Yiran has nothing to do, then he will win.

Su Yanfu seemed to have forgotten that this was the third competition, not the second one.
Chapter completed!