Seeing Meng Yunhan who had passed out, everyone in Emperor Xuanzong fell silent.
Especially the faces of the elders were extremely ugly, and they didn't even want to stay at the gambling scene.
Seven consecutive defeats! Lost a total of seven games!
"Hahaha... It really is a waste, and no one of Emperor Xuanzong can fight it."
Yue Zifeng looked up to the sky and laughed, very proud.
In the Taiyimen camp, there was also unscrupulous ridicule.
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"Playing seven games and losing seven games, this record should be unprecedented, right?"
"I really don't understand, this kind of rubbish sect can actually stand side by side with my Taiyi sect?"
"Central Plains Shuangjiao? This is probably the forced Shuangjiao, I think, the Central Plains' biggest school is our Taiyi Sect."
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A disciple of the Taiyi Sect, one sentence was more ugly than the other, and he was extremely arrogant.
But because he didn't live up to it, he lost seven games in a row. When did Emperor Xuanzong suffer such humiliation
Aggrieved! It's just a big frustration!
"Elder Changsong, I think it's not too early today, otherwise come back tomorrow?"
In the Taiyimen formation, an old man in a purple gold robe sneered.
"No, there were only two matches today."
Elder Nagasatsu quit immediately.
He presided over this gambling battle on behalf of Emperor Xuanzong, and ended up losing seven games in a row. How did he go back and explain
"Elder Changsong, am I not doing this for you? I'm afraid, you don't have so many chips with you. Wouldn't it be better to bring some more tomorrow?"
The old Zijin Tao made a mockery.
In order to induce Taiyimen to participate in the gambling battle, Emperor Xuanzong also paid a huge bargaining chip.
Emperor Xuanzong occupies a geographical advantage, above the spiritual eyes of the mountains, there is this mountain spring, and this mountain spring is full of thousand-year spiritual liquid.
With these thousand-year spiritual liquids, disciples can easily cultivate to the state of stealing life.
The Emperor Xuanzong used the thousand-year spiritual liquid as a bet, and every time he lost a game, he would give the opponent a jar of the thousand-year spiritual liquid.
"Don't humiliate people here, I have a bargaining chip."
Elder Chang Song gave a cold snort, and then gave the disciples around him a fierce look.
If it wasn't for the disciples under his sect that he didn't live up to it, he wouldn't be so useless.
"Well, since Elder Changsong is so persistent, let's simply bet on a big game so as not to waste time here."
The old Zijin smiled, as if he had planned for a long time.
"A big bet?"
The corner of Elder Nagasatsu's mouth twitched.
Obviously, the other party has eaten to death his subordinates, and changed his tricks to humiliate himself.
"How do you want to bet?"
The elders of Long Song are not to be outdone.
"It's very simple. Today we are compared to the last game. If Emperor Xuanzong wins, we will bet on three games, otherwise, Emperor Xuanzong will have to bet on three games."
Everyone in Emperor Xuanzong was shocked as soon as he said this, shaking their heads and sighing.
Elder Nagasatsu also frowned, and he dared not respond for a long time.
It's not that he doesn't have a bargaining chip in his hand, but that he doesn't want to give it to the other party for nothing.
Even Meng Yunhan is easily defeated, who else can compete with the Taiyimen
The disciples were also downcast, you look at me, I look at you, looking away from each other, they were beaten to the point of losing their temper.
"If I hadn't had no one on my hands, how would I be so frustrated?"
Elder Chang Song sighed bitterly.
The Ten Thousand Saints Gate had already raised troops, and Emperor Xuanzong sent a part of the inner disciples to the front line. Right now, there were fewer people available.
"Huh? Isn't that Junior Brother Qin?"
"Qin Feng? Is he here too?"
"Junior Brother Qin came just right, he can fight for the sect!"
I don't know who it is, I saw Qin Feng at a glance, and then everyone followed suit.
At the inner door, Qin Feng was indeed very dazzling, especially recently, he killed Yang Shaotian, challenged Qiu Baifeng, and repelled Qi Chen with another palm.
You know, these three are all disciples on the alternate list, especially Qiu Baifeng, who is fifth on the alternate list.
Qin Feng's strength has long surpassed most of the candidates on the alternate list.
When Elder Chang Song saw Qin Feng's figure, he immediately looked overjoyed, as if he saw the straw.
"Qin Feng, you just came here, you quickly teach that kid."
Elder Chang Song said with excitement.
"To fight for the sect, the disciples are naturally bound to do so. However, the disciples have something to ask for."
Qin Feng was very calm, speaking slowly.
"If you have any requests, just ask them."
Elder Changsong was sighing now, as long as Qin Feng's request was not excessive, he would immediately agree.
"If the disciple wins this game, can I share some spars?"
Qin Feng was blunt.
"This is easy to say, I will give you a tenth of the reward, what do you think?"
Elder Chang Song said again.
This battle is a triple bet, which is 30 million spars, and one tenth also has 3 million spars. This is a windfall.
Three million spars, even if used to feed the spiritual fire, can last for half a year.
"Deal!"
Qin Feng said with a smile.
Seeing this scene, the disciples all around looked dull. Before the gambling battle started, the kid talked to the elder about remuneration. Isn't he too confident
The Taiyimen also booed.
"The arrogant guy, still thinking about getting paid, I think it's better to wait for the body to be collected."
"Junior Brother Yue, don't be merciless this time, and kill the madman of Emperor Xuanzong."
"Things who don't know whether they live or die, dare to be so mad in front of Junior Brother Yue, wait for the eight-game losing streak."
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The Taiyimen disciples gritted their teeth one by one, as if stepping on a cat's tail.
The old Zijin Taoist also had a gloomy look, and then sneered: "Yue Zifeng, I order you to take this one, otherwise, you don't need to stay at Taiyimen."
"The disciple will obey the master's orders."
Yue Zifeng clasped his fists and bowed, his face was also extremely cold.
In Taiyimen, he is a genius that has attracted much attention, and no one has ever dared to despise himself so much.
As soon as Qin Feng came up, he talked directly about remuneration, ignoring his existence at all, which made Yue Zifeng particularly annoyed.
"Little Emperor Emperor Xuanzong, report your name quickly. I, Yue Zifeng, will not kill nameless ghosts."
Yue Zifeng fell on the iron cable, and the long sword pointed towards Qin Feng.
With his hands on his back, Qin Feng walked leisurely to the chain, his posture was a little lazy, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Seeing his appearance, it seemed that Yue Zifeng didn't pay attention to it.
"Emperor Xuanzong, inner disciple, Qin Feng."
Qin Feng replied calmly.
"Qin Feng, right? Very good. I want to fight you in today's battle, so that you will tremble when you see me in the future."
With a sneer, Yue Zifeng turned into a flash of light, piercing out angrily.
A genius recognized by the Taiyi Sect, met a newcomer of Emperor Xuanzong's momentum. This battle was undoubtedly extremely hot and full of highlights.
Of course, as far as Emperor Xuanzong was concerned, they were under even greater pressure, and they had already reached the point where they could not afford to lose.
Elder Changsong, including all the disciples under the sect, held their breath and prayed in their hearts, hoping that Qin Feng could win this battle. Previous chapter chapter list Next chapter Warm reminder: arrow keys left and right (← →) to scroll back and forth, up and down (↑ ↓) to scroll up and down, enter key: return to list.