(Free) Ye Feng's words shocked everyone, regardless of whether they were from the Qiankun Sect or the Wanghai Sect.

  The strength of Lang Tou Guai Sanlang is obvious to everyone, according to Min Zhanglao's observation, it's likely that he is at least in the Jindan stage, and is on the same level as the leader of the Qiankun Sect.

  If Qian Han Peng wins against Ye Feng, bringing the Wolf Head back to the Qian Kun Sect would be a great achievement. Even if only he returns, it will still be considered a great merit. From then on, his status within the sect will be second only to one person and above everyone else.

  The old man from Min was moved, such temptation would be impossible for anyone to refuse, let alone the fact that the battle between Qian Hanpeng and Ye Feng was already inevitable.

  However, the old man Min was not blinded by the huge temptation in front of him and knew that Ye Feng's bet would not be small either.

  With a gritted teeth, the old man from Min placed the precious sword he had been carrying on his back onto the ground, "This is my stake."

  This precious sword has been with Minister Min for many years, having an inseparable bond, like flesh and blood.

  "A joke! With just a broken copper pot and iron, you can compare with Sanlang. Fujian old man, your abacus is ringing loudly." Ye Feng sneered.

  "Good, here are these." The Min elder tossed the storage bag to the ground, this was his entire family's worth for many years, inside there were large amounts of crystal stones and various magical treasures, all of which were his lifeblood.

  "It's not enough, the amount is not enough! If you don't dare to gamble, then just let it go, and consider this a free pass for the Qiankun Sect." Ye Feng's tone was as if he had already won, with an extremely strong attacking intent.

  "Good, and we have these." All the people from the Qiankun Sect put their treasured swords and storage bags on the ground, with eyes full of anger that was about to erupt. Now it's no longer just a bet, but a contest between the two sects' prestige. If they back down now, it would be equivalent to admitting that the Qiankun Sect is inferior to the Wanghai Sect.

  This is what all the people who come to Qiankun Sect cannot accept, that is, a gentleman can be killed but not humiliated.

  Everyone on the side of Wang Hai Pai was staring at the scene with their eyes wide open and mouths agape. Madman!

  But something even crazier is yet to come. Ye Feng turned his eyes around and said, "Alright, although you guys can't bring out anything good either."

  This sentence makes everyone angry, so many treasures you still say there's nothing good, but thinking about it is also true, these things added together are not as good as Sanlang.

  However, I can also see your sincerity, so I agree. But there's one more thing - since you no longer have anything valuable on you, why don't you add your clothes to the bet? If you agree, we'll gamble; if not, I can let you go. The condition of adding clothes was indeed excessive, and it was just a way to humiliate the people of Qiankun Sect.

  "Yefeng, don't get too full of yourself." Min Zhanglao's face was as calm as water, but if he wasn't afraid of Sanlang, he would have slapped Yefeng with his palm a long time ago.

  "Don't get angry, this is a game of mutual consent. Sometimes winning or losing depends on luck and courage, there's no guaranteed win, if you're timid then get out, don't lose face here." Every word from Ye Feng was piercing, even though he saw that this was a humiliating gamble, the Fujian elder couldn't refuse, at least not in terms of momentum.

  "Alright, I'll do it!" The anger in the eyes of Min Zhanglao shot out in all directions. At his age, he had never been forced to this extent before, and by a 15-year-old cripple at that! It was simply unbearable for him.

  Refreshing, indeed worthy of being a senior elder of the Qiankun Sect. Good temperament." Ye Feng's words of praise left everyone speechless, it was as if the positions of Min Zhanglao and Ye Feng had been swapped, with Ye Feng now acting as the elder to lecture Min Zhanglao, the junior.

  "But don't think about making excuses if you lose later." Ye Feng emphasized once more, jumping to the middle of the arena, waiting for Qian Hanpeng.

  Sun Qi nodded secretly, regardless of whether Ye Feng could defeat Qian Hanpeng or not. Just this courage and momentum alone was unmatched among all the disciples of Wang Hai Sect. Sun Qi also felt proud that Ye Feng was a disciple of Ling Shou Peak.

  Actually, everyone was deceived by Ye Feng. Ye Feng had his own plan in mind. If he won, it would be great, and all the spoils of war would be taken away. If he lost, he would resort to a trick, and with one order from Sanlang, who dared to do anything to him? If all else failed, he would take Sanlang into the inner world, where no one could do anything about it.

  This shameless guy.

  Mei Zhi Ruo and Zhen Xue Tian, the two women standing together, saw Ye Feng's crazy behavior and somewhat understood his plan. After all, the three of them had explored the ancient ruins of the Great Plains together and knew Ye Feng's character well - he was absolutely unwilling to suffer losses.

  Since the old man from Min intervened to put pressure on Ye Feng, the two women knew that this old man was going to be unlucky, and it would be a big misfortune. Even when they heard that the disciples of the Qiankun Sect came to challenge Ye Feng, the two women knew that someone's bad luck was about to arrive. It just so happened that Zhen Xuetian didn't know that this unlucky person would be Qian Hanpeng. Out of courtesy, Zhen Xuetian stepped forward to stop the Qiankun Sect, but who would have thought that they wouldn't appreciate it and even lost a senior member of the Qiankun Sect in the process.

  So Zhen Xue Tian also stopped talking and quietly waited to see the excitement.

  Only a short distance away, a female disciple was muttering to herself, "Damn Ye Feng, let him die at the hands of the Qiankun Sect disciples." This female disciple was none other than Feifei. It was truly unexpected that with Feifei's cultivation level in the Gathering Qi period, she hadn't died inside the ancient ruins, and it was unknown how she had managed to preserve her life inside.

  "Shall we get started then?" Ye Feng still had a carefree smile on his face, seemingly not taking Qian Hankan seriously at all.

  "Come on! Ye Feng, I'll use your blood to sacrifice the spirits of our ancestors in heaven." Qian Hanpeng gritted his teeth and said. Originally, as the main force sent by the Qiankun Sect to challenge Ye Feng at the Wanghai Sect, he should have received the most attention. Unexpectedly, since arriving here, he had been idle all along. If it weren't for Ye Feng wanting to fight him in the final moments, he wouldn't even have gotten a chance to do anything and would have returned empty-handed, which was really frustrating.

  Only by fighting Ye Feng can I vent the anger in my heart.

  "Considering we're both from the same hometown, I'll spare your life." Ye Feng said with a smile.

  "Too much nonsense is useless, true heroes are proven by their actions." Qian Hanpeng's long sword flew out from behind his back, drawing a dazzling arc as it stabbed towards Ye Feng's chest.

  Qian Han Peng's sword flashed out, and the crowd from the Qian Kun Sect slightly relaxed. From the moment he made his move, it was clear that although he was in a state of rage, he had not lost his rationality, and he had concentrated his spiritual energy to its strongest point, raising his cultivation to its highest level.

  Min Elder nodded, this battle must win without a doubt. As for Qian Hanpeng's cultivation, Min Elder still had some understanding of it. Among the new disciples of Qiankun Sect, he was the most outstanding one. Whether it was Qian Hanpeng's talent or his hard work, both were exceptional, a once-in-a-century genius.

  The long sword moved extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye it arrived before Ye Feng's chest from twenty meters away.

  It was unclear whether Ye Feng was reacting slowly or had been frightened stupid, standing still in a daze, until the flying sword arrived at his chest, and just as it was about to pierce him, Ye Feng stretched out both hands towards the sharp blade.

  The disciples of Wang Hai Pai who were watching the battle were all stunned. Ye Feng had gone crazy again.

  The people of Qiankun Sect were overjoyed, Ye Feng is finished.

  I've never heard of a cultivator who can catch a flying sword with their bare hands, it's simply seeking death at the same level of cultivation.

  "Clang!" The flying sword came into contact with Ye Feng's palm, and to everyone's surprise, Ye Feng's palm was not severed by the flying sword. Instead, it only emitted a series of sparks, without even leaving a single wound.

  His palm was strange! Min Zhang understood instantly, but Min Zhang didn't worry about Qian Hanpeng. Even if Ye Feng's palm was strange, he couldn't grasp the flying sword tightly. The huge thrust of the flying sword would still make contact with Ye Feng's chest and hurt him.

  All right, one strike will injure the enemy, and it will be easy to get rid of Ye Feng afterwards.

  However, before the old man from Min could fully express his delight, the flying sword stabbed into Ye Feng's body, producing a crisp "ding" sound, but refused to advance even half an inch, as if it had been stabbed into a thick iron block.

  Twenty meters away, the dry and cold Peng was desperately urging his flying sword, but he couldn't break through Ye Feng's defense. He could only stare blankly as his own flying sword stuck to Ye Feng's chest, unable to move.

  Qian Han Peng was stunned, what's going on?

  The disciples of Wang Hai Pai were delighted.

  It's actually very simple, Ye Feng released a turtle shell symbol on his body, and with Gan Han Peng's cultivation, it was fundamentally impossible to break through the turtle shell symbol's defense, while Ye Feng's bare-handed entry into White Blade was the power of the petrification symbol.

  Just as Qian Hanpeng saw the flying sword being trapped, in a brief moment of hesitation, Ye Feng's feet, which had been steady all along, moved, unfolding the shrinking earth into inches, and with one step, he arrived in front of Qian Hanpeng.

  Qian Han Peng only felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and suddenly there was an extra person, he knew it wasn't good, his body quickly retreated backwards.

  But it was too late, no matter how fast Qinghan Peng's speed was, he couldn't be faster than Ye Feng.

  His palm rose, "slap!" Ye Feng's big slap landed solidly on Qian Hanpeng's back of the head.

  Qian Han Peng suddenly fell to the ground and didn't even struggle once.

  What a swift speed! With just one move, challenger Qian Hanpeng has fainted. He came to challenge Ye Feng of the Wang Hai sect with a must-win mentality, but he wasn't even a match for Ye Feng in a single move.

  Ye Feng's wrist flipped over, and the Fantian Seal was withdrawn into his body.

  This is also considering that we are all descendants of the five major families in Qianzhou, otherwise, with one move of Tianyin, Qian Hanpeng would have been finished.

  Ye Feng didn't make a move, he just held the Fan Tian Seal in his hand and knocked Qian Han Peng unconscious.

  Solved the dry cold Peng, Ye Feng's feet quickly moved forward. Arrived at the Min old man and a few people who were placing magic treasures and storage bags nearby, his palms flew up and down, in the blink of an eye all the items were stored into the storage bag, then came to the dry cold Peng's side and robbed him clean as well.

  Then, with a smiling face, the old man from Min said: "Sorry, Old Man Min, I won, you can't welch on the bet, hurry up and pay up."