One punch to kill!
An ordinary punch directly blasted the opponent off the stage.
How did he do it?
Everyone could see it clearly.
But everyone was puzzled.
They clearly saw him stretch out his fist, but they couldn't understand why they would still collide with his fist. They couldn't understand how he could send them flying with just a single collision?
There was such a thing?
A judge walked forward and saw that the martial artist had already fainted. He walked onto the stage and shouted, "Vajra Sect wins!"
As soon as he finished.
The Vajra Sect Leader was originally paralyzed in his seat, but when he heard the judge's words, he bounced up from his seat, "Hahaha … I won!"
"I won!"
"Did you see that? My Vajra Sect won."
"That's my disciple, hahaha …"
He was as excited as a child celebrating the new year, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't know that he had won.
The surrounding people also revealed looks of disdain.
This was the lowest level match, so what did winning mean? It didn't mean anything.
To the Vajra Sect Leader, he didn't care so much. He kept on shouting, roaring, and waving the tattered sect flag crazily.
Long Fei looked at the sect masters and elders who still had smiles on their faces, but their expressions were very stiff, and said: "Everyone, I'm sorry, I won."
"I request for a rematch!"
"That's impossible!"
"That's right, he, he …"
"It's definitely a fake match."
"I also suspect that, how could a Celestial Phenomenon Realm cultivator send a peak venerable realm martial artist flying with a single punch? It's definitely a fake match! "
A few elders said fiercely.
Long Fei didn't care so much, and said: "If you lose, you lose. If you lose, you have to admit it. Pay up!"
"This is a fake match …"
Without waiting for the elder to finish speaking, Long Fei's eyes darkened, "Fire qilin!"
"Roar!"
He suddenly roared.
The flames on his body burned brightly.
Long Fei said coldly: "If you don't admit your loss, then this daddy's Fire qilin won't be polite!"
"I hate people like you who can't afford to lose the most."
Everyone's faces were ashen, and their expressions were ugly.
Their bets were all in the hundreds of millions of Primordial Mist Crystals. These were cultivation resources that were the most precious to them.
Hu Tianhe's expression was ugly. With a flip of his right hand, he took out a spatial ring and said, "Here's 500 million!"
Swoosh!
The spatial ring was lifted up by a force and flew directly in front of Long Fei.
When Long Fei wanted to grab it with his hand, he pulled back his force and dropped it to the ground. Hu Tianhe smiled and said, "Sorry about that."
Long Fei didn't even bend down to pick it up. He directly said, "Fire Qilin, it's yours!"
"Roar!"
The Fire Qilin's aura fluctuated, directly lifting up the Space Ring on the ground before swallowing it in one gulp.
Grandmist crystals wildly gushed out from the spatial ring. After several seconds, the fire kirin let out a loud burp, "Uh …"
Since Hu Tianhe was willing to pay, the other elders wouldn't dare to refuse.
Hu Tianhe had no other choice.
He was the one who had arranged for Zhang Xuan to be sent here, but … to be sent flying in a single move, he felt terrible about it.
At the side, Tian Jue's expression was also extremely gloomy.
Long Fei held a bunch of spatial rings in his hand, looked at the Western Region Demon Lord and said with a smile, "Money is just that easy to come by."
The Western Region Demon Lord looked at the spatial ring in Long Fei's hand, smiled awkwardly, and said: "It's just luck, sooner or later I'll lose."
Long Fei laughed: "I've never lost."
Following that.
Long Fei threw the spatial ring to the Fire Qilin and said, "I'll reward you with all of them. You should also investigate carefully. If anyone dares to lose a single Primordial Crystal, just pounce on them and eat them."
The Fire Qilin swallowed it in one gulp and said, "Understood!"
The Western Region Demon Lord was startled, and said: "There are at least 1.5 billion Primordial Crystals there, and you're giving it to a battle pet? This … "Isn't this a little too extravagant?"
"You don't want to leave any bets?"
Long Fei said: "There's nothing I can do. Since I'm following me, I have to let him eat and drink well. 1.5 billion is nothing, I won't even look at 10 billion."
The Demon Sovereigns behind the Western Region Demon Lord all looked at the Fire Qilin enviously.
1.5 billion Primordial Crystals, this was not a small amount.
Even a first-rate sect might not be able to take out so much money, but Long Fei was directly swallowed by a mount.
After swallowing, the Fire Qilin let out a long burp and said: "Boss, it's not a small amount."
Long Fei asked: "Are you full?"
The Fire Qilin said: "Just a billion or so Primordial Crystals, it's only half full."
Long Fei swept his gaze across and looked at the people from the ten great sects: "Did you hear that? My battle pet is only half full, do you want to continue gambling?"
Long Fei's smug expression made the people from the other sects very unhappy.
A white-haired old man stood up and shouted, "Brat, don't be too arrogant."
Long Fei shrugged and said, "Sorry, this young master is arrogant. If you can't bite me, then shut up!"
The white-haired old man was so angry that his beard was about to stand on end. He wanted to fight Long Fei, but … The Fire Qilin glared at him.
And the Demon King on the other side.
He could only give up and said fiercely: "How do you want to bet?"
Long Fei looked at the center of the arena and said: "That big guy is still on the stage, then let's bet on how many more rounds he can win."
The rules of the Great Ensemble.
The loser was directly eliminated, and the winner would continue to accept challenges on the stage.
Until he lost, or until he won!
As soon as Long Fei said this, everyone's eyes turned cold.
To be honest, they didn't believe that they had made a mistake.
The big guy's cultivation level was all at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm. He definitely won by luck just now, and he definitely wouldn't be so lucky in the future.
The key was.
Long Fei directly bet on him winning a few rounds!
One round was luck, how many more rounds could he win?
The white-haired old man shouted on the spot, "If he can't even win one round, he will definitely lose the next round. I bet three hundred million Primordial Crystals and a slap in the face!"
"Kid, do you dare to bet? The loser will slap himself in the face. "
Long Fei smiled slightly, and said: "Old man, do you want to bet so much? You're already so old, if you slap yourself in the face again, that wouldn't be good. You really won't have any place to put your old face. "
The white-haired old man became even more furious:
You know I'll lose? Do you dare to bet? "
"Yes!"
Long Fei directly accepted it, "Anyone else?"
"No matter how big it is!"
"Whether it's a slap, kneeling, kowtowing, calling me father, I'll accept it. As long as you can think of it, I'll accept it."
As soon as he finished.
Many people from the ten great sects stood up.
"One hundred million Primordial Crystals, plus two slaps, I bet he loses the second round!"
"Two hundred million Primordial Crystals, plus calling me father. Brat, just wait to call me father."
"Three hundred million …"
… ….
All kinds of bets, and all kinds of things.
Seeing that Long Fei was so busy, the corner of Zhou Yuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he sneered.
At this time.
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