Hearing this, Lin Buzheng immediately stopped stomping.
Although he was very unhappy with Lin Tianhe's arrogant attitude, the two of them did not have much of a grudge. Lin Buzheng naturally knew when to stop and would not really bury Lin Tianhe alive.
Whoosh!
As Lin Buzheng stopped executing the technique, the ground where the Spiritual Willow was at instantly stopped trembling and calmed down.
Whoosh.
Lin Tianhe withdrew his mystical ability and transformed from a two-feet-tall spirit willow back into his human form.
He burst out from the ground.
His face turned red.
Without saying a word, his figure flickered and he left at his fastest speed.
Lin Tianhe was the number one genius disciple of the clan, and his Willow Deity bloodline was highly awakened. But now, he had lost to Lin Buzheng, a junior of the clan, in such a sorry state. Naturally, he had no face to continue staying here.
Lin Buzheng's gaze was calm. He stared at Lin Tianhe's departing figure with a smile.
The Willow God of the Lin family could turn into a willow tree and take root in the ground.
However, the trembling technique of the Nine-Colored Demon Bull could cause the ground to tremble, causing an area to become like a quicksand pit in a desert, devouring everything. It was the nemesis of the Willow God technique.
It could be said that everything had its vanquisher.
In fact, not only the Nine-Colored Demon Bull technique, but Lin Buzheng's Spiritual Deer technique also had an obvious counter to the Willow God technique.
Regardless of whether Lin Buzheng turned into a bull or a deer, Lin Tianhe would definitely lose.
"Gasp, he lost!"
"Senior Brother Tianhe lost!"
"How is this possible? How can the noble bloodline of the Willow God of the family lose to the ordinary Raging Bull Fist Technique?"
"No, cultivating the Barbaric Bull Divine Ability will only turn one into an ordinary Barbaric Bull, but Lin Buzheng turned into a Nine-Colored Devil Bull. He must have had some other fortuitous encounter to be able to defeat Senior Brother Tianhe!"
At that moment, the disciples at the scene discussed the result of the battle.
"It's over!"
"My fifty taels of gold has gone down the drain!"
"Me too! Who would have thought that Lin Buzheng would actually be able to defeat Senior Brother Tianhe … "
However, most of the disciples were extremely depressed as they stared at the bet that Fatty Lin had set up not far away with pained expressions.
Initially, these disciples thought that Lin Tianhe could easily defeat Lin Buzheng.
That was why they all placed their bets on Lin Tianhe.
He didn't want the situation to turn around.
Lin Buzheng transformed into the nine-colored demon bull and used the trembling divine ability to defeat Lin Tianhe.
These family disciples immediately lost everything they had invested in this battle.
"Humph, I told you long ago that Lin Buzheng is a dark horse with limitless potential. He will definitely defeat brother Sky River, but you didn't listen. Now you regret it!"
In the crowd, a few family disciples were beaming with joy.
These people had all bet on Lin Buzheng's victory in the bet.
According to the odds, these people would receive a huge return of ten times the amount of their bets!
"Haha!"
"I've placed a hundred taels of gold on Lin Buzheng."
"According to the odds, I've won a thousand taels of gold!"
"I've made a fortune!"
This was especially true for a tall, muscular man. He was dancing and laughing maniacally. He looked no different from a madman.
Just now, this burly man had been mocked by a family disciple in front of the crowd.
In a moment of impulse, he had placed a hundred taels of gold on Lin Buzheng.
After placing his bet, his face was filled with regret, wishing that he could cut off his right hand.
But now, not only did he not lose, but he also made a huge profit. Naturally, he was extremely excited.
"Humph, it's not that brother Sky River is weaker than you, but his divine ability was coincidentally countered by yours. That's why he lost.
"Lin Buzheng, do you dare to have another match with me?"
"If you can even defeat me, then I'll truly be convinced by you!"
In the crowd, Lin Luan let out a cold snort and stood in front of Lin Buzheng.
His white hair shone with a strange luster.
Just now, Lin Luan had placed a total of two thousand taels of gold on Lin Tianhe, but in the end, it was all for naught.
Naturally, this was something that Lin Luan could not tolerate.
More importantly, Lin Luan, Lin Tianhe, and Lin Zheng had a good relationship with each other, and they were all top tier geniuses in the family.
Since Lin Tianhe was defeated by Lin Buzheng, Lin Luan naturally had to stand up for his brother.
"Let's fight!"
Lin Buzheng's gaze was firm, and his voice was sonorous. He accepted Lin Luan's challenge cleanly.
"The second round has begun!"
"Who do you think will win this round?"
"Lin Buzheng's Nine-Colored Demonic Bull has a certain restraining effect on the Willow God. Therefore, in this round, Lin Buzheng has a high chance of defeating Lin Luan!"
"Not necessarily. Senior Brother Lin Luan's Willow Huan Bloodline has just leveled up to the first grade. With its powerful hallucinatory ability, he will definitely be able to toy with Lin Buzheng!"
The disciples present had witnessed Lin Buzheng's shocking performance in the first round.
Therefore, they did not dare to underestimate Lin Buzheng's strength.
However, Lin Luan was a genius disciple of the Lin family. He was strong, and had been famous in the family for many years.
In comparison, the disciples present were undoubtedly more optimistic about Lin Luan.
Either way, both sides had their own trump cards, thus there was a chance for either side to win.
For a moment, the disciples at the scene looked at each other. In a situation where the outcome of the battle was unclear, no one dared to rashly bet on either of them winning.
"I'll bet a thousand gold taels that Senior Brother Lin Luan will win!"
"Are you guys idiots? Senior Brother Lin Luan has been famous in the family for many years. His mental strength is incredibly strong, and he has even cultivated a stream of Divine Sense. It would be easy for him to fight against Lin Buzheng! "
"Not picking up the money on the ground, I think you're all idiots!"
However, a disciple walked out from the crowd and took out a thousand gold taels from his pocket.
Without hesitation, he threw it onto the table set up by Fatty Lin.
"I …"
Lin Buzheng was speechless after glancing at the person.
The person who had appeared to bet on Lin Luan was none other than Lin Fei-yan.
Hidden under his honest face was a black heart capable of causing others to vomit blood.
It was obvious that Lin Fei-yan and Fatty Lin were on the same side.
The reason why Lin Fei-yan personally placed his bet was to convince the disciples present to bet on Lin Luan's victory.
In the end, when Lin Buzheng defeated Lin Luan again, they would naturally be able to earn a lot of money. Their hands would be cramping from counting money.
"You are right, Junior Brother!"
"How could Lin Buzheng be a match against Senior Brother Lin Luan? Lin Buzheng will surely lose this battle!"
"I'll bet fifty gold taels that Senior Brother Lin Luan will win!"
"I'll bet a hundred gold taels that Lin Luan will win!"
Under Lin Fei-yan's lead, the disciples swiftly took action and placed their bets on Lin Luan's victory.
Of course, there were also disciples who had high hopes for Lin Buzheng and placed their bets on Lin Buzheng's victory.
However, these disciples were the minority.
Most of the disciples were more optimistic about Lin Luan's victory.
"I'll bet three thousand gold taels on Lin Luan's victory!"
In the next instant, the noisy crowd fell silent.
Lin Zheng walked out from the crowd and placed three thousand gold taels on the table set up by Fatty Lin.
His eyes were gloomy as he stared at Lin Buzheng who was not far away.
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