Chapter 27
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"You lost!" Long Bufan said in a low voice. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised his head to look at Yang Feng in front of him. His blood-red eyes gave off a strange feeling.
Yang Feng frowned. This kid actually still had some sense? How was that possible!
Seeing that nothing had happened, Lei Tian let out a sigh of relief. He looked deeply at Long Bufan and said in amazement, "Good kid, you hid quite well. I really didn't expect you to be a descendant of the Berserker Clan."
"Huh? Berserker Clan? " Long Bufan was slightly surprised, but on the surface, he smiled and did not say anything. It was better if he was misunderstood. If he was discovered to be cultivating the Hybrid Demon Cultivation System, it would not be good if he was captured and studied. He remembered that the scientists in his previous world loved to do this kind of thing. They tortured some special races to death. Of course, these secrets were all recorded in the national X Files and were not disclosed to the outside world.
Then, Long Bufan retracted his spiritual sense and returned to his original state. He looked at Yang Feng and said with a meaningful smile, "Senior Brother Yang, thank you for your sword."
Yang Feng was startled and suddenly remembered the bet.
"The White Jade Sword is my Yang Family's heirloom. Can you replace it with something else?" Yang Feng said with a frown. There was a trace of reluctance in his tone. He didn't expect that 20% of his strength and the hidden internal strength would only cause Bai Yujian to suffer a minor injury. If he had known earlier, he would have used 20% more strength and directly crippled this stinking brat. Even if he lost to Bai Yujian, he wouldn't be so unhappy in his heart.
"If you agree to a bet, you must accept your loss. I presume that Senior Brother Yang is a trustworthy person." Long Bufan said while rubbing his nose. However, in his heart, he secretly cursed, "Hmph, I used so much strength just now. How can I let you feel good now?"
"You …" Yang Feng's face was ashen. He suddenly took a step forward and a strong murderous aura erupted from his body. This murderous aura made people feel that Yang Feng was like a ferocious beast that could pounce at any time.
Ordinary people would be intimidated by the aura of a trapped beast, not to mention that Yang Feng could attack at any time. However, Long Bufan still did not reveal the slightest bit of fear. Although Yang Feng's strength was far above his by two realms, but he who had experienced a hail of bullets in his previous life, if he was even afraid of this kind of scene, then what qualifications did he have to pursue the peak of martial arts?
Yang Feng realized that his aura and killing intent couldn't suppress Long Bufan at all. Anger flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to step forward, a black shadow flashed and appeared in front of Yang Feng like a ghost.
"Yang Feng, enough is enough." The one who appeared in front of Yang Feng was the old man with white hair and a ruddy complexion from the pavilion in the middle of the lake. He was an elder-level figure of the Outer Palace, Xu Yuanfeng.
With such an elder standing in front of him, Long Bufan felt the pressure on his body lessen.
"Yes, Elder Xu." Seeing this person, Yang Feng's aura quickly retreated. He didn't dare to say anything more. In the Outer Palace, besides the Palace Master, Elder Xu was almost above everyone else. He was just a small deacon, how could he dare to offend him? Moreover, if he didn't hand over the White Jade Sword today, then his reputation in the Sect would inevitably be damaged. After making a difficult choice in his heart, Yang Feng finally removed the sword from his waist and fiercely handed it to Long Bufan. He gnashed his teeth and said in a low voice, "Take it!"
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