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A little more honest?

That is to say, Yue Chao's combat talent is not as good as Han Jing. Is this Yang Feng's talent?

Facing everyone's eyes, Yang Feng smiled bitterly and said, "I'm not proud. In fact, I'm almost numb after being hit. I'm talking about things."

"Are you hitting us?" Yu Mubai smiled and exchanged mutual understanding eyes with the master of the hall.

"Well, I'm not that boring." Yang Feng smiled and said, "I just want to bet that the champion of this individual and team competition falls to the Nanmo branch hall. Does anyone dare to bet with me?"

"Openly gambling in this main stand, have you paid attention to the master of the master?" Yu Youmin pretended to laugh unhesitantly.

Laughing, Yang Feng didn't say anything and sighed: I guess she would definitely shout. "You bet with Xiquan just now. How dare you talk about me? In fact, it's still like that girl who is alive!"

Yu Mubai smiled and said, "This is not a gamble. It's Lord Yang who intends to spread money and invite us all to tea."

Leng Lixin asked, "Isn't tea cheap?"

"Your Leng family doesn't lack this little money, as for such a small eyebrow?" Nangong He, the third-ranked division leader in the last session, said in a loud voice. He and the Zhong family are in the same camp. The two daughters of the Zhong family died in vain. It was Xi Quan who suppressed the trouble, but Xi Quan and Leng Lixin were also very close. At that time, Leng Lixin was also with Xi Quan, so the Zhong family and people of the same faction thought that this was actually done by the Leng family.

"The Leng family can't compare with a cutting-edge family like the Nangong family. Now they take a little money very seriously." Leng Lixin soft with a hard counterattack.

"What is all this doing? Why don't you have a fight!" Yu Youmin said in a low voice.

The voices in the main stands have disappeared.

Everyone sat upright, and Duyang Feng leaned his arms against the back of the chair. After watching it for a while, he yawned boredly and began to close his eyes and refresh himself.

Han Jing, who was telemitted to the second floor, is currently empty, and she has to wait for the winner of the first floor to come up to fight. In the second floor, she must win three games in a row to be eligible to enter the upper level.

When others encounter this situation, they all seize the time to practice. She doesn't have a look in that small space, and from time to time she uses a thunder gun to pierce here and draw a row there, a whole of bun that has never seen the world.

The funniest thing is that when her opponent Li Ming was transmitted in, she actually reached out to touch other people's faces. People outside couldn't hear what she said and read it from her mouth: Yeah, this statue is the same as the real thing!

Leng Wuhen spit out a puff of tea in the cold house, which shocked the whole people in the shed. For a moment, the hut was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

"What are you laughing at?" Even the cold mother couldn't help but be curious. She has always felt that if she insists on finding shortcomings from her eldest son, she can only say that he is too perfect to be a living person. He seems to have been living in his perfect world, and she can't touch it at all.

did not answer her mother's question, or did not notice her speaking at all. Leng Wuqi stared at the small space where Han Jing was located, with a jumping brilliance in her eyes deeper than the starry sky, and the corners of her mouth bent into a charming arc.

Mrs. Leng laughed and said, "Wuch is that Wu Ya's performance is very good."

Just now, Leng Wuya has won three games in a row in the second level and became the first person to enter the third level.

Grandmother's words, Leng Wuhen heard it and replied, "Oh, Wuya has entered the third floor. His opponent is really bad."

Isn't he looking at his beloved brother?

Mr. Leng also became interested: "What was Wuhen laughing at just now?"

Normally, Leng Wuhen is likely to deal with the faint sentence "nothing". Today, he really seems to have changed a person and said with a smile, "Hanqing, a disciple of Lord Yang Feng. If you have a bet on the individual championship of this ranking competition, you will win the championship.

Third Uncle Leng, who is in charge of the finances of the Leng family, asked with interest: "So sure? The third uncle transferred a little more money.

"Well, remember to give me dividends." Leng Wuhen nodded and smiled.

When Third Master Leng came back from his busy work, Leng Lixin uploaded a message from the main stand and asked the family to buy Han Qing to win the championship. The cold house is more lively in the shed.

While Leng Lixin spread the news, the people who heard Yang Feng's bet on the news in the main stand also sent messages to their relatives and friends, but buying more is different.

Han Jing herself didn't expect that her reputation soared because of Master's words, and now she is also the favorite to win the championship in the ranking competition. She said to her opponent easily, "Don't worry, I don't want to take advantage of you."

"I don't want to take advantage of your little man. I didn't even count the warm-up match below just now. Take action and don't waste my time." The five-three-thous Dawn said coaxedly.

At the beginning of entering the field, Li Ming's reputation was much more than Hanjing, and his position was also dominant. Even if some big families like the Leng family mobilize a lot of money to win by buying Han Jing, they can't stand the number of retail investors, so they still win nearly doubled by buying him.

The business model of the casino here is really amazing. Casinos are directly connected to the stands. The last row of each stand has the windows of major casinos, and each window has a pyramid-shaped three-dimensional floor plan, and the above games and odds change synchronously according to the situation on the scene.

Dawn is the third branch hall, and Xuan Bing is a mountain axe, which is stronger than Yue Chao before. When he came up, he performed the "iron-blooded killing" more powerful than Yue Chao's Vulcan imprisonment.

Grab the axe and cut it fiercely. An axe is more urgent than an axe. Under the impact of violent murderous and fierce mysterious waves, the walls of the space were shaken. Dawn looked at the cold Jing who retreated in the shadow of the axe and had no power to fight back.

Similarly, the owner of the Nangong branch hall of the third branch hall was also very proud in the main stand and specially asked Yang Feng, who closed his eyes and asked, "The Lord Yang's expectations for Han Qing are probably higher."

Opening her eyes and taking a casual look, Yang Feng said lazily, "Han Jing won't be serious about this kind of low-level opponent at all. She doesn't even use the thunder gun."

Leng Lixin smiled. Even if he had the same opinion as Nangong He, he thought that Yang Feng looked up at his disciples and didn't use the thunder gun because his opponent was weak but because his opponent was too strong, but his opinion did not prevent him from laughing sarcastically at Nangong He.

"Huh?" Yu Youmin turned his head in surprise and asked, "Feng'er, have you taught this boy 'guarding the aurora'?"

"Ajing definitely won't protect the aurora, and I can't do it myself." Yang Feng felt a little guilty when he said this. He didn't learn, which doesn't mean that Han Jing can't learn either. In fact, he should say that he hasn't taught her yet.

"It's just like." Yang Hua, the deacon sitting on the other side of Yang Feng, stroked his beard and sighed.

Yang Hua is Yang Feng's uncle. He is also very happy that Yang Feng accepted such a demonic genius disciple, and the wrinkles on his old face smiled a lot.

When Youmin talked about the protection of the aurora, the main stand was silent again, and everyone's attention was focused on Han Jing.

In the small range of its own space, a touch of arbitrary and flamboyant light emerges, like the aurora in the far north, which is extremely dazzling. If the mood is slightly weak, it will be attracted by the light and be intoxicated by it.

The rhythm of Dawn's action was interrupted at the moment when the light appeared, the mysterious power counterattacked, the qi and blood reversed, and almost cut off his leg by the axe.

That light is not an aurora, but Han Jing tried to combine Bing Xuanli and Lei Xuanli to form the dual-attribute Xuanli Guanghua. Since no one has ever combined the two mysterious forces of ice and thunder before, Yu Youmin regarded this strange light as an aurora.

Dawn's abnormal performance made all those who bought him feel that his brain was caught in the door: he could solve his opponent by splitting an axe just now, but he actually went crazy and cut his legs with an axe.

The person who bought her victory also did not understand Han Jing's performance. Third Master Leng asked his nephew worriedly, "What's wrong with Han Jing? He doesn't seem to be playing a game."

Without answering the third uncle, Leng Wuhen's view is similar to Yu Youmin: "A little like the aurora guard?"

"The Aurora Guardian has been lost for a long time, and the existing solitary book is also a remnant." Third Master Leng shook his head.

"Hmm." Leng Wuhen was no longer interested in talking and focused on watching Han Jing's movements.

The dazzling aurora light changed and quickly shrank into a colorful light mass. When an axe cut in the dawn, the light ball cracked a crack, and then split like an eggshell. The shell first stretched out thin and almost transparent wings. Slowly, a half of the ice blue half bright purple butterfly came out, and the pair of light condensed wings closed behind separated, which was also two completely different colors.

"What are Han Qing doing?" Yang Hua couldn't help asking. With his insights, he couldn't understand the meaning of Han Jing's condensive power during the game.

To be honest, Yang Feng didn't understand what Han Jing was tossing around, so he just said one word: "Play."

"No, she is not playing, but practicing an extremely profound skill, which seems to have just reached the threshold of breakthrough." Yu Youmin said solemnly. Naturally, he has seen people who can become the chief priest of Xuanqi Temple.

"She just broke through." Yang Feng unconsciously twitched at the corners of his mouth.

The dawn did not have a palpitation, as if this light butterfly was an extremely dangerous beast, and the axe subconsciously cut it.

It is really necessary to cut the light butterfly with this mountain axe. At the level of dawn, it is obviously a little worse. Before the axe fell, the wings of the two-color butterfly suddenly became lighter as if they had been dried by the wind, and the colors on the wings became brighter. Then, it flew up.

completely ignore the murderous spirit and strong ice mysterious shock wave emitted by the mountain axe. The beautiful two-color butterfly is like a leisurely and light flying around in the spring and windy sea of flowers.

Staring straight at the beautiful two-color butterfly, Dawn's face was full of fear. He waved the mountain axe faster and faster, and the attack intensity was greatly improved, so the space wall shook more intensely.