Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng glanced at him, his expression was cold, without saying a word, turned and left.

The more Chen Feng is like this, the more it makes Yang Jingtian feel that he has been greatly humiliated. He looked at Chen Feng with a distorted expression, and his eyes seemed to burst into flames: "Chen Feng, wait for me!"

Two days later, Nei Zong's back mountain, around the life and death platform, crowded.

Almost all the Nei Zong disciples came, and even some Nei Zong disciples who practiced in retreat and did not ask about the world have heard the news this time and came to watch the battle.

The cliffs around the Life and Death Platform were already full of elders of Nei Zong. No way, this time the battle between Chen Feng and Yang Jingtian was really too loud. Their generation was called the Golden Generation, and today's duel is the strongest match between the Golden Generation.

There was even a grand elder who publicly said that the battle between the two of them directly determined who was the first person of Qian Yuanzong twenty years later.

The battle has not yet begun, and there are already ongoing arguments underneath.

"Guess who can win?"

"It goes without saying, of course it is Yang Jingtian."

"Yes, I think so too. Yang Jingtian comes from a family with profound background. His realm is almost indistinguishable from Chen Feng's realm. And behind him is the entire Yang family. What does Chen Feng have? He is just one dead. Master’s poor boy!"

"Yes, this makes sense. When two people's realm hard power is similar, the magic weapon and panacea on their body will become the determining factor."

To discuss this issue, more than a dozen senior disciples of the inner sect, all of whom have been in the inner sect for more than five years. Their strength is not weak, and they have rich combat experience, and what they say is also very experienced and convincing.

Everyone echoed.

At this time, a cold and soft voice suddenly came from the side: "Chen Feng will definitely win."

Everyone followed the sound and saw a woman walking slowly. She was wearing a simple white plain clothes, and she was dragging a huge sword almost as big as three of hers. The huge sword came out deep on the ground. Gully.

Seeing her coming, everyone couldn't help but give up a way, looking at him with a trace of jealousy and uncontrollable hostility.

The person who came was Shen Yanbing. Her expression had returned to normal. There were Han Yuer and others nearby. The two seemed to be close together. Obviously, she and Han Yuer have been getting along quite well in the past few days.

Shen Yanbing came to this person, stared at him, and said in a deep voice, "Chen Feng will definitely win!"

His expression was extremely serious, as if he was talking about something very pious, and his momentum was even more overwhelming. For a while, no one dared to refute it.

After a while, a disdainful snort sounded next to him: "Huh, it turns out that he was born in a poor family. He has never stayed in a family, and has never seen anything in the world. I don't know how important a rich family is. "

Shen Yanbing didn't say a word, and walked directly to him with a big sword in his hand, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Dare to fight?"

This person was so scared that his face paled. Although he had been in Nei Zong for four or five years, he was only the first building in the Divine Sect Realm. How dare he fight her when he saw Shen Yanbing's performance on the stage of life and death that day.

But let him directly admit defeat. He was unwilling to admit his timidity.

At this time, Sun Hua suddenly came over and shouted: "You have all bets, you are betting. There are only two ways to play today, betting on Chen Feng to win, and betting on Yang Jingtian to win."

Shen Yanbing walked up to him, took an ordinary cloth bag, and untied the cloth bag. She took out about 30 middle-grade spirit stones from it in a precious and precious place. For many disciples with wealth, 30 middle-grade spirit stones were not even enough for one month to consume, but for the poor disciple Shen Yanbing , This is all her wealth. She put all the middle-grade spirit stones in front of Sun Hua, and said in a deep voice, "I will win against Chen Feng."

When Han Yu'er saw this scene, a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes. There were other disciples from foreign races, all of whom took out their spirit stones and said, "We bet the big brother to win."

On the cliff, Xu Lao sat in a chair leisurely, watching the scene below, smiling at an old man with the same hair and beard and graying next to him: "These little guys have a lot of love and righteousness, which is really good. ."

The old man with white hair and beard beside him sighed and said, "It's mainly because of Chen Feng's core. Chen Feng is good enough for them and convinced them. That's why."

On the cliffs opposite the two of them, there was also a group of elders from the Waizong group who was surrounded by a tall and burly old man talking. The old man seemed to be quite old, but he was very energetic, even half of his beard was black, his eyes were piercing, and he was full of unspeakable domineering.

Next to him, a middle-aged man who looked three points similar to him, but with a gloomy look, smiled and said, "Father, today, Sedum will definitely shine, shocking the entire Qian Yuanzong and attracting high-level attention."