Chapter 1597 The Battle for the Top Spot

"It's him, Feng Bishu!" someone shouted.

"It turns out it's him!" An old warrior showed a knowing smile.

"Feng Bishu, you will lose every time you bet! This man's name is quite interesting!"

Chen Xiang chuckled.

"Just because of his name, I think we should support him!" Wen Renjunjie said with a smile.

"Not bad! Not bad!" Zhuge Jiancheng nodded in agreement.

The rest of the Pest Team showed a lot of interest, so Song Yan led everyone over.

"Is there a limit to your bet?"

Zhuge Jiancheng asked.

"Since I dare to start a bet here, I have enough confidence!" Feng Bishu smiled proudly: "Please feel free to bet, I can take any big bet!"

"I bet ten thousand taels of gold that the Tianyang will win!"

"I bet five thousand taels of gold, and the gambling king Teng wins!"

"I bet five thousand taels of Tianyang and five thousand taels of Wang Teng!"

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I don't know if Feng Bishu's bold words had an effect. In short, in just half a quarter of an hour, he received a bet of more than one million taels of gold.

"Everyone, you have been standing aside for a long time, do you also want to place a bet?"

After Feng Bishu handed the slips of paper to the hands of those who placed bets on the martial arts, he stared at Song Yan and others and asked.

"I bet on Wang Tengsheng, one hundred thousand taels of gold!"

Zhuge Jiancheng took out one hundred thousand taels of gold and slapped it on the table.

"Okay, this brother is so heroic!" Feng Bishu praised with a smile, his eyes almost narrowed into a thin line.

"I'll beat Wang Tengsheng, too, with one hundred thousand taels!"

Then, Wenren Junjie also placed bets.

For a moment, Feng Bishu's smile became even brighter.

Next, the members of the Pest Team placed bets one after another, all betting on Wang Tengsheng. The total number of bets reached more than eight million taels of gold.

After writing the paperwork, Feng Bishu looked at Song Yan again: "This brother thinks you are the leader, won't you place a bet?"

"I'm worried that you can't afford the compensation, so I won't bet!"

Song Yan smiled and shook his head. Money was almost useless to him, not to mention that more advanced techniques and resources could no longer be purchased with gold.

Feng Bishu was not angry at all for Song Yan's slighting. Instead, he was secretly happy because he knew that the young man in front of him was a big fat sheep, so he smiled and said: "Brother, just bet, if you win, even if you sell the iron, I will do it." I’ll stay with you!”

"Forget it!"

Song Yan shook his head again.

"Brother, are you looking down on me, Feng Bishu?"

The other party pretended to be angry.

Song Yan was speechless. He didn't want to earn the other party's gold, but he happened to bump into him. He was too lazy to be polite, so he raised a finger: "Do you dare to accept this amount?"

"Isn't it just ten million taels of gold? I thought it was that much!" Feng Bishu curled his lips disapprovingly.

Song Yan smiled: "Not ten million, but one billion!"

"What? A billion? You're not kidding!"

Feng Bishu's face condensed.

"Do you think I'm joking?" Song Yan said lightly.

Suddenly, Feng Bishu hesitated, and after a while he said: "Okay, I'll take it!"

"You dare to take it, but I can't believe you can afford it, because if you lose, you will pay me three billion. Do you have that much gold?"

Feng Bishu's expression froze, and he finally gritted his teeth and took out three things from the storage ring and placed them on the table. They were a book of exercises, a broken sword, and a magical medicine placed in a jade box.

"Isn't it enough to add the royal technique, a broken fairy treasure and a peerless magic medicine that can resurrect the dead?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on the three things on the table, and many people had passion and greed in their eyes.

But no one dared to act rashly, because this Feng Bishu was a peerless master at the Dharma level.

"Now it's time for you to show your sincerity, right?"

Feng Bishu looked at Song Yan, slightly satisfied.

Song Yan waved his hand, and 10,000 low-grade spiritual crystals flew out and piled up into a small mountain on the table: "Is 10,000 spiritual crystals enough?"

"That's enough! That's enough!"

Feng Bishu said quickly, but in his heart he shouted that he had made a profit.

Soon, Feng Bishu wrote the receipt and handed it to Song Yan, and collected the ten thousand spiritual crystals and three treasures.

Time passed and it was almost noon.

More and more people are coming here. There are no less than 100,000 people. It is simply a sea of ​​​​people.

And half an hour before noon, a figure flashed, and a man in Tsing Yi appeared in the center of the plain. He was the Heavenly Sheep at the top of the Hidden Dragon List.

Tianyang is not tall, but rather short, and his appearance is also very ordinary. He is the kind of person who cannot be found in a crowd. However, his eyes are very charming. Just one glance will make people laugh. Can't help myself.

I didn't see it. After he appeared, he just glanced around and made many female warriors look obsessed. Even some male warriors showed obsessed looks. This made Song Yan feel a little chilly and secretly thought, This Tian Yang will not be suitable for both men and women!

Fortunately, Tianyang only glanced around and then closed his eyes and stood there to recuperate.

Not long after, Wang Teng also appeared, directly opposite Tianyang a hundred meters away.

"You came."

Tianyang opened his eyes and smiled.

"I'm here to defeat you." Wang Teng said solemnly.

"Actually, this fight between you and me is totally unnecessary, because I will be out of the Hidden Dragon List in less than a year!"

"I like to take the things I like myself!"

Wang Teng said proudly, full of confidence.

"But you have to pay a price." The smile on Tianyang's face disappeared, and he was a little cold.

Wang Teng didn't want to continue talking nonsense with Tianyang: "Let's do it!"

"It seems you can't wait any longer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tianyang struck out with his palm. The sound of this palm was very strong, and the sound of thunder continued to explode.

"Break it for me!"

Wang Teng swung a random punch and broke Tianyang's Thunder Fist, and sneered: "Use your strongest ability, otherwise, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to strike again!"

"Yeah?"

Tianyang smiled coldly and swayed, and suddenly one hundred and eight figures appeared around him, all of which were exactly the same as Tianyang. Then, these Tianyang moved and each used a set of martial arts to kill Wang Teng.

These one hundred and eight heavenly sheep were so lifelike that it was impossible to distinguish between real and fake, and the attacks they fired were all real. In an instant, Wang Teng was swallowed up by the torrent of energy formed by the one hundred and eight attacks.

"So strong! No wonder Tianyang has been at the top of the list for many years!"

Seeing this scene, most of the warriors present showed extremely shocked expressions. One hundred and eight early stages of the Holy Sea attacked at the same time. Even the early stage of the Holy Sea would have died of hatred!

Just when everyone thought Wang Teng was probably going to lose.

A bright light suddenly appeared in the center of the torrent. The light at first was only the size of a fist, but it radiated away at an extremely fast speed, swallowing up the energy torrent in an instant.

Then, a figure stepped out of it, then reached out and punched one hundred and eight times.

"Puff puff puff puff!"

The bodies of the Tianyang were bombarded one by one. In the end, only one Tianyang escaped and landed hundreds of meters away.

"Where to escape!"

Wang Teng caught up with the last Tianyang, and his right fist burst out with a dazzling light like the sun and then blasted out.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

With a series of impact sounds, Tianyang was hit so hard that he vomited blood and flew backwards.