A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 271

Chapter 271 I beat Chen Feng to win!

Chen Feng glanced at him with a cold expression. Without saying a word, he turned and left.

The more Chen Feng is like this, the more Yang Jingtian feels that he has been greatly humiliated. He looks at Chen Feng with a twisted face, and his eyes seem to be burning like, "Chen Feng, wait for me!"

Two days later, people gathered around the platform of life and death in the back mountain of neizong.

Almost all neizong disciples came, and even some neizong disciples who practiced in seclusion and didn't care about the world heard the news and came to watch the battle this time.

The cliffs around the platform of life and death are already full of neizong elders. There is no way. This time, the battle between Chen Feng and Yang Jingtian is too much. Their generation is called the golden generation, and today's duel is the strongest of the golden generation.

Even a supreme elder openly said that the battle between them directly decided who was the first person of Qianyuan sect 20 years later.

The battle has not yet begun, and there are ongoing debates under it.

"Guess who can win?"

"Needless to say, it's Yang Jingtian, of course."

"Yes, I think so, too. Yang Jingtian's family background is profound, and his realm is almost the same as that of Chen Feng. Behind him is the whole Yang family. What's the meaning of Chen Feng? He is just a poor boy with his master dead!"

"Yes, that's reasonable. When two people's realm and hard power are similar, their magic weapons and panacea will become the decisive factors."

This problem is discussed by more than a dozen senior disciples of neizong, all of whom have been in neizong for more than five years. Their strength is not weak, and they have rich combat experience. What they say is also very experienced, insightful and convincing.

Everyone echoed.

At this time, a cold and delicate voice suddenly came from the side: "Chen Feng is sure to win."

The crowd looked along the sound and saw a woman slowly coming. She was wearing a simple white plain clothes and dragging a huge sword almost as big as three of her in her hand. The huge sword left a deep gully on the ground.

Seeing her coming, everyone couldn't help but give way and looked at him with a trace of fear and irrecoverable hostility.

The person who came was Shen Yanbing. Her face had recovered as usual, and Han yu'er and others were beside her. The two people seemed to be close. Obviously, she and Han yu'er had gotten along quite well these days.

Shen Yanbing came to the man, stared at him, and said in a deep voice word by word, "Chen Feng is sure to win!"

His expression was extremely serious, like saying something very pious, and his momentum was even more oppressive. For a moment, no one dared to refute.

After a long time, there was a disdainful cold hum: "hum, it was really born in a poor family. I didn't stay in a noble family, and I haven't seen anything in the world. I don't know how important a rich family is."

Shen Yanbing didn't say a word. He walked directly in front of him, clubbed the ground with a big sword in his hand, and shouted in a deep voice: "dare to fight?"

The man's face turned pale with fear. Although he had been in neizong for four or five years, he was only the first tower in Shenmen territory. After watching Shen Yanbing's performance on the stage of life and death that day, how dare he fight with her.

But let him throw in the towel. He was unwilling to admit his cowardice.

At this time, suddenly Sun Hua came over and shouted, "all bets, bets. Today there are only two ways to play, bet on Chen Feng and bet on Yang Jingtian."

Shen Yanbing came to him, took an ordinary cloth bag and untied it. She took out about 30 pieces of middle-class spirit stones from it in a precious and important place. For many disciples with wealth, 30 pieces of middle-class spirit stones are not even consumed in a month, but for Shen Yanbing, a poor disciple, this is all her wealth. She put all the intermediate spirit stones in front of Sun Hua and said in a deep voice, "I beat Chen Feng to win."

When Han yu'er saw this scene, a touch of emotion flashed in her eyes. There were other disciples of foreign origin, all of whom took out their spiritual stones and said, "we bet on the eldest martial brother to win."

On the cliff, Xu Lao sat leisurely on the chair with a face. Looking at the following scene, he smiled at an old man with the same hair and beard who was gray next to him and said, "these little guys attach importance to love and righteousness, which is really good."

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

On the cliff opposite the two of them, there was also a group of waizong elders surrounded by a tall and burly old man talking. The old man looks old, but he is very energetic. Even half of his beard is black, his eyes are bright, and his body shows an unspeakable domineering spirit.

Next to him, a middle-aged man who looked three points similar to him, but his eyes were a little gloomy, laughed and said, "Dad, today, Jingtian will definitely shine, shocking the whole Qianyuan sect and attracting the attention of the top."