I am a good person in Wanjie

Chapter 415 Bet
Many monks who were preparing to participate in the competition heard that two people were going to compete against the ancient sword stele, and they all surrounded them one by one.

"Tsk tsk, this kid, how brave is he? How dare he compete with Du Ziteng?"
"I see, this kid's head has been caught by the door."

"Du Ziteng knows the Supreme Elder, how did Yang Changyao compete with him?".

"This kid is going to be unlucky, and he will definitely commit suicide under the ancient knife pond."

"Haha, this is what he did on his own."

None of the onlookers looked favorably on Qin Feng. They looked at Qin Feng with cold eyes, as if Qin Feng was looking at another dying person.

Under these four weeks of remarks, Du Ziteng's expression became even more arrogant, as if he would win this ancient sword competition.

On the other hand, Qin Feng's face was as calm as water, as if the ridicule of these monks was not mocking him at all.

The elder of the Golden Sword Sect glanced at Qin Feng and Du Ziteng, and said, "Who will come first?"

"Of course I'll come first." Du Ziteng strode forward proudly, and said to Qin Feng contemptuously, "Boy, open your eyes wide and see how many ancient knives I can attract!"

The Tianjiao in the audience looked at Du Ziteng, held their breath and remained silent, wanting to see what kind of results Du Ziteng could achieve.

Seeing Du Ziteng walking under the ancient knife, his whole body changed suddenly.

If Du Ziteng just now was a treasured sword that was not out of its sheath, then at this moment, Du Ziteng was already a treasured sword that was out of its sheath.

"Elder Taishang, Patriarch Huang, head of the Golden Sword Sect."

Du Ziteng shouted loudly.

The ancient knife that kept wandering in the sky had a full 65 handles. At the same time, it pointed the tip of the knife at Du Ziteng, and suddenly it was blazing, and it let out a series of crisp hissing. Swing', seems to be completely crazy about Du Ziteng.

At this moment, everyone's faces changed instantly, and they were full of shock!
How can it be!

Du Ziteng actually triggered 65 handles?

After a long time, everyone came back to their senses and took a deep breath.

"65 handles! Someone actually triggered 65 handles of ancient knives!"

"Damn, this is only one handle away from the original master!"

"How could this Du Ziteng be so powerful!"

"He actually knows the Supreme Elder..."?
Also at this moment, these arrogances also had a thought in their hearts;!

In this Hundred Swords Conference, Du Ziteng is second only to the head of the Golden Knife School. When the Hundred Swords Conference is over, he will soar into the sky and become famous in the mainland!

You know, these are 65 ancient knives, and so far, they are second only to the head of the Golden Knife Sect!

And it is ranked second in all rankings.

Not to mention Jian Zhouyan, Shi Zhenxiang, and other geniuses!
Du Ziteng didn't have any expression on his face, then he looked at Qin Feng and said, "Yang Changyao, it's your turn!"

Many geniuses who knew about the game were all taken aback.

Want to gamble now?
Isn't it obvious that you lost?
You know, to win against Du Ziteng, at least 66 ancient knives must be activated, which is at the same level as the master!
On par with the master?
How is this possible!
There is no doubt that Qin Feng will lose this gamble!

"Wait, I have something important to do, I'll come first."At this time, Zhu Chengjing suddenly stood up and said.

Seeing Zhu Chengjing walk out, many arrogances all looked at Zhu Chengjing.

They don't know how many ancient knives this Zhu Chengjing can draw.

After all, Zhu Chengjing is the number one genius in the inner sect.

The eyes of many monks were directly on Zhu Chengjing.

Zhu Chengjing walked under the ancient knife pool and shouted directly: "The Supreme Elder, Wang Patriarch, Chen Patriarch".

Swish!
At that moment, the ancient swords swimming in the sky, with a total of 71 handles, swam towards Zhu Chengjing without any hesitation, flying up and down around Zhu Chengjing, as if dancing with Zhu Chengjing's yellow light!

hum!
At this moment, the faces of hundreds of monks changed drastically.

Their brains fell into a short blank, and there was only one thought left in their minds...

71 handles!
Zhu Chengjing actually touched 71 handles!
You know, the highest record in the Hundred Swords Pool is only 66 handles, which is still the record set by the head of the Golden Sword Sect.

"how can that be!"

All the monks were shocked.

This is 71 handles. Looking at the Hundred Swords Competition over the years, there is no one who can achieve this result!

The people who got sixty marks back then, without exception, have all become the powerhouses of a generation, and the Megatron Continent!

and!
Zhu Chengjing even got 71 handles.

His future achievements are absolutely limitless.

"Hahaha!" At this moment, a loud laugh suddenly resounded in the Golden Knife Sect: "Not bad, not bad, you are indeed a genius disciple of my Golden Knife Sect!"

This person is the head of the Golden Sword Sect. Because of Zhu Chengjing's achievements, he couldn't sit still anymore and stood up directly!

All the other elders also stood up to congratulate the head of the Tianjin Sword Sect.

After all, anyone who can draw sixty long knives will become a strong one in the future.

And Zhu Chengjing attracted 71 long knives, and he will definitely become the ancestor of Jindan in the future, or a true emperor of Yuanying.

Shi Zhenxiang was already standing there in shock. He did not expect that Du Ziteng would compare him just after he won the first place.

Now it is compared by Zhu Chengjing again.

Although there are only a dozen long knives, it is a huge gap.

All Tianjiao came back to their senses and looked at Zhu Chengjing with deep admiration.

At this moment, Du Ziteng suddenly pointed at Qin Feng and said loudly: "Qin Feng, can you kill yourself now?"

All the disciples came to their senses when they heard these words, and all looked at Qin Feng in unison.

Each of their eyes showed deep disdain, ridicule and playfulness.

This Yang Changyao is definitely seeking his own death when he competes with Du Ziteng on the ancient sword.

Even if it is any one of them, it is estimated that they can beat Yang Changyao with the ancient sword.

Even those who are strong in Qi training can't compare with Du Ziteng in ancient swords.

And this kid who doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, actually rushed to Du Ziteng to compete with the ancient sword?

Isn't this looking for death?
The elder of the Tianjin Saber Sect beside him couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

Facing Du Ziteng's estimate of 65, Qin Feng will undoubtedly lose.

"I haven't competed yet, why do you think I lost, only 65 handles, you are just a waste."Qin Feng's eyes were full of contempt.

In the whole scene, everyone was like thunder, showing a shocked expression.

"Is this kid crazy? He actually said that Du Ziteng is trash!"

"The genius who can attract 65 handles is already the third on the list. Besides Zhu Chengjing and the head of the Golden Sword Sect, who else is better than him!"

"I estimate that this kid can attract at most twenty ancient knives!"
"Twenty, you think too highly of this kid, he can't even attract ten ancient knives."

At this moment, everyone looked at Qin Feng with an idiot-like expression, their eyes filled with sarcasm.

(End of this chapter)