Lord of the Runes

"Then buy one. If you don't have confidence, you can also buy a bet that you lose, but this bet can only bet [-] spirit stones at most, and the odds are one to one. Otherwise, if everyone loses on purpose Competition, then I will die!" Long Zhanye saw that Han Feng's tone was a little loose, his eyes lit up, and he immediately sold it.

Han Feng pondered for a while, and didn't want to waste any more time. He simply said, "I'll buy a bet that I can enter the top ten. What's the highest bet? What's the odds?"

"Okay, you are the first one who is so confident, dare to ask your name?" Long Zhanye shuddered, excited, and asked hastily.

"Han Feng."

"What?!" Long Zhanye asked in surprise, stunned for a moment.

"Han Feng!"

Long Zhanye yelled out, and suddenly realized: "So you are Han Feng. You have obtained three great medicines in the secret world before, and your strength is comparable to the limit. No wonder you are so confident!"

Han Feng was secretly surprised. He didn't expect this guy to be so well-informed. He even knew how many big medicines he had handed in. Obviously, he was not an ordinary person.Moreover, the other party knew that his strength was comparable to a man of the limit, but he still dared to bet with him, which showed that he knew that there were many strong players in this competition, and thought that his success rate was not high.However, his face was calm, and he asked slowly with a little teasing: "Then can I still bet?"

"Of course you can, but your odds can only be given at a one-to-one level, and there is no upper limit for betting!" Long Zhanye calmed down quickly, blinked his eyes, and said with confidence.

"Then I'll bet 100 million spirit stones, betting that I can enter the top ten!" Han Feng took a deep look at him, thought for a while, and said slowly.

"Okay, wait a moment, let me write this bet!" Long Zhanye showed excitement, rubbed his hands, and then quickly took out two customized paper bets, pointed like a pen, and spit out A scorching light gesticulated wildly on the paper. I don't know what kind of spiritual material the paper of the bet was made of, but it actually left black words on it.

Han Feng also felt a little surprised when he saw it. When Long Zhanye handed it over to him for his signature, he did the same and wrote his name on the two bets in a few clicks.

"Okay, Chenghui 100 million spirit stones!" Long Zhanye put away one of the bets, but held the other in his hand, looked at Han Feng, and said with a blushing face.

"Here!" Han Feng nodded, took out a space storage bag directly from his arms, handed it to Long Zhanye, and continued: "There are about 90 spirit stones in it, if you count the space storage bag itself The value of it must be more than 100 million spirit stones, you can count it yourself."

Long Zhanye took it, swept his soul power into the space storage bag, with a happy smile on his face, and immediately gave Han Feng another bet.

Afterwards, the two of them exchanged information about the jade token, and when they were able to contact each other, they clasped their hands together and dispersed.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Han Feng successfully arrived at No. 32 ring. At this time, many onlookers had gathered here, and there were already two people standing on the stage. One was a middle-aged man with a deep breath. Introverted, unable to see the strength of the cultivation base, most of them are referees returning to the Yuan Realm monk; the other is a young man with an imposing appearance, standing tall, as if waiting for him to play.

Without much hesitation, Han Feng jumped up from the crowd and landed on the ring in an instant. First, he saluted the elder referee with fists in his hands, and said respectfully, "Disciple Han Feng, I have met the elder."

The middle-aged monk has two long red eyebrows, which are very conspicuous, and his eyes are like torches. He turned his head and glanced at Han Feng, and said softly: "Since you are all here, I will talk about the rules of the competition. It's simple, there are only two rules, one is not to kill people, and the other is to declare the end when one party is unconscious or voluntarily admits defeat."

After a pause, he looked at Han Feng and the boy, and asked loudly, "Do you all understand?"

"understand!"

Han Feng and the boy responded in unison.

"Very well, let's get started!"

After saying this, the middle-aged monk suddenly soared into the air, made a tactic with both hands, and quickly shot a crimson light down to the edge of the golden ring. It formed a light golden mask, which was folded upside down like a bowl, and firmly covered the tens of feet wide; arena.

"Senior Brother Han, Wang Kaixuan of Baizhan Peak in the lower south, please advise!" The handsome young man looked at Han Feng and clasped his fists.

Han Feng didn't say a word, and after bowing his hand, he stood still, not intending to strike first.

Wang Kaixuan reached out his hand to touch the storage bag in the waist space, and a long spear appeared in his hand out of thin air. With a light shake, more than ten silver spear flowers appeared in the air, shining brightly, and rushed towards Han Feng extremely fast. go.

Han Feng didn't dodge or dodge, and let Wang Kaixuan stab at it with a long spear. Just as he approached for a moment, Han Feng stretched out his hand to explore, and in the dazzling shadow of the gun, he tightly grasped its real body. Guns N' Roses disappeared without a trace.

Wang Kaixuan's complexion changed drastically, but his reaction was also extremely fast. He was about to draw his gun to sweep across immediately, but he used all his energy in his body. It was as if it was cast in Han Feng's hands, and it didn't move at all.

"what……"

Wang Kaixuan yelled, his whole body swelled with zhenqi, he let go of the spear with one hand, and struck out a palm from the air, directly attacking Han Feng's chest.

It's a pity that his silver palm, which was as big as a foot, was blocked by the protective energy that Han Feng released at will before it even got close to Han Feng's body, and it bounced back into pieces.

"How is it possible!" Wang Kaixuan felt that the whole world was going to be at its peak. He was not a monk who had never fought. He had often entered the north of the Sanyemen to hunt and kill strange beasts this year. He dared not say that he was invincible with a long spear, but Even in the face of top-level alien beasts, he can win the battle, and finally get the core of it.

He was startled, and suddenly moved his right hand, and the front half of the spear was twisted away suddenly, revealing a short spear.

Holding a short spear in his hand, he tapped his feet, and like a night wolf, he rushed straight at Han Feng, his eyes full of ferociousness.

This blow is his nirvana that has been hidden for a long time!

In an instant, the silver light of his true energy permeated the wide space several feet wide, and the strong wind blew and whirred, drowning Han Feng's whole body.

The next moment, with a muffled bang, the gust of wind stopped abruptly, the silver glow shattered, and a figure flew out of it, hitting heavily on the light golden mask.

This person was Wang Kaixuan, his face turned blue, and he spit out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, blooming in the air like a flower.