On the ring.

Dongfang Han and Qingji Hou were in opposition from afar.

Not far away, there is an elder with invincible king-level saint fighting power. He is the King of Meng and the notary of this bet battle.

Boom! Boom!

The next moment, the two of them took action!

"This time you provided me with 300 million points, so you won't lose so badly! Yes, just win!" Dongfang Han said inwardly: "She wait and see if you can hack some points from the inheritance disciples!"

For Dongfang Han, no matter how many points you get, you won’t be too much!

When he comes back this time, he wants to make the final sprint to break through to the realm of a saint, so naturally the more points he gets, the better!

Huhu~~~

The two of them fought so fiercely. The Qingjihou held a long halberd in his hand. As the battle progressed, his confidence became greater and greater!

"I still have great hope of winning!" Qing Jihou was full of fighting spirit.

But he didn't know that Dongfang Han had hidden his strength and was playing with him. If he knew, he didn't know whether to be grateful or sad.

I was so excited that I thought I could win, but who knew that I was playing with me?

I don’t know how long it has passed!

Dongfang Han "accidentally" knocked the Qingjihou to the ring!

"Chengran, Chengran! I won by accident. I thought I was going to lose!" Dongfang Han smiled embarrassedly with a smile on his face.

"You...you are so lucky. If you fight again, I will definitely defeat you!" Qingjihou said with dissatisfaction.

"Or what if we bet another 600 million points to give you a point that wins with capital and interest?" Dongfang Han's somewhat tempting proposal made Qingjihou's heart beat.

But he has not known Dongfang Han for a day or two. This guy is very weird. Although he really wants to bet on it, he will only have few points left!

If you bet again, you have to borrow it, but what if you lose again? I am afraid I will be a cow and a horse for billions of years!

"When I earn enough points, I will bet with you!" Qing Jihou gritted his teeth, and he calmed down because he didn't know why he was full of fear of Dongfang Han!

He obeyed his own voice!

"What a pity!" Dongfang Han sighed inwardly, thinking that he could earn some more points.

A little unwilling to give up, Dongfang Han looked around and said loudly: "Who is there anyone betting on me?"

Even the Qingji Marquis lost. There are not many cultivators who are confident of defeating Dongfang Han. After all, the strength of the Qingji Marquis is at the top among many disciples. Although it is not the top, it is also very good!

"You want to bet, I'll bet with you!" At this moment, a voice sounded, and a young man in purple dress walked out with a proud man. The man seemed to have just arrived.

Seeing this person appear, a sound of amazement sounded.

"Salahou!"

"Sala Hou is the inherited disciple, and his strength ranks tenth among many inherited disciples, which is much stronger than that of the Qingji Hou!"

"That's right, the Qingji Marquis is only the mid-stage combat power of the top marquis saint, and this Sharahou is the peak combat power of the top marquis saint, and he is almost the king!"

"Dongfang Han defeated Qingjihou before, but he only narrowly won. He was only in a short time with that Qingjihou, and he was definitely not the opponent of this Salahou!"

"Dongfang Han doesn't know Sharahou's strength, so he may be betting!"

"You'll know it just look! But Dongfang Han is very arrogant and deserves to lose. Otherwise, he would think there is no advantage among our disciples in the inheritance."

"Yes, you can't let him be too arrogant!"

“…”

Many disciples of the inheritance were discussing fiercely with each other.

Dongfang Han naturally saw that this Salahou was much stronger, but he couldn't perform too well, right? What if he scared this guy away? He wanted to earn a lot of points!

A trace of fear flashed in Dongfang Han's eyes, and then he said, "Senior brother, let's compete and just have a small bet. Is one million points OK?"

"One million points? How can this work? Is it a man?" At this moment, Qing Jihou became anxious: "When you just won me 300 million points, why are you so arrogant? Why are you cowardly now?"

Countless disciples of the inheritance are speechless. This guy had been moving for 300 million or 500 million. Why are he now timid? Bet a million points? Are you just promising?

In fact, one million points, the previous bets of ordinary disciples were only so many, but the previous ones were 300 million or even one billion, and now one million points are too different. Those who don’t know think they are not alone.

"I just saw you very awesome, with 600 million points. Do you dare to gamble?" Salahou sneered: "Don't tell me, you are not a man!"

"Sixteen hundred million points? Are you not a man if you don't bet?" Dongfang Han's face looked angry, as if he was angry: "Okay, I've bet with you!"

A gamble of 600 million points!

Doubled compared to just now!

But he didn't know that Dongfang Han was so happy at this time. He had just won 300 million points but was not satisfied. Now someone came to him to get 600 million points!

He thought that he could wake up laughing when he fell asleep.

I had been struggling to survive for endless years, completed ten characters, and several times I almost died in my life, and only earned 13.4 billion points. In this time, I would have to win 900 million points. This feeling is really good!

King Meng looked at him quietly, feeling speechless, but he didn't say anything either.

Which of these disciples in the inheritance is not a strong man behind? The difference is that some cultivators are invincible king-level saints behind, some are half-step saints, and some are Saints.

They are not ordinary disciples now, and every time they want to bet, they are responsible for their own actions.

He is only responsible for justice!

Before, Dongfang Han had not transferred the 600 million points of capital and profit, so he directly acted as Dongfang Han's gambling capital. This Salah Hou was indeed not an ordinary true disciple, and he took out 600 million points without hesitation!

The 300 million points bet ended, and another 600 million points bet came!

On the ring.

"Come on! To express your gratitude for giving me 600 million points, I'll let you take the move first!" Salahou looked at Dongfang Han with his hands on his back, and said arrogantly.

"Are you sure I'll take the move first?" Dongfang Han looked at Salahou with a smile.

"This is natural! Don't say I won't give you a chance!" Salahou said with a cold snorting.

Dongfang Han was wondering whether to give it to the other party, but when Salahou said this, a sneer flashed through his heart. Do you really think I am a little boy who gives money?

Since you want to do this, I will let you taste what it feels like to pretend to be sobbed!

boom!

Dongfang Han slashed out with a big knife, and the wind and clouds moved in one stroke, and instantly descended, slashing towards the pretending Salahou.

Seeing that Dongfang Han had not even used the Holy Realm and slashed out with one sword, the disdain at the corner of Salahou's mouth became even stronger, but when the sword light was about to come, his face changed drastically.

He felt the horror of this knife!

Even with all my strength, but it was too late!

The power of this sword almost reached the initial combat power of an ordinary king-level saint. How could this Salahou show such a strong combat power in a hurry?

Bang!

There was only a loud noise, accompanied by a scream. The Salahou flew out of the ring, rumbling, and then slammed hard on the earth.

"this......"

"Is it defeated in one move?"

"Salahou is pretending to be too big and is being trampled!"

"Dang Damn, I was thinking how many moves Dongfang Han could withstand Sharahou, but I didn't expect that he would be slashed out of the ring with one knife!"

"Damn, this Salahou is so pretentious, he is carrying his hands on his back, looking down on the world. If he doesn't show off, he can win. This pretentious man was directly chopped away!"

"What's this called? Don't show off, pretend to be a knife!"

"Yes! He was chopped so much!"

"Please ask for the shadow area in Sarahou's heart!"

"Same request!"

“…”

At this time, the King Meng was also stunned. After a long time, he smiled bitterly. This Salahou was so pretentious. Isn’t this asking for abuse?

Didn’t you even realize that Dongfang Han is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Although Dongfang Han's previous performance was very realistic, the observation of Meng Tianwang was very detailed and could feel the playful touch on the corner of Dongfang Han's mouth, and knew that Dongfang Han was not simple, and the facts proved that his speculation was correct!

"Dongfang Han, you... you attacked!" Under the ring, Salahou roared with a ferocious face.

"Sneak attack? You asked me to take the move first!" Dongfang Han said innocently.

"I didn't count it just now, let's do it again!" Sharahou shouted. He was so unwilling to lose like this!

"Not count? Why not count? You have lost! Pretending to me!" Dongfang Han sneered: "If you don't agree, you can gamble again!"

"You..." Salahou's face was gloomy, ugly, and trembled with anger.

He thought about it carefully and was indeed too careless. He saw Dongfang Han fighting with the Qingji Marquis, and thought Dongfang Han might even be slightly worse than the Qingji Marquis. Even if Dongfang Han took action first, he could win easily. He wanted to pretend to be a pussy, but he didn't expect to be chopped by a knife!

He believed that if he did it again, he would definitely win!
To be continued...