"Betting?" Lin Feng looked indifferent and said indifferently: "What are you betting on?"
Cao Wei said: "Of course it's a bet between the disciples of your family and mine, who will win."
All the Yuan Shen bosses around him became interested when they heard this, and all their attention was focused on Lin Feng and Cao Wei. Taoist Lan Ting frowned slightly, and King Zuoxian of Beirong even cursed: "Cao Wei, you are in vain.
He is also the master of a sect, and someone who has cultivated Yuanshen is still shameless?"
Although Xuanmen Tianzong has been very popular in recent days, these Yuanshen bosses will not be moved by rumors and only believe in the facts they have witnessed with their own eyes.
They all saw Yang Qing's current state, and Cao Wei was clearly picking on the weak.
Cao Wei ignored King Zuo Xian's question and said indifferently: "He can choose not to accept my bet."
Hearing that there was a bet, Betting Master Zhuge Guang was the most excited person, but he also frowned slightly at this time. If Lin Feng did not accept Cao Wei's bet, it would be clear that even he, the master, did not think highly of Yang Qing.
When Lin Feng and Cao Wei reach the position, they no longer need to prove anything, so there is no issue of face or grudge. However, if Lin Feng fails by default, it will damage the morale of his family, and it will also damage Yang Qing's already fragile confidence.
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A thousand-mile embankment collapses in an ant nest. A small mistake may be the beginning of the Xuanmen Tianzong's upward momentum being interrupted.
Shi Zongyue looked at Lin Feng with interest, wanting to see how he would respond.
Lin Feng was silent for a while and then said: "You and I use our disciples to bet and fight for fun. What's the difference between treating them as cockfighting dogs?"
Cao Wei said without hesitation: "The bet you and I win in the end belongs to the winning disciple himself."
At this point, Lin Feng had no choice but to accept the move. He raised his eyes and looked at Cao Wei: "According to what you said, it seems that you have set your sights on something in my hand for your disciple?"
"That's right." Cao Wei nodded calmly. He didn't hide it and said straightforwardly: "I heard that you have a strange fruit on hand, which is famous for its fire and ice. If Fang Zhong wins, he will take this thing as a bonus. What do you think?"
The expression on Lin Feng's face remained unchanged, but his pupils shrank slightly, and he wondered in his heart: "How did this guy know that I have a fiery ice weapon?"
Huolinbingshi is a rare treasure that Lin Feng got through a system lottery just after he formed the elixir in the past. It is an extremely cold fruit that grows on the Yuanhuo tree in extremely hot places.
This fruit has both hot and cold properties. When it is extremely cold, it will turn the cold air into burning heat. The colder it is, the hotter it will be. When it is extremely hot, it is just the opposite. It will turn the fire into ice, and the hotter it will be, the colder it will be.
The thing fell into Lin Feng's hands and was only used once, when he was looking for the soil. It was used on Changchun Peak, the mountain gate of the Baicao Sect, in order to enter the secret alchemy room of the Baicao ancestor.
Apart from this, Lin Feng never used this rare treasure again.
"After using Huolinbingshi, there may be a unique spiritual energy left in the place, but it stands to reason that it should dissipate in a short time." Lin Feng thought in his mind: "Not to mention the Gengjin Tiger King in the future.
When we attacked the mountain, Nan Hua and I also joined in the fun. Together with the landlord Baicao Patriarch, we reduced Changchun Peak and the secret alchemy room to rubble."
"Cao Wei has cultivated his soul, and his magic power reaches the sky. He may still be able to unearth the remaining spiritual power in the ruins, but it cannot be separated for too long, otherwise the spiritual power will naturally dissipate between heaven and earth."
In other words, Cao Wei visited Changchun Peak not long after Lin Feng and others left.
The problem is that Changchun Peak is located at the southernmost point of the Great Hengduan Mountains in the southern part of the vast land of China, and Cao Wei is the leader of the Tianchi Sect on the Arctic snowfield. The two of them span almost the entire vast land of China, one south and one north. Cao Wei has nothing to do with it.
What to run in the Hengduan Mountains?
However, such rare objects as the Fire and Ice are indeed rare treasures for the Tianchi Sect monks who practice both Taoism and Ice and Fire.
Many thoughts went through Lin Feng's mind. But it only happened in a moment. He looked at Cao Wei, turned his palm over, and a half-blue and half-red fruit appeared in his palm. It was Huolinbingshi.
"Since you specified that you want my Fire and Bingshi, then I will decide your bet." Lin Feng said slowly, seeming to have made a lot of determination.
Cao Wei nodded: "This is natural."
Lin Feng said: "I have heard for a long time that Tianchi Sect produces a kind of spiritual spring called Fenglin Ice Dew, so I asked for such a thing for my disciple."
Just as Cao Wei was about to speak, Lin Feng cut him off and said slowly: "In terms of quantity, I want a hundred drops!"
The corner of Shi Zongyue's mouth twitched, and everyone else shook their heads slightly. Taoist Lan Ting and King Zuoxian of Beirong smiled at the same time.
Everyone was sighing that Lin Feng really dared to speak.
Feng Lin Ice Dew is famous all over the world and is the treasure of the Tianchi Sect. Even within the Tianchi Sect, only a few people can enjoy it. The quantity is extremely rare. The total output in a year is only a dozen drops. Lin Feng needs nearly ten drops as soon as he opens his mouth.
annual output.
Although the Tianchi Sect also stores ice dew, the storage capacity is extremely limited including the normal consumption of daily practice. Lin Feng's hundred drops will basically empty out all the Feng Lin Ice Dew currently stored by the Tianchi Sect.
Cao Wei frowned slightly: "The values of the bets between the two sides are completely unequal. Are you deliberately cheating to avoid the war?"
Lin Feng was expressionless and didn't speak, as if he acquiesced.
"Okay, I'll make a bet with you!" Cao Wei pondered for a moment and said with enthusiasm. When he raised his hand, a ball of ice mist floated in the air. It was fluttering, and the specific shape could not be seen. It was like a dream, but it was him.
A portable magic weapon.
In the ice mist, many tiny water droplets like ice crystals could be vaguely seen floating and sinking, which was exactly what Lin Feng required to bet on the Fenglin Ice Dew.
"Now, do you dare to gamble?" Cao Wei stared at Lin Feng. Lin Feng sighed and said nothing. He threw his hand and Huolinbingshi flew into the air and was suspended in the air.
Everyone thought that Lin Feng had nothing to do and had been cornered by Cao Wei, but they didn't know that Lin Feng was sneering in his heart at this time.
"Bet with me? If you lose, you'll lose your pants!"
He sent a message to Yang Qing: "Silly boy, don't worry about it. I'm passing on your new Taoism as a teacher, but I don't mean that you have to show it in this Dharma meeting. With your current cultivation level, you can't defeat your opponent."
Difficult matter."
"Remember, you are strong. Stronger than you think."
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Yang Qing was shocked, looked at Lin Feng and nodded, his mood gradually calmed down.
Other Yuanshen bosses also noticed the change in Yang Qing, and they all marveled: "Is this a big reward for a brave man? I heard that there was a reward of one hundred drops of Fenglin Ice Dew. So I suddenly felt motivated to fight?"
"That's not right. This kid is obviously completely relaxed. He doesn't seem to have inspired his fighting spirit. Could it be that the Master of Xuanmen told him that it doesn't matter even if he loses?"
Only Cao Wei's eyes moved between Lin Feng and Yang Qing, and he had a vague premonition in his heart.
Fang Zhong, however, was not so conscious. He looked at the fiery ice in the sky with blazing eyes: "This thing was almost given to me for free!"
He looked at Wang Lin and Yue Hongyan in the Xuanmen Tianzong camp, sneered, and jumped into the Hidden Dragon Pot first.
Yang Qing took a deep breath and jumped into the Hidden Dragon Pot.
Inside the pot is a completely independent small world of caves and beautiful scenery.
Fang Zhong landed among the mountains. He looked at Yang Qing who came in. He smiled coldly and held up the magic formula with both hands. A cold air suddenly rose around his body, eroding into the surrounding mountain streams and draining the water.
All frozen into ice cubes.
The little guy outside looked at the world in the pot reflected in the illusion of light and shadow. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Useful? Fifth Senior Brother's True Water of Taiyin can not only control flowing water, but also frozen glaciers."
Fang Zhong looked at Yang Qing and smiled: "You also took action in the battle on the sandbank. How could I not know that you are pregnant with the true water of Taiyin? The problem is that you can control water and ice, but what about fire?"
As soon as he changed his technique, the frozen glacier suddenly changed its appearance and turned into beating pale flames, but these flames did not have any heat, but were bone-chillingly cold.
It is the Tianchi Sect’s signature magical power, Ice Flame.
Under Fang Zhong's control, the billowing ice flames turned into a cold, pale sea of fire, surrounding Yang Qing.
The powerful power attracted the attention of everyone watching the battle outside. All the foundation-building monks who were about to participate in the competition had solemn expressions. Fang Zhong was indeed a talker, but he also had real skills.
Although he looks arrogant and arrogant on the outside, he actually has an in-depth understanding of each opponent in order to know himself and the enemy.
Huo Chen looked at this scene and murmured: "In this Dharma gathering, the most threatening people to me are Shi Shaoqian, Yue Hongyan of Xuanmen Tianzong, and Fang Zhong in front of me..."
Several Yuanshen masters also looked at the illusion in the pot. The strength displayed by Fang Zhong was naturally not worth mentioning to them, but it did not prevent them from giving a fair evaluation.
"For a monk in the foundation-building stage, he is quite outstanding." Taoist Master Changle nodded slightly and looked at Cao Wei: "Congratulations to Sect Master Cao for having such an outstanding talent."
King Zuoxian of Beirong looked unmoved, but he nodded secretly. His old enemy's talent had not been interrupted, and the contest between the two sides would continue for a long time.
"Taoist Master Changle is over-reputed." Cao Wei looked at Lin Feng and said lightly: "There are some things that cannot be avoided."
Lin Feng, who had always been expressionless before, suddenly smiled, as if clearing the clouds and seeing the sun: "I feel the same way."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Yang Qing calmly facing the sea of ice and fire surrounding him in the Hidden Dragon Pot, and suddenly clasped his palms together.
A stream of green water flashing with colorful light suddenly rushed out from beside him and quickly merged into the surrounding sea of ice and fire.
The green water flow disappeared, but the fire in the sea of ice and fire grew higher and higher, as if it had swallowed up the green water flow.
But Fang Zhong couldn't be happy. Instead, he was shocked and looked like he had seen a ghost.
The next moment, the sea of ice, flames and fire suddenly went into chaos, and it continued to agitate internally. In the end, it began to disintegrate and dissipate on its own.
It was as if Fang Zhong himself had failed to cast a spell.
Everyone who was fighting outside the pot was dumbfounded and didn't understand why. They stared blankly at the menacing sea of ice, flames and fire, which turned into a joke that started but ended.
Others couldn't see the truth behind it, but several Yuanshen masters could. Cao Wei's face was so gloomy that he was about to shed tears.
Lin Fengyun's gentle voice came to my ears: "I, my disciple, would like to thank you in advance for the hundred drops of Feng Linbing Dew."