"It's already here, and you're still being stubborn?"
Duan Lingtian's words made Wan Qihong's breath stop for a moment, and then he sneered, his eyes filled with a bit of madness, "Duan Lingtian, you have to be careful... Even if you click the button, you will stop."
He might also be seriously injured!"
Wan Qihong has made up his mind now.
Even if Duan Lingtian cannot be killed, Duan Lingtian must be severely injured before Zhen Pingfan and others can react to rescue Duan Lingtian.
"I'll wait and see."
Duan Lingtian's face was calm and his tone was calm.
"Uncle Wei."
At this time, Zhen Pingfan looked at Wei Chundao, the master of the Seven Kills Valley, "How about you preside over the gambling battle between the two of them?"
"Can."
Wei Chundao nodded and said he had no objection.
And he is the master of the Seven Kills Valley, so it is actually the best thing for him to preside over it.
Almost at the same time that Wei Chundao responded, Duan Lingtian looked at Wan Qihong and said calmly: "Wan Qihong, since it is Valley Master Wei who is personally presiding over the gambling fight between you and me... Before the gambling fight, we will share our respective
Leave the bet in the hands of Valley Master Wei."
"This way, I can feel at ease."
"Of course, if you can't come up with the bet... there is no need to continue this bet."
Speaking of what happened later, Duan Lingtian's eyes kept flickering, and in the eyes of everyone in the Wanqi family, it looked more like he was 'uneasy', trying his best to stir up this gambling fight.
Wan Qihong also felt the same way, "Duan Lingtian, it's now this time, you still want to struggle?"
While sneering, Wan Qihong looked at Wan Qijue again.
Before he could speak, Wan Qijue had already raised his hand, and black mist entangled in his hand, and finally turned into a seven-foot long gun. The gun body and tip were completely black. It was nothing special when pressed, but the aura emanating from it was...
It makes people feel depressed.
And this is exactly the high-grade half-soul artifact that Wan Qijue, the elder of the Wanqi family’s Golden Seat, carries with him, the Hidden Dragon Black Jade Spear!
"Is this Elder Wan Qijue's Hidden Dragon Black Jade Spear?"
As Wan Qijue took out his high-grade half-soul artifact, many elders from Qi Sha Valley who rushed over to join in the fun let out similar exclamations in tacit agreement.
"Elder Wan Qijue's Hidden Dragon Black Jade Spear was used to bet a hundred ultimate king-level divine pills? If this spreads out, it will be considered big news."
"Elder Wan Qijue, aren't you worried about losing the Hidden Dragon Black Jade Spear?"
"I must have taken it out because I thought I was bound to win."
…
More and more people from the Seven Kills Valley Clan were watching, and even a few people looked at Duan Lingtian frequently, secretly guessing that everyone thought Duan Lingtian would lose, and would Duan Lingtian come back to win in the end?
Of course, there are only a few people who think this way.
In fact, they felt that Duan Lingtian's chances of winning were very small, or even almost non-existent.
If they were asked to bet on Duan Lingtian's victory when the market opened now, they would not be able to take the risk.
"Uncle!"
At this time, an old man from the Wanqi family spoke up. Just as Wanqijue was about to hand the gun to Wei Chundao, the master of the Seven Kills Valley, he said, "Otherwise... forget it."
"There is no need to gamble with your high-grade half-soul artifact in a child's battle of spirits."
The old man spoke in a deep voice, and then added: "It would be fine if I win... but if I lose..."
He stopped talking.
However, it also made many people from the Wanqi family calm down.
yes.
Now, they all feel that they are sure to win.
But what if you lose?
What to do if you lose?
If they lose, the Jinzuo elder of their Wanqi family will lose their half-soul high-grade artifact, and their strength will be greatly reduced... And this is not only the loss of this Jinzuo elder, but also the loss of their Wanqi family.
loss!
When Wan Qijue heard the dissuasion, his movements stopped for a moment.
At this time, Duan Lingtian also smiled at the right time and said: "Yes, Elder Wan Qijue... otherwise, forget it."
"Today, I will definitely win against Wan Qihong."
"I'm afraid it's not easy for you, a half-soul high-grade artifact, to be born like this... There's really no need to rely on a useless great-grandson like you."
"Now, Elder Wan Qijue, if you want to go back on your word, I, Duan Lingtian, have no objection, and even your great-great-grandson Wan Qihong doesn't dare to have any objection."
Duan Lingtian smiled brightly, "However, the ugly words are ahead... If there is no high-grade half-soul artifact as a bet, I would be too lazy to follow Wan Qihong."
"Let's put an end to this gambling war."
At this time, Duan Lingtian changed his previous "uneasy" attitude and seemed to be a completely different person. He was much more excited.
When Wan Qihong heard this, his expression changed, and then he looked at Wan Qijue with some anxiety.
Even if he thinks he will win, it is hard to force him, the Xuanzu, to do this kind of thing... He can only let the Xuanzu make his own decision!
Of course, if possible, he would like to make a promise now, saying that it is impossible for him to lose, and if he loses, he will do anything.
At the same time, two more senior members of the Wanqi family spoke out to dissuade Wanqijue, feeling that there was no need to risk the high-grade half-soul artifact for the sake of the younger generation's dispute.
"Yes, Master Wanqi...otherwise, let's forget it."
At this time, Zhen Pingfan also spoke.
At first, he naturally didn't want to speak, because if Wan Qijue lost the high-grade half-soul artifact in his hand, the high-grade half-soul artifact would be transferred to him.
However, after receiving a message from Duan Lingtian, Duan Lingtian asked him to speak. He also understood what Duan Lingtian meant, so he spoke repeatedly to dissuade the other party.
At the same time, he was praying silently in his heart...
Wan Qijue, you old guy, don’t give in!
What are you afraid of?
Do you still have no confidence in your great-great-grandson?
You, your great-great-grandson, entered the realm of the upper-level God-Emperor a hundred years ago, while our Chunyang Sect’s Duan Lingtian only entered the realm of the Zhongwei God-Emperor two years ago!
"Elder Wanqi, forget it."
At this time, Ye Tong, the Jingxu elder of the Chunyang Sect's Hidden Sword lineage, also spoke. Duan Lingtian did not send a message to him. He just said what he thought in his heart.
Because he felt that Duan Lingtian was unlikely to be able to defeat Wan Qihong, so instead of losing face and giving away a hundred ultimate king-level divine pills, it would be better to just give up.
At this time, seeing a group of people trying to dissuade Wan Qijue, Wei Chundao, the master of the Seven Kills Valley, also retracted the hand he had just stretched out to receive the magic spear Wan Qijue handed over.
"Senior Brother Wanqi, why don't we forget it?"
Wei Chundao also said.
And many people watching felt that with so many people trying to dissuade Wan Qijue, Wan Qijue would most likely give up, and they were a little disappointed that they would not see Duan Lingtian and Wan Qihong fight against each other.
Wan Qijue's body shook slightly, and he threw the spear in his hand to Wei Chundao, and then said loudly: "I believe in my great-great-grandson!"
Seeing this scene and hearing what Wan Qijue said, Wan Qihong also expressed his excitement immediately, "Don't worry, Xuanzu, I will definitely not let you down!"
He was really worried that his Xuanzu would regret it just now.
Now, seeing that the high-grade half-soul artifact was in the hands of Wei Chundao, he felt relieved. He looked at Duan Lingtian again with a hint of teasing, "Duan Lingtian, now my bet has come to Valley Master Wei."
In your hand, it's your turn to take out your bet."
"You won't be able to get one hundred ultimate king-level magic pills, right?"
Under the gaze of everyone, Duan Lingtian's expression changed several times, and the smile that appeared on his face before disappeared. After frowning, he said coldly: "Of course I can take it!"
Then, in front of this group of people, he took out a lot of pill bottles, and after a while of tinkering, he put a hundred ultimate king-level divine pills in an unused Na ring and handed them to Wei Chundao.
, "Master Wei, I'm sorry."
At this moment, Duan Lingtian looked heavy, but felt very excited in his heart.
Done!
"Duan Lingtian, thank you for your improvisation."
At this time, when Zhen Pingfan sent a message to Duan Lingtian, his tone was full of excitement, "If it were me, it would be difficult to achieve this level."
Just now, Wan Qijue's final hesitation made Zhen Pingfan feel that if he was just provocative, Wan Qijue might not really dare to gamble with his high-grade half-soul artifact.
However, Duan Lingtian's series of performances and his on-the-spot acting skills undoubtedly made Wan Qijue conclude that Duan Lingtian could not be the opponent of his great-great-grandson Wan Qihong.
It’s also that Zhen Pingfan has never been to the Earth in the Yanhuang plane of the secular plane and come into contact with the culture there. Otherwise, he would definitely feel that Duan Lingtian is a movie-level actor now!
"Elder Zhen, don't be too happy too early."
Although Duan Lingtian was happy, he did not lose his mind. "I don't know if Wan Qihong has any hidden methods... If not, it won't be difficult for me to defeat him."
"But if there is, it's not easy to defeat him."
Duan Lingtian said.
Now, Duan Lingtian has a certain understanding of the gap between the divine power of the upper-level God-Emperor and that of the middle-level God-Emperor, and he also knows that it is not that simple to close the gap.
The most important thing is:
The level of understanding of the law that Wan Qihong is good at is not weaker than the space law that he is good at.
Wan Qihong, the greatest contemporary genius of the Wanqi family, is not in vain!
"Just try your best... Even if it doesn't work, it will end in a draw. We can't give them an advantage."
Zhen Pingfan said.
After a while, under the greeting of Wei Chundao, the master of the Seven Kills Valley, the onlookers retreated to a distance, leaving only him and Duan Lingtian. Duan Lingtian and Wan Qihong also jumped into the air at the right time and faced off in the air.
A strong smell of gunpowder spread out.
The war is about to break out!
At almost the same time, Zhen Pingfan, the ancestor of the Yunfeng lineage who was far away on Chunyang Sect's Yunfeng Island, was stunned for a while after learning from his son Zhen Pingfan's summons about the bet that Duan Lingtian had taken out.
After a moment, he couldn't help but murmured: "Then Wan Qijue, are you crazy?"
"Bet your half-soul high-grade artifact on a hundred ultimate king-level divine elixirs?"
"He won't default on his debt, right?"
"No...I have to go there myself!"
"When they return from the Seven Kills Valley, Wan Qi Jue may shamelessly take action to take back his high-grade half-soul artifact."
The moment he finished speaking, Zhen Yunfeng took out a God-Emperor-level spaceship without any hesitation, and left Chunyang Sect as quickly as possible, heading for the Seven Kills Valley.