"Interesting, really interesting!"

Just behind Li Guanghai and Wang Chun, there was no one around, but a female voice was laughing: "I'm going to make a decision on this Zhang Xin!"

Listening to the sound with a slight hysterical smell, Li Guanghai responded calmly, but Wang Chun felt a numbness in his scalp.

Opposite Zhang Xin, Gong Jing and many of the disciples in the hunting group under his command were pale and dazed. They never thought that this bet would end like this.

Especially Gong Pei, his expression was extremely difficult to see at this moment. The young master Jing was also surprised and looked at Zhang Xin incredibly.

Zhang Xin ignored it and walked straight to the referee to salute: "Sir! I won this bet battle."

The referee also looked incredible and looked at Zhang Xin calmly. After a long time, he shook his head and said loudly: "Today's gambling battle is won by Zhang Xin, a disciple who entered the exam!"

Li Guanghai, who was far away, didn't care about the expressions of the invigilators in Zangling Village, waved his hand directly and signaled a spirit master next to him to deliver the Qingfeng Ling to Zhang Xin's hand.

After Zhang Xin took the item, a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he carefully put it into his clothes. With this thing in hand, many of his plans could be greatly advanced.

"Thank you all!"

After saluting the many spiritual masters present again, Zhang Xin was about to leave. But as soon as he turned around, he heard a cold and cold man's voice: "Save me a step!"

Zhang Xin heard the voice, it was the young master Jing. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and looked back: "Junior Brother Gong? I wonder what else to give me?"

Gong Jing's brows immediately frowned even tighter. This was the first time he had met someone who called his junior brother in a big way, but Zhang Xin was one year older than him, so it was not wrong to shout like this.

He barely suppressed the disgusting feeling in his chest. Gong Jing's eyes looked like a blade, looking at Zhang Xin. But the latter did not give in at all. The two people's eyes collided, and sparks seemed to burst out.

After a moment, Zhang Xincai smiled disdainfully again: "By the way, when will we stare at such a big eye? If there is anything, hurry up, the mad knife feels impatient."

When Gong Jing heard this, the coldness in his eyes suddenly became stronger. With a casual brush, a long blue sword flew up from behind him and fell three feet in front of Zhang Xin.

"This is the third-level spiritual sword with light. With this as a bet, I will bet with you to fight for the Lingju!"

When Gong Jing said this, there was an uproar around the public notice pavilion, and then everyone's expressions became excited again.

Gong Jing was the second-guess in the martial arts examination of Zangling Mountain Upper Court. She had a strong spiritual cultivation, and she was overwhelming with tens of thousands of disciples entering the examination in Qianye Gorge! And that Zhang Xin was also a powerful man who could defeat Gong Yi with one sword, and his strength was unfathomable. The battle between these two people was indeed exciting.

But Gong Pei frowned and looked disapproving. Gong Yi was defeated too quickly just now, and even he and Young Master Jing could not see through the reality of this person.

At this time, Mr. Jing couldn't wait to raise a challenge, which was undoubtedly extremely unwise.

But he knew Gong Jing's nature and temperament. Once he decided on something, he would never change his mind, and he would not be questioned before public.

Zhang Xin didn't even look at the sword, and his tone was not caring: "Are you gambling war? I'm not interested! If my junior brother has nothing to do, then please let me, Zhang, say goodbye! I'm busy with my personal affairs and stay for free, so I won't accompany my junior brother here."

"Are you not interested or dare not?"

Gong Jing's lips were cold and her eyes were sarcastic: "Is it worrying about failure?"

"It's nothing if you lose, right? It's just a matter of changing to your Lingju with Gong Jing. It's not embarrassing to lose in your Gong Jing's hands."

Zhang Xin laughed for a while, then slapped the scabbard: "What's more, under my crazy sword, there is no enemy of ten combinations! Even if you, Junior Brother Gong, is no exception!"

When this sentence was expressed, everyone present was silent, and no one felt that Zhang Xin was arrogant.

Since this person defeated Gong Yi with one sword, everyone's perception of Zhang Xin has changed drastically. Even if Gong Yi underestimated the enemy in this battle, Zhang Xin's powerful combat power is beyond doubt!

At this time, Zhang Xin paused and said proudly: "But why should I take over your challenge from Gong Jing? This third-level spiritual sword is far from enough!"

Gong Jing did not hesitate, and raised her hand and threw another pill bottle in front of Zhang Xin: "Do you want to increase the bet? These are thirty spirit-quenching pills! If not enough, I still have it here."

Seeing this scene, Gong Pei next to him was even more helpless. He had no choice but to threaten Zhang Xin: "I advise you that it is better not to be greedy! You know the consequences of rejection."

"So if I don't respond to the battle, you still have to use those methods that cannot be used as a prestigious person, right?"

Zhang Xin smiled "hey" and laughed, then said in a daze: "Yes! You must give me a gift, how could Zhang Xin turn away from the crazy knife? Today I would like to ask all the invigilators to testify, and I will have another bet with this young master Heyu!"

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When the two brothers and sisters of Mo Ting and Mo Palace hurried to the public announcement pavilion, they found that there were more than 300 people gathered here. But the one standing in front of Zhang Xin was Gong Jing.

This made Mo Gong curious: "How could it be Gong Jing? Didn't it mean that Zhang Xin's opponent in this gambling battle was Gong Yi? Why was it replaced by this young master He Yu?"

"I've had a fight with Gong Yi!"

The three tall, rich and handsome brothers of the Zhou family took the lead. At this time, Zhou Gao was excited to explain to the two siblings: "Gong Yi was cut off by Zhang Xin, and then this young master Jing may feel unhappy and want to end up in person."

"really!"

Mo Gong was not surprised. Thinking about the spiritual sword technique that Zhang Xin showed when he helped them a few days ago. It would be strange that Gong Yi could beat the Crazy Sword.

"It's just a knife and a broken head! And it only took one move."

Zhou Fumeng nodded: "The people watching the game here were all scared at that time. There were still a few who directly dislocated their chins and could not believe it at all!"

He forgot at this moment. When Zhang Xin killed Wei Dan and others in front of this public announcement pavilion, his situation was not much better.

"Just one move?"

Mo Gong was only surprised at this time. After all, Gong Yi was the top twelve in Zangling Mountain, and even better than his cousin, how could he lose so quickly?

"It's just one move!" Zhou Shuai also said with a voice: "This junior brother Zhang is really a dead-headed mad demon!"

While listening to them, Mo Ting stared at Mo Gong with reproach. As a local snake, the Mo family was still behind others' speed of getting news. This was really inappropriate.

Mo Gong looked innocent and thought that this bet battle should have started at Si time. Fortunately, there was a bet battle between Zhang Xin and Gong Jing. He was extremely wise and transferred the topic to Zhang Xin and Gong Jing.

"So when will they start? What is the bet?"

"It's almost done! Gong Jing said that he was giving Zhang Xin a half moment to recover his physical energy and internal breath. Now one hundred breaths have passed. As for the bet, Zhang Xin only has one small stone residence, but Young Master Jing took out a third-level spiritual sword and thirty spirit tempering pills."
Chapter completed!