"I see... If you can't defeat my master, why are you taking it out on me..." A sneer appeared on Ning Fan's lips.

His eyes were like lightning, and he looked directly at Bai Feiteng, his aura suddenly rising.

The enemy of the master is your own enemy!

He patted the storage bag and did not take out the Dongming Bell, but it did release a trace of the Dongming Bell's magic weapon.

The best magic weapon, indeed the best magic weapon!

Nowadays, Ning Fan is not afraid of revealing the best magic weapon in the Yue Kingdom. There are really not many people who can seize the treasure from his hands. Moreover, he thinks to himself that with the reputation of Ning Heimao, few people dare to take action against him.

As soon as the aura of the best magic weapon appeared, Bai Feiteng showed a fiery look. He was secretly happy. What was so happy was that he accidentally guessed that Ning Fan was carrying the best magic weapon!

"If I want to bet with you, I will bet on this treasure. I will bet on you with my natal magic weapon, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner..."

Bai Feiteng patted his storage bag and took out a soul flag shrouded in black mist, which reached the upper-middle level.

This treasure is extraordinary, but compared to the best, it is not worth mentioning.

Ning Fan looked at Bai Feiteng mockingly and sneered, "Could it be that Bai Zun wants to use a high-grade and mid-grade magic weapon in exchange for my top-grade magic weapon? Don't you think it's shameless to trade a small one for a big one..."

"What! How dare you call me shameless!"

"Isn't it shameless for an elder in the middle stage of Jindan to make a bet with a junior in the late stage of Rongling? Isn't it shameless to bet a small amount on a big one? But don't worry, I will accept your challenge. I won't bet on you.

Soul Banner, you are only a top-grade or mid-level person, but I don't like it. The only thing I can like about you is the title of the Four Demon Lords... How about you, you are willing to take the position of 'White Lord' and bet against me!"

"What, this son wants my position as the White Lord!"

Bai Feiteng was stunned for a moment, but then he sneered.

He didn't think that he would lose to a junior in the middle stage of Golden Core. Although the gambling fight with Ning Fan had offended Ning Heimo, this gambling fight was a consistent tradition of the Ghost Bird Sect, and he followed the rules.

When it comes to doing things, even if Hei Mo is dissatisfied, he can't raise it.

"If you win, how about I give you the title of White Lord! However, if you lose...hehe, your best magic weapon will belong to me, but as compensation, I will also give you 10,000 immortal jade.

how..."

Ten thousand immortal jade could not buy a top-grade magic weapon, not even a top-grade hair, but Bai Feiteng's move could be regarded as showing some mercy to Ning Heimo.

"Okay, but I hope this gambling battle will be postponed for half a year."

"Half a year? Okay, I'll give you half a year!" Bai Feiteng agreed, fearing that Ning Fan would regret it.

Half a year was just a time for the old monster of the Rongling Golden Pill to shut up for a while. He didn't think that Ning Fan could accomplish much in half a year.

As for Ning Fan, the reason why he postponed the gambling battle for a hundred years was to further improve his strength and completely suppress Bai Feiteng with his true strength without using his trump cards.

To do this, he needs to stay in seclusion for a long time.

For this, he needs a lot of preparations.
Chapter completed!