After the food was served, everyone became hungry eaters.
Even a Nascent Soul cultivator like Zhang Fei was immersed in it.
Well-fed and well-drinking!
Under the leadership of Guzhongming, everyone went straight to the training ground.
“This time, we from the Dongli Sect have added some bonuses to liven up the fun for everyone.
Among the younger generation at the Foundation Establishment Stage and Golden Core Stage, anyone who can come in first will be given a storage ring.
The rest of the people, as long as they participate in the war, will receive 500,000 spirit stones each.
For each victory in a cross-border battle, one will receive one million spirit stones.
Infinite stacking!" Zhongbao Ming chuckled.
In an instant, the whole audience was boiling.
"A storage ring! A storage ring worth tens of millions of spirit stones! Oh my god!"
Even Zhang Fei was a little excited.
After all, he still doesn't have a ring.
"Disciples, you guys should work hard and make a storage ring for your master to play with." Zhang Fei stretched out his hand and patted Lin Huaian and Zhou Meng on the shoulders.
"Master? Why don't you go back to sleep for a while?" Zhou Meng rolled his eyes.
He is only at the sixth level of the Golden Core realm now.
Those who can come here are either the saints of the sect or the direct disciples of the Nascent Soul cultivators.
Which one of them is not gifted?
Those from the ninth-level sect can still give it a fight.
To put it bluntly, those people from the eighth-level sects were all born with a silver spoon in their mouths.
Fight!
After decades of working outside, he still understands this principle.
"You're useless! Now that you have a top-grade magic weapon in your hand, can you be more confident?" Zhang Fei slapped Zhou Meng on the forehead.
Then, he patted Lin Huaian's shoulder heavily: "Huaian, you are now at the ninth level of foundation building.
There shouldn't be any problem in achieving the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment.
Don't let Qin Feng down."
"Let's give it a try." Lin Huaian was eager to try.
Now that he has a top-grade magic weapon in his hand, he has the confidence to fight even the Holy Son of an eighth-level sect.
"Brother Bi, what about our Nascent Soul cultivators?" someone shouted.
After all, Ming smiled and said, “Let’s not join in the fun.
The main purpose is to give the younger generation a chance.”
joke!
If the Nascent Soul cultivator is killed, how can he go out to attack other sects?
"Alright, let's get started! Don't worry about getting hurt, we in the Dongli Sect have plenty of elixirs.
Moreover, there are Nascent Soul cultivators to help everyone heal their wounds." Ming shouted.
Hearing the sound, Qin Feng frowned.
After all, there is something wrong with these Ming guys.
According to what Ming just said, it would be absolutely easy to give away hundreds of millions of spirit stones.
What are these guys trying to do?
"Brother Bi, please tell us the rules quickly." Someone couldn't wait any longer.
Ming laughed and said, "Then let's defend the ring.
For defending the ring, the rewards will be calculated separately.
If you win the second game in a row, you will be rewarded 500,000 yuan, and an additional 500,000 yuan will be given for each subsequent win.
Until failure.
If you succeed five times in a row, you will receive an additional reward of five million spirit stones. This amount can be accumulated!
Hearing the sound, the crowd around became excited again.
Qin Feng frowned.
This way, it will cost hundreds of millions more spirit stones.
There are dozens of sects, and all the young generations together have five or six hundred people.
This is not a small amount.
After all, what do Ming and his group of people want to do?
All evil deeds must have a purpose.
It's impossible to give away so many spirit stones for free.
Absolutely not.
This group of evil spirits are selecting geniuses.
What's the point of them picking geniuses?
Qin Feng stared.
Suddenly, Qin Feng took a step forward and stood on the stage.
He thought of it.
After all, Ming and the others are definitely choosing someone to take over Taisheng and the others' bodies.
We can't let them succeed.
Once Taisheng and the others successfully take over the body and completely integrate into the sect, there will be big problems.
"Qin Feng, what are you doing!"
Bandit Zhang became furious.
Didn’t we agree not to take action?
Qin Feng goes up and reaches the foundation-building stage. Who can beat him?
One slap each!
That scene is simply too scary to watch.
Will Guan Zijie and the others let go of such a monster like Qin Feng?
"Making money!" Qin Feng laughed.
"You made a shitty profit!" Zhang Fei roared.
In one hour, he could easily refine five top-grade magic weapons.
Make tens of millions easily.
Are you still short of these three little things?
"Hahaha! Zhang Fei, your Yun Sect is so awesome that you dare to come on stage at the first level of foundation building." Tang Qun sneered.
at the same time!
People from other sects also started laughing.
"A lowly ninth-level sect dares to show off. They must have been kicked in the head by a donkey!"
"I think they've gone crazy because of poverty! How could they, a rubbish ninth-level sect, have ever seen so many spirit stones?"
There was constant laughter.
"Master, what should we do?" Someone beside Ming asked anxiously.
Qin Feng is dead, and Taisheng will hold them accountable. They will suffer a lot if they don't die.
"This guy, has he gone crazy because of poverty?" Ming also frowned.
Liu Jing took a step forward, frowning.
"Zhang Fei, what are you doing? Qin Feng is only at the first level of foundation building. What if he gets beaten to death?"
As a good friend of Zhou Cangyun, he really didn't want to see Qin Feng get into trouble.
On the Foundation Establishment Realm side, there are two to three hundred people who have reached the great perfection of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Moreover, he is a monster from an eighth-level sect.
If he wants magic, he has the magic; if he wants talent, he has the talent; if he wants magic weapon, he has the magic weapon.
The difference in their realms is not that big. Qin Feng would probably die with just one slap!
"Mr. Liu, I don't want to either." Fei Zhang smiled bitterly.
"Long Xiaohai, it seems your brother-in-law is not very smart." The young girl next to Lan Yun chuckled with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth.
Lan Yun frowned.
He turned around, grabbed Long Xiaohai and threw him onto the ring.
"Knock him down." Lan Yun said.
After Qin Feng died, he lost all contact with Yipinlou.
He also wanted to rely on Qin Feng to connect their Jiuyang Sect and Yipintang.
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