"No! Who is he?"
"You're so young, and you already have a storage bag? I'm afraid you're some elder's direct disciple."
In an instant, the atmosphere was ignited.
Storage bag!
For countless people in the sect, it is an existence that is longed for but cannot be obtained.
Generally, only veteran foundation-building monks have it.
For example, someone like Fan Tianyong.
Countless people's pupils trembled violently, staring at Qin Feng intently.
Qin Feng sneered: "Fifty thousand spirit stones, bet on Qin Feng."
"Ah? Fifty thousand!"
"No, why is he so rich?"
Shock again!
Countless people's eyes looked abnormal.
Not only do they have a storage bag, but the price is still 50,000. How can poor people like them who can only afford a few hundred spirit stones survive?
In an instant, countless eyes, gushing with envy, jealousy and hatred, drowned Qin Feng.
Wei Qingshu really enjoyed this look.
He coughed lightly and put his arm around Qin Feng's shoulders.
"Everyone, let me introduce my master..."
Wei Qingshu suddenly stopped talking halfway through.
Because he thought of something!
That is, Qin Feng is very likely his uncle.
He silently let go of her hand.
What if it really happens.
The more arrogant he is now, the more severely he will be beaten in the future.
Qin Feng stretched out his hand, and the spiritual light in his body surged and sank into the storage bag.
A pile of spirit stones were thrown down.
Fifty thousand spirit stones!
Like a pile of hills, it appeared in front of everyone.
Shining white and bright!
In an instant, countless people became crazy.
"Fifty thousand! That's fifty thousand!"
"I almost died outside the sect in one year, and I only earned a thousand spirit stones! Ah!"
There were cultivators who were in the foundation-building stage, screaming madly.
"And the storage bag, take it as collateral." Wei Qingshu shouted.
"No, senior brother, this belongs to my uncle." Qin Feng quickly stuffed the storage bag into his arms.
"Who do you want to bet on?" Ye Hongwen waved his hand, and someone next to him immediately started counting.
Qin Feng said rather embarrassedly: "Qin Feng!"
It's awkward to say my own name.
The pen in Ye Hongwen's hand suddenly trembled.
"who???"
Fifty thousand spirit stones!
Odds of 1 to 28.
That is 1.4 million spirit stones.
It's so scary.
Where did this gambler come from? Why is he so scary?
Where did Wei Qingshu, that bastard, find that person?
"Qin Feng!" Qin Feng said again.
Ye Hongwen's hands trembled again.
He took a deep breath, turned slightly, and whispered softly in the ear of a young man: "Go and report to the uncle."
The amount involved was too huge, so he didn't dare to make a decision on his own.
Although they made money, 1.4 million spirit stones was still an exaggeration.
"Wait a moment, the bet amount is too large, I need to ask my uncle." Ye Hongwen explained to Qin Feng and said no more.
soon!
A middle-aged man strode over.
He came to Ye Hongwen and slapped him in the face.
"Hasn't the matter been instructed long ago? If someone comes to give you money, just take it. Fifty thousand spirit stones is no small amount.
If he acts stupidly, you will act stupidly too.
If you can't even do such a small thing, what use are you?"
The middle-aged man was very angry.
They had already found out everything over the past three months.
Who has the hope of getting first place?
Except for those few people whose odds change with the bet amount, the rest of them use high odds to attract gamblers to pay money.
Otherwise, they would have lost a lot of money long ago.
"But uncle, if he wins, we will have to pay 1.4 million!" Ye Hongwen smiled bitterly.
"Are you stupid? This guy named Qin Feng is just a useless piece of shit at the sixth level of Qi Refining. Do you think he has a chance of getting first place?
"Ye Hongwen, what's wrong with your brain?" the middle-aged man cursed.
Then he put away the spirit stone, picked up the pen, and looked at Qin Feng.
"What's your name, kid?"
Qin Feng became even more embarrassed. He touched his nose and said slowly, "Qin Feng."
The moment the name was called, the noisy crowd fell silent.
All eyes were once again focused on Qin Feng.
Almost everyone had their mouths wide open, looking shocked.
"Bet yourself?"
"Or fifty thousand spirit stones?"
"Is this fucking crazy?"
After a moment of silence, there was a deafening roar.
The screams of terror, like a huge wave, spread rapidly in all directions.
"What? Someone bet 50,000 spirit stones on me?"
"Who is so rich? Who is it? Stand out and let me rob you."
"Qin Feng? Which Qin Feng? I've never heard of him!"
"Sixth level of Qi Refining? Ha! Is he really crazy?"
After hearing the news, countless people rushed towards Qin Feng frantically.
"Are you sure?" Ye Hongwen's uncle, Zhuang Yun, was also shocked at this time.
He looked at Qin Feng, sizing him up and down, his eyes gleaming with disbelief.
Feeling more and more eyes on him, Qin Feng felt even more embarrassed.
"Sure! Please hurry up." Qin Feng said.
He understands that the first bird to stick its head out gets shot.
What if I get beaten up when the trial starts tomorrow?
By then, it will be difficult to deal with.
He couldn't possibly let Wang San's 50,000 spirit stones go to waste.
Soon, Qin Feng got the receipt.
Qin Feng squeezed out of the crowd, ran away, returned to the courtyard, and started practicing sword.
And down the mountain, a storm is brewing!
The two words Qin Feng appeared in everyone's ears.
"He's only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, a clown."
"I'm afraid it's Wang San's illegitimate child."
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