Chapter 1115

After a 20 minute break, Lu Changlao seemed to have regained his original spirit and announced in a loud voice: "the final of the Xuanji group guwu Dabi is now starting. Please welcome the two finalists to come to the stage."

In the applause and the cheers of the crowd, Luo Feng and Jiang Yixue return to the arena, but most of the applause and cheers are for Luo Feng.

Luo Feng experienced several desperate battles before he stood on the arena of the final. He was the most impressive and popular person to win the championship.

Jiang Yixue only entered the final by drawing lots. Many people thought she was just lucky and didn't think she could win the championship.

Luo Feng changed his suit and took off his blue soft armor. Instead, he dressed up as an ancient barbarian warrior, dressed in leopard skin shorts and bare upper body. A shining bronze heart guard was pulled obliquely on his shoulder, revealing his strong muscles.

Many of the female disciples of the Yihua palace screamed and chattered incessantly: "chest muscles are so big."

"So handsome."

"Why is he wearing so little? It's shameless. But can I get closer to him?"

Li Rouge reminded these female disciples with displeasure: "pay attention to the image. He is our opponent now. Be more restrained. Don't be like a maniac. He hasn't seen a man."

"Yes, I have. I haven't seen anything so handsome."

"Although he is our opponent, it does not affect my appreciation of handsome men."

Seeing that Luo Feng changed her dress, Yue Zhuoqun looked contemptuous and said with pity: "I didn't expect that it was the two of them who entered the final of Xuanji group. Handsome men and beautiful women didn't come to participate in the competition, like they came to the show."

It's not hard to hear that Yue Zhuoqun's voice was tinged with jealousy. Taoist priest Chongxu also showed a disdainful look: "where is this ancient warrior? It's just a clown. It's ridiculous."

Zen master Zhikong said, "Amitabha, the world is declining, and people's hearts are not old."

Du Zhong raised his eyebrows: "who stipulates that you can't change more clothes in the competition? What about the modern youth's pursuit of fashion? Although we are ancient warriors, the times have changed, and the cultivation should be more and more sophisticated. However, we should keep up with the pace of the times, do not lag behind and always be young."

Ye Feng said with a faint smile: "brother Du, you are very good. I support you, but he can't win the championship even if he changes 100 sets of clothes. What do you think of him?"

Du Zhong didn't expect to compete with Ye Feng. Although he had a deep friendship, the competition was still a competition. He said with a wry smile: "well, it's not sure that the winner is decided by the people in the arena, not us."

Mr. Mo Da laughed and said nothing. He did not participate in the argument. He only said, "if that girl can win, I'll bet a tianlingdan. Who would like to gamble with me?"

He did not speak at ordinary times. When he spoke, he was shocked by the ghosts and spirits. Yue Zhuoqun looked at each other and was a little uncertain. A look of pity flashed in Yue Zhuoqun's eyes and asked Ye Feng, "master ye, do you want to bet?"

Ye Feng thumbs up: "Mr. Mo DA has a vision, I calculate a share, also bet my girlfriend to win."

Yue Zhuoqun was a little excited and pointed to Ye Feng with his fingers trembling: "OK, two tianlingdan, that is to say, if I bet your girlfriend loses, when your girlfriend really loses, I can get two tianlingdan?"

"Lord Yue, you are good at math. You are right."

"I bet."

Chong Xu Taoist priest had no expression, but he was a little short of breath. After a silence, he said, "I also bet your girlfriend loses."

"Amitabha, poor monk, poor monk..."

Zen master Zhikong's eyes were fixed on the challenge arena, and he seemed unable to make up his mind.

"Don't be a mother-in-law. If you don't bet, you'll shut up."

"I bet, two tianlingdan, ha ha, I also bet on your girlfriend..."

Ye Feng sneered: "old monk, can you behave a little bit, my girlfriend doesn't lend it out, besides, you are too bold to rob my girlfriend?"

"Amitabha, sin. I'm a monk. I can't rob your girlfriend. I mean, I'll bet on your girlfriend."

Ye Feng showed a evil smile: "you can think well, who lost will take a tianlingdan out."

Chongxu Taoist priest took a look at Duzhong: "brother Du, do you want to participate?"

Du Zhong shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "I don't bet. I don't have tianlingdan. You can play."

Ye Feng counted his fingers, his eyes were shining, and he cracked his mouth and laughed: "one, two, three, four, if my girlfriend wins, I can get three tianlingdan, plus one dixuandan of Xuanji group champion and one tianlingdan of prefecture level group champion. I can get four tianlingdan and one Diling pill. This time, we have a lot of harvest in guwu big competition Ha ha. "

Looking at Ye Feng's triumphant appearance, Chong Xu Taoist priest's lungs were about to explode. He sneered: "master ye can really dream. Listening to your tone, it seems that you have won the champion of ancient martial arts competition in Xuanji group and prefecture level group?"

"Yes, don't you agree? But if you don't agree, there's no way. You should speak according to your strength. "Yue Zhuoqun's eyes turned and he laughed: "Taoist Chong Xu, don't argue with him. We're talking about gambling tianlingdan. Mr. Mo DA has a great family and a great career. There are countless miraculous herbs in fangcunshan. If you lose, you will surely have no problem with tianlingdan. Lord Ye, do you have a tianlingdan? "

Ye Feng does not have tianlingdan on his body now. He patted his chest: "you are really mean. What are you afraid of? I even have one pill. I'm afraid I still rely on you tianlingdan."

Yue Zhuoqun, Taoist priest Chongxu and Zen master Zhikong looked at each other and thought that Ye Feng's words were true. He could give the one pill to Duzhong, and tianlingdan should also be. They stopped talking and began to make their own calculations.

Just as the gambling on the rostrum was in full swing, the contest on the arena had already begun.

Luo Feng looks at Jiang Yixue and can't help but marvel. It's a great honor to compete with such a beautiful woman.

He has seen Jiang Yixue's competition just now, but he is not in the mood to appreciate the beauty in the competition. Now he looks at Jiang Yixue from such a close distance, and he can see clearly that he feels totally different.

Jiang Yixue is still that set of purple tight sportswear. The soft cloth outlines her graceful posture. Her full chest line and round hip circumference are the most exciting. Her eyes are shining like stars, and her lovely red lips are like red cherry peach.

See Luo Feng stupidly looking at the rest, Jiang Yi snow is also interested in looking at him, appreciating his body of Qiu knot muscles: "handsome boy, you wear so little, you want to seduce me?"

Luo Feng looked natural: "beautiful girl, I misunderstood. I want to convey a message to you, that is, my identity. I'm playing as an ancient warrior. I don't think I respect you. Please don't misunderstand me."