Nine Heavens Ancestor

Chapter 321 One billion, press yourself (2)
The fighting arena of the Wei family is even larger than that of the Shi family.

But the layout is basically the same, and each realm corresponds to a fighting arena.

Today is the last day of the month. There are a lot of spirit stones accumulated in the prize pools of each arena. If you want to win the spar, then today is the day. If the spirit stones are not won today, then the spirit stones will belong to the Wei family.

Gu Yifeng was brought by the disciples of the Wei family into the formation for professional testing of cultivation.

After passing the test, his cultivation base is in the False God Quadruple Soul Pill Realm.

He was taken to the False God Fourth Realm monks' waiting area.

"Master, you wait patiently. If you want to fight in advance, you need to pay a certain amount of spirit stones."

Gu Yifeng asked: "How many people are there in front of me?"

"There are about three hundred more."

"Three hundred?"

Gu Yifeng was stunned. After this fight, it might be his turn. Several days have passed.

"How many spirit stones should I pay before it's my next turn?"

The disciple of the Wei family said with a smile: "Joining a team, how much is the registration fee, that's the amount. A team needs 3000 spirit stones, and 3000 people, that is, [-] million spirit stones, take out [-] million spirit stones in the prize pool, you You can play next."

Gu Yifeng asked: "Can you press yourself to win?"

"Yes, if you have confidence in yourself, you can press yourself."

"Tell me about the rules of betting."

"Ok."

The disciples of the Wei family began to tell Gu Yifeng the rules of betting.

After learning the explanation, Gu Yifeng also learned some rules of betting.

Anyone can bet, and it is not limited to one ring, as long as they have money, all rings in the fighting arena can bet.

There is no upper limit on the amount of betting. If you lose, the spirit stone will be included in the prize pool. If you win, you will take out the corresponding odds from the prize pool as a reward.

Every bet must be placed before the duel begins.

Once the fight starts, stop betting.

The rules are simple and easy to understand.

Gu Yifeng asked: "How many spirit stones are there in the prize pool in the False God Quadruple Realm?"

The disciple of the Wei family said: "The prize pool has accumulated for a month, and the number of spirit stones has exceeded one billion."

Gu Yifeng nodded slightly, and immediately took out a bag of spiritual stones, and said flatly: "There are one billion spiritual stones in it, and after deducting the 3000 million spiritual stones for jumping in the queue, the rest is all up to me."

He threw the spirit stone bag over.

"Ten, billion?"

The disciple of the Wei family suddenly changed his face. The small bag of spiritual stones weighed a thousand gold in his hands, and he almost lost his grip and fell to the ground.

"Master, this... just wait a moment, I will notify the steward."

One billion spiritual stones, this is a huge fortune, and the little Wei family disciples can't make decisions at all.

He took the Lingshi bag and left quickly.

On the side of the fighting arena, in a room.

Several experts from the Wei family gathered and were discussing something.

"Elder, elder..."

A disciple of the Wei family hurried over.

A middle-aged man in a yellow robe asked coldly, "What are you doing in a hurry?"

The disciple of the Wei family knelt on the ground, handed over the bag of spiritual stones, and reported: "Return to the elder, a monk from the fourth level of the False God came outside. He spent 3000 million spiritual stones to jump into the ring and took out 7000 million Press yourself to win, this is his spirit stone."

"what?"

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe also changed his face.

He also heard about what happened in the Shi family's fighting arena last night. He knew that there was a genius in the Shi family. His cultivation was at the fourth level of the False God, but he could fight against the monks of the fifth level of the False God.

Last night, a disciple from the Hui family reported that Ye Feng had returned to the Wei family's fighting arena, and he consulted with the patriarch early in the morning to discuss countermeasures.

This is not being discussed, and the disciples of the Wei family brought this news.

Without even thinking about it, he knew that this cultivator at the fourth level of False God was Ye Feng, a disciple of Bixian Island.

The hero of the Wei family, Wei Yingxiong, was also present.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe fixed his gaze on Wei Yingxiong and asked, "Young master, what should we do now, Ye Feng is very strong, and last night in the Shi family fighting arena, in the arena of the False God Four, he fought fiercely with hundreds of people at the same time He has won, and he has also won dozens of consecutive victories in the False God's five-fold arena."

"Ye Feng?"

There was a touch of doubt in Wei Yingxiong's expression.

"I just went to Shi's house this morning. I met Ye Feng and wounded him. Even with the holy medicine for healing, it will take some time to recover. It is impossible for him to recover from his injuries in such a short period of time."

Wei Yingxiong felt that this person could not be Ye Feng.

Because he was very confident in his own strength, this punch was enough to seriously injure Ye Feng.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe asked, "What does that man look like?"

The disciple of the Wei family replied: "He is wearing a black robe, about 1.8 meters tall, with a silver mask on his face."

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe looked at Wei Yingxiong.

Although he is the steward of the fighting arena, it is related to a billion spirit stones.

If he is won away, the Patriarch will blame him, he can't bear it, now he handed over the decision to Wei Yingxiong.

Wei Yingxiong thought for a while, and said: "I have already come to you, how can I refuse? If you don't take this bet, the reputation of the Wei family's fighting field will plummet. I don't believe in sending dead soldiers to fight with him. At the fourth level of the False God Realm, he can still defy the sky."

"Yes."

After obtaining the permission, the disciples of the Wei family approached Gu Yifeng again.

Gu Yifeng waited for a while, and the disciples of the Wei family turned back.

"Grandpa, prepare yourself, I will let you play later."

Gu Yifeng nodded slightly.

At this moment, the battle in the False God [-]th Lv. Realm ring was over. Both of them were severely injured and lost their combat effectiveness, and were carried off the ring by the disciples of the Wei family.

"Father, it's your turn."

Gu Yifeng nodded, and under the leadership of the disciples of the Wei family, he walked slowly onto the ring.

Spectator seat.

The manager of the Wei family's fighting field, Wei Yingxiong and other high-level members of the Wei family gathered together. Their eyes were all on the False God quadruple arena, looking at Gu Yifeng in black robe and silver mask.

"he……"

Wei Yingxiong had a dignified look on his face.

He has seen Gu Yifeng before, even if Gu Yifeng is wearing a mask now, he can still recognize him.

Taking a deep breath, he said: "Sure enough, it's Ye Feng, who is seriously injured, and dares to come to our Wei family's fighting arena. He really doesn't know how to live or die. Send the most powerful dead fighters to play, and he must defeat Gu Yifeng."

A dead warrior is a well-trained fighter in the fighting arena.

There are dead warriors in every realm, the purpose is to check and balance some powerful monks, and ensure that the fighting arena is profitable every month.

Gu Yifeng scanned the spectator seats, saw Wei Yingxiong in the VIP spectator seats in the distance, and grinned at him.

"Humph."

Wei Yingxiong snorted coldly.

At this moment, a burly and strong man wearing a thin vest stepped onto the False God quadruple arena.

"Wei's slain has appeared."

"What's going on? The Wei family sent dead men just after the man wearing the silver mask came on stage. According to the previous management, the Wei family would not send out dead men if the monks who participated in the arena hadn't won more than ten consecutive victories. Why did you send out the dead today?"

Many monks in the spectator seats were puzzled.

(End of this chapter)