Douluo Jueshi: Obtain Sharingan at the beginning!

"Of course, you said bet, right?"

Ning Tian responded, he was very confident about Wu Feng, and as the young master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Sect, he was not short of money.

"Although I usually don't like gambling, I am willing to play with you."

Han Yu secretly laughed in his heart. In fact, he didn't like gambling. Why?

Because in his previous life, he was just an ordinary person running around for life, and he was not qualified to participate in this kind of entertainment.

And he is not willing to leave his fate to the so-called luck.

But knowing the answer, he didn't mind taking the gamble this time.

"Small gambling makes you happy, but big gambling hurts your health. How about two thousand gold soul coins?"

After Han Yu thought for a moment, he said a bet that he thought was huge.

She looked at Ning Tian slightly worriedly. If she didn't accept it, the money would be gone.

"Okay, then two thousand gold soul coins."

Ning Tian said without blinking.

When Han Yu heard this, his expression changed.

I secretly yelled that it was bad, I should have lost it, I still didn’t understand the gold content of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.

In the six years since I came to Douluo Continent, the most gold soul coins I have are the two thousand given by Beibei.

As for the Noumenon Sect?

The poison did not kill the teacher, and he was fed a lot of nutritious food, but not even one of Jin Huanghuang's golden soul coins was given to him.

As a result, he, the dignified young master of the Noumenon Sect, helps people hunt for souls and makes bets with others every day for money.

In the previous life, I wasted my life for money, but I still can't escape in this life?

"Hello? What are you doing?"

Ning Tian stretched out his white arm and waved it gently in front of Han Yu.

"Ah? It's okay. I was lost in thought just now. Just two thousand gold soul coins."

Han Yu's eyes were indifferent and he turned to look at Wu Feng who was getting ready to attack.

Wu Feng took a deep breath. The students around her were looking at her, which made her feel tremendous pressure.

"Ah, bend it for me."

Wu Feng exerted great force, and the veins on his hands began to grow hideously.

The surrounding students held their breaths, clenched their fists, and silently cheered for Wu Feng.

"Huhu. Huh."

It was so hard that he couldn't break it anymore. Wu Feng, who had already used all his strength, turned red.

"come on! Come on"

I don't know who shouted, and then the students echoed.

"Look, she definitely can't break it off."

Han Yu whispered to Ning Tian.

When Ning Tian saw this, he couldn't help but shout: "Feng sister, come on, you can do it."

The inspired Wu Feng was shaken, and two yellow soul rings rose from her feet.

"I can't let the young master down, she is watching me." Wu Feng looked excited, and his second soul ring lit up directly.

"The second soul skill, Dragon's Wrath!"

In the dragon's wrath state, her power increased instantly.

"Open it for me"

"Wu Feng has used his soul skill. He will definitely be able to bend this time. Come on, Wu Feng!" A fat student encouraged him. Looking at his expression, he seemed to admire Wu Feng.

Karma!

A gritty voice sounded, and the originally motionless White Tiger Stick began to bend slightly under the huge power of Wu Feng.

However, it stopped there. No matter how hard Wu Feng tried, the White Tiger Stick would not move at all.

"What should I do? It's reached its limit. Just maintaining this arc requires a lot of energy on my part, let alone bending it."

Wu Feng breathed heavily and saw Ning Tian with an encouraging face out of the corner of his eye.

"No, I can't let the young master down, I can do it, ah"

Wu Feng gritted her teeth, and the veins on her arms burst out. Sweat slowly dripped from her forehead, soaking into her tight leather jacket.

The male students who were watching couldn't help but swallowed, and stared at the exquisite curves without blinking.

Wu Feng's legs sank again, and his hands trembled violently, as if he was about to break through the limit.

In the expectant eyes of everyone.

"puff!"

In this quiet training room, a sound suddenly sounded, like the sudden thunder on a sultry summer day, which made people unable to help but cover their ears.

The onlookers had strange expressions on their faces and took a few steps back. The originally crowded space became much emptier in an instant.

The fat student just retreated and couldn't help shouting: "Who released it? Is it poisoned here?"

"If someone is poisoned, this matter will never be over."

Of course, this was mostly a joke, and since everyone was gathered together just now, it was hard to tell who the murderer was.

"Why are you shouting so loudly? Maybe it was you who set it off."

A male student wearing glasses held up his glasses, as if he had discovered the murderer, and couldn't help but jump out and point at the fat student and said.

"What did you say? I think you are the one who farted. No one else said anything, but you danced the hardest. Admit it, it's you."

The fat student crossed his arms and raised his head slightly, looking like he was seeing everything through.

"It's not me. Hey, believe me. It's really not me."

Seeing the nearby students distance themselves from him, the student with glasses waved his hands in an attempt to regain the trust of others and prove his innocence.

However, sometimes the person who wronged you knows better than you how wronged you are.

Han Yu took a few steps back slightly and glanced at Wu Feng in the field with a strange expression. Unexpectedly, he had gained an admirer just after school started. As expected, the fat man was the most precocious one.

Tsk tsk, what's this? I asked you to break it hard, but I didn't ask you to release it hard.

Hearing the accusations from the people around him, Wu Feng's already red cheeks became even more rosy, like a monkey's butt.

"I can't bend it, Teacher Mu."

Wu Feng lost his strength, let go of the White Tiger Stick in his hand, and sat down on the ground.

Mu Jin, who was closest, knew the situation, but did not come out to explain. After all, it would not be good for Wu Feng's image if this matter was told out.

He smiled slightly and said, "It's normal that you can't bend it. This is the fourth level of strength, which can only be bent by the Soul Sect. You press the top button to adjust it to the third level, which should be the most suitable stage for you at present."

"I see, I was wondering why Wu Feng couldn't bend it, it turned out to be the most difficult." The fat student murmured.

Mu Jin was not surprised that he couldn't bend it. For Wu Feng who could shake the White Tiger Stick, a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes. The dragon spirit was indeed extraordinary.

If it were an ordinary beast spirit master, it would be good to be able to bend the second level.

"Ah?"

Wu Feng's eyes widened. It turned out that it was the fourth level that only Soul Sect could move. It seemed that it was not that I couldn't do it, but that the difficulty was too high. Moreover, I also shook the White Tiger Stick that only Soul Sect could move a little.

The young master should praise me, thinking of this, Wu Feng looked in the direction of Ning Tian with expectation.

Then his face froze.

She found that Ning Tian didn't continue to pay attention to him at all, but was talking and laughing with Han Yu beside him.

"Did you know that this was the highest level of difficulty a long time ago? No wonder you are so confident." Ning Tian looked at Han Yu with a calm face and couldn't help saying.

Han Yu, who was exposed, was not panicked at all, and nodded calmly: "Yes, could it be that Young Sect Master Ning Tian intends to use this as an excuse to shirk his debt?"

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