Let you turn waste into treasure, but not make you the strongest sect

"The last sect, there is only one..."

"So, you little sects, you still don't want to think about it!"

"I didn't see that they have already begun to take the lead, and have cleaned up the other small sects to build the foundation realm!"

"It's unfortunate that Yu Xiaowan happened to be the target of their cleanup, and she also met Feng Qingyao..." After

listening to Feng Yuting's words, Su Xuan suddenly felt that the ten great sects were a little embarrassed.

Fair to say, it turned out to be a black box operation.

But think about it, then even I have some heartfelt places, and I feel that there seems to be nothing wrong with what others are doing?

After all, once you can't enter the top ten, there will be no place, and the next time you will have to wait another three hundred years!

If this is not to be fought for by any means, isn't it too hypocritical?

"Hahaha, so..." "

This spirit stone, thank you!"

After Feng Yuting finished speaking, he directly put away the storage bag full of spirit stones.

Then he patted Su Xuan's shoulder and said: "However, your boy's character of throwing a lot of money for beauty is a fight with

the old man when he was young..." "When the old man was young, he also threw tens of millions of spirit stones for a female cultivator!"

"It's just that the years urge people to get old..." As

the son of the original Sect Master of the Wind Nether Sect, Feng Yuting was also one of the second generations of the Sect with the highest status in this Western Region.

Seeing Su Xuan at this time, he suddenly recalled that the absurd and beautiful years of that young age.

Just, recalling, reminiscing..........

The next moment, he opened his eyes wide, looked at the ring and exclaimed:

"She

..." "How did she become so strong..."

Yu Xiaowan in the ring had already made a move, and as soon as her arm was raised, a shock flew out from her magic weapon.

That magic weapon is not precious, just a medium-grade flying sword.

It's just that such a medium-grade magic weapon is in her hand, releasing extremely powerful power!

With a sword passed, that Feng Qingyao couldn't even resist the slightest, and flew out of the ring.

Then he lay on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth!

If it weren't for the magic weapon Embryo Phoenix Feather Pei blocking most of the power for her, I'm afraid she would have been split in half by Yu Xiaowan's sword now.

Even the magic weapon embryo had an extra crack on it at this time, emitting a mournful cry...

"Groove!"

"This is also too violent..." This

scene did not say that he was fengyuting, even Su Xuan was shocked and burst into foul language after seeing it.

According to the combat power, that Yu Xiaowan is less than twice as high as Feng Qingyao.

Su Xuan always thought that this girl could win the opponent within twenty moves, even if it was good.

However, what Su Xuan didn't expect was that Yu Xiaowan just casually slashed an opponent who was also in the early stage of foundation building realm with a sword.

Moreover, she also followed Su Xuan's orders and did not use her Qinglian Eighteen Swords.

It was just that she used to practice ordinary sword techniques...

Not to mention, that Feng Qingyao is a descendant of a strong person in the Yuan Infant Realm, and he is a dark son that Feng Xianggu has cultivated for many years, and he has the embryo of the Origin Magic Weapon...

"Meng, this girl is really too fierce!"

Su Xuan looked at Yu Xiaowan standing in the ring, and couldn't help but admire.

At this time, he was a little afraid to associate this girl with Yu Xiaowan, who was still squatting in the corner a few days ago, crying like a lost child with her parents.

At the same time, he looked at Feng Yuting with a depressed face:

"Hahaha, Elder Feng!"

"It seems that the junior can't be blamed for this, right?"

Stretching out his hand towards him, the meaning could not be clearer, even if you Feng Yuting had already put away that spirit stone.

Now I have to spit it out for Su Xuan.

He was not afraid that this old fellow would become angry, because fighting was strictly forbidden in this Suzhou City.

He won't be afraid of this old guy paying his bills, because ordinary rotten gamblers are most afraid of being told that their gambling is poor and they can't afford to lose!

Especially above this hundred gates, there are still tens of thousands of cultivators here!

If this reputation spreads, then how can he mix in various gambling games after he is in the wind...

Therefore, Feng Yuting was about to vomit blood even if he was angry at this time.

He still put away the storage bag and took it out helplessly....

Then said to Su Xuan: "Count you kid lucky!"

"This matter is not over, let's continue..." "

Okay, it's still 35 million spirit stones a game, how many times will Elder Feng come, I Su Xuan will accompany you..." Su Xuan

flicked the storage bag, found that there were no fewer spirit stones, and said to him.

Su Xuan's guess was really good, this old guy is definitely a proper rotten gambler.

The Lord who loses and wants to win back, and who wins and wants to continue to win.

However, Su Xuan didn't want to just win his little spirit stone.

In the past few days, because Su Xuan was afraid, this old guy would come to the door to find himself to rip off, and he had already inquired about him.

Knowing that he brought a lot of good things to the Ximing Holy Land more than a hundred years ago.

Magic weapons, elixirs, heavenly treasures.

Of course, there are also a large number of exercises left by the Wind Nether Sect!

This technique is what Su Xuan wants the most!

After all, he was about to recruit a large number of disciples, these disciples came, there was no practice for others to cultivate, what kind of sect was this....

This is the reason why Su Xuan pushed up the stakes again and again.

Because once that Feng Yuting couldn't take out the spirit stone, he could let him take these things as a bet...

Sure enough, when that Feng Yuting heard that it was still 35 million spirit stones a game, he immediately became embarrassed!

After this gamble, he finally won fifteen million spirit stones from Su Xuan's hands.

As a result, this time, he directly lost 35 million.

He now has less than 20 million left in his hands.

Where else can I take out another 35 million?

Facing Su Xuan, he asked, "Can't we just bet back 10 million spirit stones for one game?" "

Ten million games, let's bet a few games and then bet big..." At

this time, he had a gambling addiction, and the elder of the Ximing Holy Land of the Golden Pill Realm didn't even want his face, and prayed to Su Xuan.

In fact, with 10 million spirit stones, he could only gamble one more.

It's just that Su Xuan dug the pit with great difficulty, just waiting for him to jump inside?

How could he possibly agree to his prayer: "No interest, no interest!"

"If you want to gamble, bet on 35 million spirit stones!"

The angry Feng Yuting flicked his sleeves and said to Su Xuan with red eyes: "You wait for the old man, wait for the old man!"

"The old man went back to scrape together some gambling funds, and tomorrow I will clean up you smelly boy!"

At this time, he had already lost his eyes.

In his heart, he even felt that Su Xuan had just hit shit luck and won his last hand.

He still didn't know anything about the strength of the cultivators above the Foundation Building Realm.

Therefore, he immediately decided to go back and take out a few treasures that he brought out from the Wind Nether Sect back then, and mortgaged a gambling book.

His character of such a rotten gambler is exactly what Su Xuan can't ask for!

Especially when he heard that he was going back to collect the gambling book, Su Xuan shouted at him: "Elder Feng, in fact, you don't have to bet with me on spirit stones!" "

Exercises, magic weapons, elixirs, heavenly materials and earth treasures, as long as they are of comparable value, I can bet here..."