The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

Qin Changkong glanced sideways at Sun Wenshan and said, "A straw bag is a straw bag. Even if you give your son elixir, he is still a straw bag."

"hateful!"

Hearing Qin Changkong's words, Sun Wenshan was so angry that his eyebrows flew up.

His son Sun Wenshan is indeed a loser, but now that his opponent Qin Changkong says so, isn't this a slap in the face?

Teng!

Sun Wenshan stood up suddenly, glared at Qin Changkong, and said, "Qin Changkong, do you dare to bet with me?"

"What bet?"

"Let's bet on who can win this game?" Sun Wenshan said viciously, his face looking a little ferocious.

"If my son wins, give me the Realm Breaking Pill in your hand. If Chen Fan wins, I will give you the Bone Spirit Fire."

"Isn't your daughter Qin Yao an alchemy disciple? She has fused bone spirit fire. She has an 80% chance of becoming an alchemy master. Do you dare to bet with me?"

"this......"

Suddenly, Qin Changkong was unsure.

He knew exactly what Sun Youwei, the son of his old rival, was like. He was definitely a fool.

But now Sun Wenshan was so confident that he wanted to gamble with him, as if he was sure to be defeated, which made him unsure of the situation.

He also saw that Chen Fan had broken through to the sixth stage of Qigong.

However, Chen Fan's previous reputation was not as good as that of Sun Youwei, and he had just made a breakthrough. He might not be Sun Youwei's opponent because of his unstable cultivation.

The realm-breaking pill was prepared by him for Qin Yao. After Qin Yao was promoted to Qi Sect, taking the realm-breaking pill could increase the chance of breaking through to Yuanfu realm by 60%.

Sun Wenshan proposed this bet because he had obviously set his sights on the realm-breaking pill in his hand early on. If he could get it, Sun Wenshan would have a great chance of breaking through to the Yuanfu realm.

However, the bet proposed by Sun Wenshan is also full of temptation.

Bone Spirit Fire is a kind of primordial fire, a different fire from heaven and earth.

Qin Yao has extraordinary talent in alchemy. If he can obtain the bone spirit fire and fuse it with the bone spirit fire, he will have the opportunity to be promoted to an alchemist and be able to truly refine pills.

Moreover, an alchemist who has integrated Yuanhuo can go further in alchemy in the future, and can even become an alchemy master, a being respected by thousands of people.

"Why, you don't dare?" Sun Wenshan smiled coldly, with sarcasm on his face.

He wanted to motivate Qin Changkong to agree, because his son Sun Youwei would definitely win this battle.

"Uncle Qin, promise him!" At this moment, a voice came over.

It's Chen Fan.

Although the scene was extremely noisy, he still heard the fight between Qin Changkong and Sun Wenshan. Besides, there was nothing better than being able to win the Bone Spirit Fire for Qin Yao.

He won't lose anyway.

"Um?"

Hearing the voice, Qin Changkong looked over and met Chen Fan's calm and calm expression.

"Haha, Qin Changkong, even Chen Fan asked you to agree, don't you still dare to agree? It seems that you are also very talkative, calling my son a idiot. I would like to ask you, where did you get the nerve to say this? talk?"

Sun Wenshan was extremely arrogant and mocked Qin Changkong.

"Okay, I'll bet with you!"

Qin Changkong was angry at being ridiculed in this way. In addition, Chen Fan seemed to be very confident, so he simply agreed.

If you lose, it's just a Realm Breaking Pill. Although it's precious, it won't make you short of breath.

Moreover, with Qin Yao's talent, even without the realm-breaking pill, he can break through to the Yuan Mansion realm, it's just a matter of time.

"Haha, okay, Great Elder, you have to bear witness for us, lest someone refuses to admit defeat later and refuses to pay!" Sun Wenshan laughed, as if he had won for sure, and was extremely arrogant.

"Hmph, Sun Wenshan, if you dare to cheat afterward, don't blame Qin for relying on the strong to bully the weak." Qin Changkong snorted coldly, a cold look flashed in his eyes.

On the fighting stage.

"Trash, it seems that you are very confident." Sun Youwei looked at Chen Fan with a half-smile, "But what I want to tell you is how ridiculous your idea is. Although you and I are both at the sixth level of Qigong, but , I broke through to the sixth level of Qigong half a year ago, I can use my vitality freely, and my Qigong is strong, there is no way you can be my opponent..."

Having said this, Sun Youwei showed a successful smile on his face and pulled open his clothes, revealing a piece of dark soft armor made of python scales.

"I would also like to thank you for selling this blood-eyed black python, giving my father the opportunity to buy it, and helping me to refine this invulnerable soft scale armor, which can withstand attacks from even seventh-stage qigong masters. If you resist, what are you going to fight with me for?"

It turned out that the soft armor on his body was made from the snake skin of the blood-eyed black python that Chen Fan killed. It has extremely strong defense. No wonder he is so confident.

"Haha, Qin Changkong, I will accept your realm-breaking elixir." After Sun Youwei showed his trump card, Sun Wenshan finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, looking extremely proud.

On the other hand, Qin Changkong's expression suddenly changed. The veins in the palms placed on the armrests bulged. His body straightened up slightly and trembled slightly. After a while, he said coldly: "Okay, okay, Sun You." Because, it turns out that you have planned everything and let your son wear this soft scale armor. People with the sixth level of qigong can't break through his defense. It's very good, very good!"

"No, it's just that you, Qin Changkong, are too stupid." Sun Wenshan continued to mock.

"Trash, kneel down, kowtow three times, and then roll down. I will spare your life. Otherwise, your life will be hard to save. My fists don't have eyes." Sun Youwei said extremely arrogantly, his nostrils pointing upward. .

It seemed that the soft scale armor on his body could defend against all attacks, and no one could hurt him in the slightest.

Chen Fan was unmoved, looking at the extremely arrogant Sun Youwei indifferently, and said, "Is this what you rely on?"

"Not bad, how about it, are you scared? If you are scared, kneel down and do as I say, otherwise it will be useless for you to regret." Sun Youwei said proudly.

Many of the disciples below were also secretly amused.

This Sun Youwei was really shameless. Wearing such a defensive vest, even if he stood there and let Chen Fan hit him, it would probably be in vain.

What a bully!

"bring it on."

Chen Fan curled his fingers.

Sun Youwei's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the qigong on his body suddenly burst out, and he said with a murderous intent: "Trash, it seems that you won't take the path of survival, but you have to choose the path of death. Well, I will move my hands a little, I will fulfill you and end your miserable life, so that you won’t waste air in this world.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Chen Fan's body with five fingers.

Suddenly, the energy on his fingertips suffocated, forming a three-meter-long vitality hook, and he suddenly grabbed Chen Fan, as if he wanted to take out Chen Fan's heart. His expression was cruel and he was merciless.

"Chen Fan, be careful!" Qin Changkong couldn't help shouting when he saw this scene in the spectator seats.

At this time, Chen Fan's head suddenly raised, his eyes were like swords, extremely sharp, as if a lion had awakened, and a cold voice resounded.

"You think wearing a turtle shell can protect you? I'll kill you with just one punch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Fan's body trembled.

With a bang, the qigong exploded, and waves of air rushed out from under his feet, forming a whirlwind and whizzing out, and punched out.

Boom!

The fist was as strong as a dragon, the air burst, and instantly smashed Sun Youwei's vitality claws into pieces. Like a tiger that chooses people to devour, it bit Sun Youwei with one bite, trying to bite through Sun Youwei's soft scales.

"What?"

Sun Youwei was horrified and subconsciously stretched out his hands to resist, but in an instant, both his arms were broken.

Boom!

Click! Click! Click!

The fist struck Sun Youwei's body, and the soft scale armor made an overwhelming shattering sound in an instant, and the fragments flew away, scratching Sun Youwei's cheek.

"Boom!"

When the force of the fist exploded completely, Sun Youwei's whole body was blown apart before he could even scream, and exploded into a ball of flesh and blood, and a bloody mist.

Chen Fan slowly withdrew his fist, and his vitality formed a shield, preventing Sun Youwei's blood from splashing on him at all.