Tianyu Alchemy Lord

After a long time, Lang Peng and Su Chen finally arrived at the third floor.

Immediately, all the eyes on the third floor were cast here.

"Haha, Holy Son Lang, I never expected that your skills in identifying divine weapons are so amazing."

"Shengzi Lang, come on! I'm optimistic about you!"

"Let them know how great you are!"

A series of booing sounds came one after another.

Hearing these voices, Master Liu Feng's old face suddenly darkened, and Bian Yiwei also frowned.

However, most of those making noises were some of the disciples from the major holy places who came to join in the fun, and there were many saint-child level figures among them. Therefore, although they were afraid of Bian Yiwei, they did not reach the point where they dared not say anything.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

To these booing people, Lang Peng responded with a smile on his face, as if he was already guaranteed to win the upcoming competition.

Although, when he was in the Purple Moon Holy Land Villa, this guy still lost his temper from time to time. However, at this time, the bearing of the quasi-holy son of a holy land was tightened by him.

Master Liu Feng's old face was a little tense. He was still a somewhat famous person and had the status of a high-level weapon saint. But now, he lowered his face and competed with a junior to identify divine weapons, and there were actually people cheering for that junior. How could he endure this?

"snort!"

Bian Yiwei obviously felt Master Liu Feng's embarrassment, and he snorted with a straight face before temporarily suppressing the booing guys.

After all, no one wants to offend Bian Yiwei just because of a quick talk.

"Oh, I think this is Master Liu Feng? Are you the one who wants to challenge me?"

The noise around him gradually became quieter, and Master Liu Feng's face looked better. But the next moment, Lang Peng's voice made him almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Can this kid speak?

Master Liu Feng gritted his back molars and took a few deep breaths before finally suppressing the urge to have an attack on the spot.

But even so, he felt a surge of blood in his chest, and he was very angry.

What does it mean to challenge you?

If it weren't for Bian Yiwei, and if he had a little interest in the boy who selected a billion magic weapons, he would never be able to lower his body and do such a thing.

The high-level weapon saint takes the initiative to ask to compete with you. It is your honor. He actually uses the word challenge, which is really disgusting!

"Now that we're here, don't waste everyone's time. Let's get started."

Bian Yiwei took a deep breath and said slowly.

His purpose today was to defeat Su Chen, but if he continued like this, things would not develop as he expected.

"Okay, since Master Liu Feng wants to challenge me, then why shouldn't I refuse to challenge you? Tell me, how do you plan to challenge me?"

Lang Peng waved his hand and said boldly.

Seeing Lang Peng's appearance, Su Chen also smiled slightly. On the way here, he told Lang Peng to keep a high profile. However, I didn't expect that Lang Peng was really capable, and he didn't scare anyone at all with his high profile.

Of course, that's fine too.

At least, Lang Peng's unworthy appearance attracted a lot of hatred and diverted a lot of attention from those present.

"Since Lang Shengzi is so anxious, let's each choose a magic weapon with a price tag of one billion gold yuan. Finally, let's compare the real value of the magic weapon we selected after rating."

Master Liu Feng took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"A billion?"

Lang Peng's eyes narrowed slightly. If it were placed outside, one billion gold yuan pills would be enough to buy many magic weapons. However, this is the gambling magic weapons area of ​​the Pixiu Chamber of Commerce. One billion dollars may not even be able to choose ten magic weapons here.

"Ten divine weapons..."

Lang Peng secretly thought in his heart, if it was purely a matter of luck, it would be okay to select a large number at one time, but with just ten magic weapons, it would most likely be a loss.

"What? Is our Holy Son Lang still afraid of losing?"

Seeing Lang Peng pondering, Bian Yiwei couldn't help but sneer.

"Ha, are you talking in your sleep? He's just a bad old man, how could Brother Lang be afraid? In my opinion, Brother Lang just thinks that such a competition is a bit boring."

Su Chen laughed and said.

And these words immediately made Master Liu Feng's face darken again.

Bian Yiwei's eyes also narrowed slightly.

"Then how should the comparison be compared to Saint Yisu?"

Bian Yiwei was not angry, but asked with interest.

"Since it's a competition, it wouldn't be fun if there's no prize."

Su Chen raised his eyebrows at Lang Peng, then smiled.

"Luck?"

Lang Peng was a little confused.

Although he dares to accept Master Liu Feng's challenge, it does not mean that he is confident of winning! If you add lottery here, wouldn't it be like giving away money in vain?