Invincible Bloodline

0"A bet?" Zhao Yiming frowned and sneered in his heart. Yang Fann, who was a Sixth Layer early stage, was indeed not bad. He rarely met a worthy opponent among the servant disciple in the Kaiyang Yimai. However, compared to Qin Feng, who was one of the Three Heroes, there was still a big gap between them. If he really agreed to this bet, he would have absolutely no chance of winning.    

    

Just as Zhao Yiming was preparing to organize his words and reject the bet. . . Chen Jianhua spoke once again, "Thinking back to that year. . . Senior Brother Zhao had a heroic spirit. Who would have thought that. . . In his middle age, he wouldn't even dare to accept this small bet. This is really heartbreaking!" He shook his head as he spoke. From time to time, he would even cover his chest with a pained expression on his face. "Forget it! Forget it! Just pretend I didn't say anything. This bet is over!!!"    

    

"Junior Brother Chen, wait! I'll take the bet!"    

    

Even if he knew he had lost, he would never allow Chen Jianhua to show off in front of him!    

    

"Alright! This is the Senior Brother Zhao I know!" Chen Jianhua narrowed his eyes, and a trace of smugness flashed across his face. "Since it's a bet, there will naturally be some prizes. . . "    

    

Zhao Yiming's heart sank slightly. He knew that this bet would not be so simple.    

    

"Senior Brother, how about this, let's bet ten Spirit Stones!"    

    

Hearing this, Zhao Yiming's chest heaved up and down like a bellows. His eyes were about to spit fire. Chen Jianhua said it lightly, but that was not the truth. The Spirit Stone was the crystal of the Spirit of Heaven and Earth. It was an essential item for the cultivation of a high martial artist, and it was also the currency used by a high martial artist. Manager of the Third Grade Servicemen's Peak like him. . . The Sect only gave him one Spirit Stone a year, plus other income. S a year was the limit. Excluding the daily needs of his cultivation, ten Spirit Stones was almost half of his savings!!    

    

"Senior Brother Zhao , as the manager of a mountain peak, a mere ten Spirit Stones should not be considered much to you!"    

    

"Alright! Ten Spirit Stones!"    

    

Zhao Yiming's heart was bleeding, but he still gritted his teeth and agreed. At this point, there was no longer any room for him to go back on his word!    

    

"Alright! Senior Brother Zhao is generous, then it's settled!" Chen Jianhua shouted good, but there was a flash of pride in his heart.    

    

Seeing Chen Jianhua swaggering away, Zhao Yiming, who had calmed down, immediately felt a wave of regret. With Qin Feng around, he had no chance of winning this bet. Ten Spirit Stones. That was more than half of his savings! Impulse was the devil!    

    

"Junior Brother Yang, I'm counting on you now. As long as I can defeat that Qin Feng, I won't treat you badly!" Zhao Yiming turned his eyes to Yang Fann and said solemnly. Since the bet had already been made, there was no point for him to regret it anymore. He could only hope that Yang Fann could create another miracle.    

    

"Qin Feng, one of Three Heroes?" Looking out of the corner of his eye at Qin Feng who stood out like a crane among chickens, Yang Fann said solemnly, "manager, I will do my best!"    

    

Qin Feng, one of Three Heroes's, was not someone to be trifled with. Even Sima Yun and Leng Rushuang, who were equally famous, did not dare to say that they could definitely defeat Qin Feng!    

    

"Junior Brother Yang, just try your best!" Zhao Yiming nodded slightly. He did not say that Yang Fann would definitely defeat the Yuyang Peak. He also knew in his heart that with Yang Fann's strength, it was possible for him to compete for the top ten, but to compete with a Eighth Grade Bloodline like Three Heroes, it would be a whimsical idea!    

    

The difference between a Eighth Grade Bloodline and a Ninth-class Bloodline was like the difference between heaven and earth. The strength of any Eighth Grade Bloodline was five times that of a Ninth-class Bloodline with the same cultivation base. To them, challenging someone with a higher cultivation base was as simple as eating and drinking. They were true geniuses!    

    

On the other side, Chen Jianhua walked a few dozen meters with light steps. He looked at Qin Feng, who was like a shining star in the starry sky, and said with a faint smile, "Qin Junior Brother, it's all up to you now!"    

    

His expression was slightly respectful, and he seemed to be trying to please him. Qin Feng was not an ordinary worker. He was the number one genius of Yuyang Peak. He was destined to become a top genius of the Bone Forging in the future, the Condensation of Spirit Bones. Perhaps, he would have to rely on Qin Feng at some point in time.    

    

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng didn't say anything. Instead, he casually swept a glance at Yang Fann. A deep disdain flashed across his dark eyes. Did he think that he could challenge him just because he had the same cultivation base as him? He was truly naive!    

    

In the next moment. . .    

    

Qin Feng turned his gaze and looked at Leng Rushuang and Sima Yun. Among the thousands of servant disciples present, only these two could be his match. The rest of them were destined to be Three Heroes's stepping stones!    

    

Very quickly, an hour had passed, and over a hundred Breakthrough competition disciples from the Kaiyang Peak's Servicemen's Peak arrived one after another. There were nearly two thousand of them. At this moment, there was a sea of people below the Peak-Bound. Zhao Yiming, Chen Jianhua, and manager had left the scene one after another. They had retreated to the side!    

    

At this moment. . .    

    

"Are all the mountain peaks' servant disciples already here?" A voice that could be called a great voice sounded from midair.    

    

In an instant, below the foot of the mountain, Yang Fann and the thousands of servant disciples could all feel a powerful Spiritual Energy being emitted. The Spiritual Energy had almost covered the entire area within a few miles.    

    

Yang Fann couldn't help but raise his head and look at it. He was extremely shocked.    

    

He saw a person walking in the air towards him. It was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing white clothes. He was floating in the clouds, and his aura was unfathomable. His entire body had traces of returning to its original state. His footsteps seemed very calm. He had a leisurely stroll, but his steps were steady. He was slow but did not lose his dignity. Suddenly, a huge pressure filled his body, making it hard for him to breathe.    

    

"Flying in the sky, this is a Bone Forging stage Martial Master. This is too terrifying! This man's spirit can suppress me! He made me unable to resist at all. This was the difference between life and death, and I couldn't possibly be a match for him. Even if I use all my trump cards. . . I definitely can't be his match. No, to be precise, As long as he moves his fingers, he'll be able to easily crush me. " After the shock, Yang Fann's heart was filled with bitterness. "In his eyes, our servant disciple is probably not much stronger than those ignorant ants. . . "