"You, I will preside over the matter of gambling."

Song Lao Wei stood up and stunned all around. "We bet on the first round first, and then bet ... who can get to Jianmu first, how about it?"

"can!"

The seniors nodded.

"Oh, since everyone has this Yaxing, let's enjoy the grand event!"

Song Tian, ??the ancestor of the Song family, waved his hand and flashed a streamer, showing a huge light curtain in front of everyone.

Above the light curtain, the situation near Jianmu is clearly visible.

A young monk who flew up in a hurry, quickly flew in the direction of Jianmu. Various monks, including Wang Tengfei, Li Fugui, and Meng Hao, all appeared in the light curtain.

"Everyone, Jianmu Lingtu was made by a senior man. To get to Jianmu, it's not just flying fast."

Mrs. Song pointed at the figures on the light curtain and laughed, "I don't know who you are, who wins?"

"Of course it's my own child!"

The leader of the Wang family put down the wine bottle, smiled, and reached out to Wang Tengfei.

"We also bet on our children!"

The gambling game is just a game for the masters in the Yuanying realm. Whether you win or lose, you must not lose Zongmen's face.

I can't bet the first round of betting, so I will overwhelm the children of other schools!

Even if Jin Hanzong's big armored man knew that the little fat man Li Fugui had no chance at all, he also bet on Li Fugui.

"You all bet on your own disciples, but I don't have my own children to bet on, then I can only choose one of your disciples. This can't blame me!"

The Song family recruited the congress, and naturally it was impossible for the Song family to participate. Song Lao Wei smiled and looked up in the light curtain.

"Who to choose?"

Thousands of young monks were driving Lu Guangfei, and Song Laoqi didn't have the ability to see who would win first.

"Ding Jing."

When Song Weigua kept searching in the light curtain and looked at Meng Hao, he suddenly heard a slight bell ringing.

"Well? The purple bell is ringing? Why did you see this boy ringing? Why is this boy weird?"

Song Laogua moved in his heart, suddenly raised his hand, pointed to Meng Hao, "I bet on him!"

"This boy ..."

Looking at Song Laoguai pointing to Meng Hao, the monk Yuan Ying of each leader was somewhat surprised.

"Oh, although this young man came with me from Sword Sect, he is not my disciple, but a relative and friend of a true disciple."

The monk Yuan Ying, the leader of Yijianzong, looked at the old man pointing at Meng Hao, and shook his head with a smile.

"Hehe, it's just a game. Everyone in Bozhong smiled."

Song Laowei waved a jade vase, "This is the Sifang Dan secretly made by my Song family. The inner world and the Quartet are very helpful to the power of space. I will take this Dan as a note."

"Songfang's Sifang Dan? OK, I bet!"

The monk of the blood demon sect, an old man with silver hair and withered skin, waved his **** jade, "This is a blood soul charm made by the old man, bet your Sifang Dan."

"I bet a magic weapon too!"

"This is the Jin Yuan Jian Wan I made, I bet on you!"

The masters took out treasures and started betting.

"The bet has been placed, let's watch the result!"

Song Laogua smiled and arched his hands, but his heart murmured, "When I saw that kid, why did the purple bell ring? What fame is there?"

When everyone bet, the monks flying all the way were approaching Jianmu.

"Boom!"

As if a thunder exploded in his ears, when he reached within a thousand feet of Jianmu, a huge spiritual pressure shrouded like Taishan.

"So much pressure!"

After a short meal, the monks fell to the ground one after another, and could no longer fly. They could only withstand this pressure, as if they were carrying a mountain, and moved forward step by step.

"I must win first! I must climb to the top of the building and take off the pearl."

Wang Tengfei's face was full of madness, and he stirred up the spiritual power, and continued to advance against this huge spirit pressure.

When he got up and left the case, rushing to Jianmu, he was desperate!

"Yinglong inheritance was stolen! Obtaining the Tailingjing from the Mountain Sect also failed! Now ... even Chu Yuyan is hooking up with others! I have no way out!"

This king takes off for the last chance!

Because of that series of failures, competing for family ethics, Wang Tengfei lost to Wang Lihai! It is no longer possible for him to get the key family training!

Only by becoming the son-in-law of the Song family, he has the possibility to rise again!

"Meng Hao! Chu Yuyan! Wang Lihai! You wait!"

Wang Tengfei gritted his teeth and stepped madly, approaching Jianmu step by step.

At this moment ... Wang Tengfei suddenly surpassed everyone and became the first person to walk ahead!

The other monks also dare not fall behind.

Even Li Fugui, a small fat man, rushed to Jianmu with a group of "disciples of the younger generation".

The only one that came to the end was Meng Hao!

"So strong aura!"

Meng Hao didn't care what was first, he didn't come to fight for the son-in-law of the Song family.

In other people's feelings, it was a huge pressure! But ... in Meng Hao's feelings, what kind of pressure is this? This is clearly a very aura!

With each step, Meng Hao stopped, carefully, slowly absorbing the rich and powerful aura gathered around him.

Meng Hao breathed his aura, but the others were desperately moving forward.

After an hour, Wang Tengfei, who was walking in front, was only over ten feet away from Jianmu.

Most of the other monks who followed were also within a hundred feet. Only ... Meng Hao is still a thousand feet away ~ www.novelhall.com ~ 咦? Brother Song, it turns out that you also look away! "

"Shame of Life" Wu Dingqiu has been laughed at by Song Laoguai since he bought fakes. Seeing this now, I quickly seized the opportunity and let out a sigh of sigh.

"Humph!"

Song groaned, his face was very ugly. As for other Yuan Ying monks, they smiled.

"Did ... the sound of the Purple Admiralty was a reminder to me that this guy was the worst? As a result, I wanted to split. Instead, I bet on him? Fortunately, there is only one bottle of Sifang Dan.

Song Laowei's heart was dark and depressed.

"No! No! I can't hold it!"

The aura near Jianmu seems to have great benefits for Meng Hao's perfect foundation.

After Meng Hao absorbed the Jianmu Aura, the perfect Taotai in Qihai burst into a huge suction, and it seemed that all Jianmu Aura would be swept away.

Meng Haosheng was afraid that there would be too much movement, and he was pressing this suction. Now ... can't hold it anymore!

"Boom!"

It seemed as if the gate was opened, and the aura of building wood around him gathered like a vortex.

At this moment, the spiritual pressure shrouded around Jianmu stirred frantically, and turned Jianmu into a huge swirling land.

"what...."

All the people in front of them were pulled away by the swirling spirit. Even Wang Tengfei, who was only a short distance from Jianmu, couldn't help pulling back.

Only Meng Hao, pushed by this spiritual force, was like an arrow off the string, and instantly pushed to the root of Jianmu.

"what?"

The momentary reversal made everyone in the cloud watching the light curtain stunned.

"Ha ha ha ha! The old man really looks like a candle! Old man Wu, the old man didn't look away!"

Song Lao laughed loudly and was extremely proud.