"Young Master Li, Young Master Zhao, you don't have to say anymore. I, Murong Feng, know what to do!"

Mu Rong Feng looked resolutely towards Lu Feng.

Only now did Li Yunzhi and Zhao FengNian relax.

"Brat, we have reached an agreement here. I will bet 10,000 contribution points with this Young Master Zhao and bet with you."

How about it? Dare, or not? "

Li Yun shouted arrogantly towards Lu Feng, and the fan in his hand began to flicker about.

"Humph!"

Let's fight!

What can all of you rotten tomatoes and rotten eggs do?

I'm just afraid that you won't be able to afford it then? "

Lu Feng snorted and said in disdain.

After being humiliated repeatedly by Lu Feng, Li Yunzhi had become impatient. Now that he heard Lu Feng say this, he was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumping and cursing: "You reckless fool, I think you are tired of living! When you get to the arena, there will be time for you to cry!"

Zhao Fengniang also gloomily said, "Bastard, bragging is useless.

Since you've agreed to the competition, let's go to the arena now.

"How about it? You wouldn't be afraid, right?"

Lu Feng said: "Against you, there is no reason for this young master to not dare!

However, if you lose, what happens if you go back on your word? "

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Fengnian raised his head and laughed, "Brat, that's why I said you're a country bumpkin.

Don't you know that the elder in charge of the sect's application for the ring also has to bear the responsibility of a notary?

Don't worry, it's just 10,000 contribution points. Will we go back on our word?

"Besides, do you have any chance of winning?"

"That's right, kid. I think you won't cry until you see the coffin!"

Let's go to the arena! "

Li Yunzhi said with a mocking expression.

Immediately, the two groups of people started walking towards the martial ring.

Seeing that the two sides had reached an agreement, Lu Feng, this newborn calf, actually dared to agree to such an obviously unfair competition request. All of them followed one after the other. However, there were those who were sighing, and there were those who were gloating.

After arriving at the martial arena, Li Yunzhi took the lead and went to the elder in charge of managing the arena.

The Skystar Institution had always maintained an open-minded attitude towards the disciples' use of the arena. Sometimes, sects would even support a sparring competition to a certain extent.

Thus, the management elder readily agreed to Li Yunzhi's request.

After Li Yunzhi received his subordinate's report, he proudly nodded at Lu Feng and said, "Let's go, kid!"

He then walked towards the elder.

Seeing the group of people walking over, the management elders were quite curious, especially the two distinct camps. One glance was enough to tell them that Lu Feng and co. were at a disadvantage.

After a group of people came rushing over, Lu Feng and Murong Feng stood in front and made an application to the management elder at the same time.

The management elder took out a copy of the competition document that he had prepared earlier. He got Lu Feng and Murong Feng to sign it.

After completing the procedures, the management elder took out two more documents. Lu Feng took a look and saw that it was the 'Gambling Agreement'. He didn't expect that the Heavenly Star Academy had prepared such a document in advance.

After signing all the documents, the management elder stretched out his hand and said to Murong Feng, "Hand over your bet first. After the competition is over, I will hand it all to the winner."

Li Yunzhi and Zhao Fengniang hurriedly stepped forward. They took out their identity cards and said to the management elders, "Elder, the wager will be paid by us. Please transfer 5000 contribution points from our identity cards."

With this, the management elder finally understood that these two tyrants of the sect had come from far away and had joined hands to bully newcomers.

Regarding this, although the management elder did not like Li Zhao and Wang Chao's shameless behavior, he still happily took over the identity card and transferred 5000 contribution points each to a notary account. After the winner was decided, the winner would then take over.

After that, the management elder said to Lu Yueru and Jiang Xin, "The two female disciples, you two are part of the bet, so you are not allowed to leave until the competition is over.

If you force yourselves to leave, this elder will give you appropriate punishments on behalf of the sect.

Do you understand? "

Since Jiang Xin and Lu Lore had agreed to let Lu Feng use them as the wager, they had already made up their minds long ago. They wanted to earn some contribution points for themselves. How could they leave in advance?

After receiving the confirmation from the two girls, the management elder announced loudly, "The bet between the outer sect disciple Mu Rong Feng and Lu Feng has been officially established.

"Now, please allow Murong Feng and Lu Feng to ascend the arena. The competition will begin in an incense stick of time!"

Under the lead of the management elder, everyone came to the front of the stage and watched as Lu Feng and Mu Rong Feng ascended onto the stage one after another.

For Murong Feng, this was the first time Lu Feng seriously sized him up.

This man was indeed extraordinary. He was about twenty years old, tall and slender, with a face like a plum and lips like that of a real man.

Moreover, from Murong Feng's face, Lu Feng could see the anxiety on his face. It seemed that he had encountered some trouble.

However, Lu Feng was still very angry at Mu Rong Feng for being his accomplice. No matter what, he still had to have some form of righteousness.

Although there was a trace of pity in Murong Feng's eyes for Lu Feng, it was quickly replaced by resolution. For his father, Murong Feng had convinced himself that he had to go all out.

When the management elder announced the start of the battle, Murong Feng rushed towards Lu Feng. Like a butterfly, he circled around Lu Feng and unleashed a dazzling and infuriating attack. This was the masterpiece of Murong Feng — Falling Leaf Hand.

This was a martial skill known for its high speed attacks and belonged to the upper Huang class. When used by a late Xiantian realm master like Murong Feng, the power was extraordinary.

However, in the face of such concentrated attacks, Lu Feng stood with his hands behind his back, dodging as he pleased, dodging every single one of Murong Feng's attacks.

After the two sides quickly exchanged dozens of moves, the audience was somewhat unwilling to accept this and began to clamor loudly.

For the past half day, seeing Murong Feng's extravagant attacks, Lu Feng did not make a move. He only flashed back and forth. Although he was very relaxed, the observers still felt their blood boiling.

"Murong Feng, you are not this young master's match.

This young master will give you some face, go away! "

Lu Feng's indifferent voice rang in Murong Feng's ears, but it only added to his anger. The helplessness he had towards treating his father's injuries and being forced to work for others gradually turned into anger towards Lu Feng. His attacks became faster and his moves became more ruthless.

Towards Murong Feng's sudden madness, Lu Feng felt a bit helpless. Originally, he wanted to save some face for him because he saw that he was a talent. Who would have thought that he would not appreciate his friend's kindness?

"Sigh!" "A beauty, yet a thief!"

Lu Feng let out a faint sigh. His hands, which were originally clasped behind his back, suddenly appeared in front of him. With a lightning speed, he separated Murong Feng's hands and struck them against his chest.