Chapter 37 Who released "poof"?

Chapter 37 Who released "poof"?

"Of course, you said bet, right?"

Ning Tian responded, he was very confident about Wu Feng, and as the young master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Sect, he was not short of money.

"Although I usually don't like gambling, I am willing to play with you."

Han Yu secretly smiled in his heart. In fact, he didn't like gambling. Why?

Because in his previous life, he was just an ordinary person running around for life, and he was not qualified to participate in this kind of entertainment.

And he is not willing to leave his fate to the so-called luck.

But knowing the answer, he didn’t mind taking the gamble this time.

"Small gambling makes you happy, but big gambling hurts your health. How about two thousand gold soul coins?"

After thinking for a while, Han Yu said a bet that he thought was a huge amount.

She looked at Ning Tian slightly worriedly. If she didn't accept it, the money would be gone.

“Okay, then two thousand gold soul coins.”

Ning Tian said without blinking.

When Han Yu heard this, his expression changed.

I secretly yelled that it was too bad, I should have lost it, I still didn’t understand the value of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.

In the six years since I came to Douluo Continent, the most gold soul coins I have are the two thousand given by Beibei.

As for the Noumenon Sect?

The poisonous teacher gave him a lot of nutritious food, but not even one of Jin Huanghuang's golden soul coins was given to him.

As a result, he, the dignified young master of the Noumenon Sect, helps people hunt souls and makes bets with others every day for money.

I spent my life for money in my previous life, but I still can’t escape in this life?

"Hello? What are you doing?"

Ning Tian stretched out his white arm and waved it gently in front of Han Yu.

"Ah? It's okay. I was lost in thought about something just now. Just two thousand gold soul coins."

Han Yu's eyes were indifferent and he turned to look at Wu Feng who was getting ready to attack.

Wu Feng took a deep breath. The students around her were looking at her, which made her feel tremendous pressure.

"Ah, bend it for me."

Wu Feng exerted great force, and the veins on his hands began to grow hideously.

The surrounding students held their breath, clenched their fists, and silently cheered for Wu Feng.

"Huhu. Huh."

It's so hard that I can't break it anymore. Wu Feng, who had already used all his strength, turned red.

"Come on, come on"

I don't know who shouted, and then the students echoed.

“Look, she definitely can’t break it off”

Han Yu whispered to Ning Tian.

Seeing this, Ning Tian couldn't help but shout: "Feng sister, come on, you can do it."

The inspired Wu Feng was shaken, and two yellow soul rings rose from her feet.

"I can't let the young master down, she is watching me." Wu Feng looked excited, and his second soul ring lit up directly.

"The second soul skill, Dragon's Wrath!"

In Dragon's Wrath state, her power increased instantly.

"Open it for me"

"Wu Feng has used his soul skill. He will definitely be able to bend this time. Come on, Wu Feng!" A fat student encouraged him. Looking at his expression, he seemed to admire Wu Feng.

Gah!

A gritty voice sounded, and the White Tiger Stick, which was originally motionless, began to bend slightly under the huge power of Wu Feng. However, it stopped there. No matter how hard Wu Feng tried, the White Tiger Stick would not move at all.

"What should I do? I have reached my limit. Just maintaining this arc requires a lot of energy on my part, let alone bending it."

Wu Feng breathed heavily and saw Ning Tian with an encouraging face out of the corner of his eye.

"No, I can't let the young master down, I can do it, ah"

Wu Feng gritted his teeth, the veins on his arms burst out, and sweat slowly dripped from his forehead, Her tight leather jacket penetrated.

The male students who were watching couldn't help but swallowed, looking at the exquisite curves without blinking.

Wu Feng's legs sank again, and his hands trembled violently, as if he was about to break through the limit.

In the expectant eyes of everyone.

"Poof!"

In this quiet training room, a sound suddenly sounded, like a sudden thunder in a sultry summer day, which made People can't help but cover their ears.

The onlookers had strange expressions on their faces and took a few steps back. The originally crowded space became much emptier in an instant.

As the fat student just retreated, he couldn't help shouting: "Who released it? Put it here to poison it, right?"

"If someone is poisoned, this matter will never end."

Of course, this was mostly a joke, and since everyone was gathered together just now, it was hard to tell who the murderer was.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? Maybe you set it off."

A male student wearing glasses held up the frame of his glasses, as if he had discovered the murderer, and couldn't help but jump He came out and pointed at the fat student and said.

"What did you say? I think you are the one who farted. No one else said anything, but you danced the hardest. Admit it, it's you."

The fat student crossed his arms and raised his head slightly, looking like he was seeing everything through.

“It’s not me, hey, believe me, it’s really not me.”

Seeing the nearby students distance themselves from him, the student with glasses waved his hand and tried to save the others. A person's trust proves his innocence.

However, sometimes the person who wronged you knows more about how wronged you are than you do.

Han Yu took a few steps back slightly and glanced at Wu Feng in the field with a strange expression. Unexpectedly, he had gained an admirer just after school started. As expected, the fat man was the most mature one.

Tsk tsk, what's the matter? I asked you to break it hard, but I didn't ask you to release it hard.

Hearing the accusations around him, Wu Feng's already red cheeks became even redder, like a monkey's butt.

"I can't break it anymore, Teacher Mu."

Wu Feng lost all his strength, let go of the white tiger stick in his hand, and slumped to the ground.

Hibiscus, who was the closest, knew about the situation, but did not stand up to explain. After all, it would not be good for Wu Feng's image if this matter was told.

Smiling slightly, he said: "It's normal that it can't be broken. This is the fourth level of strength, which can only be broken by the Soul Sect. Press the button at the top to adjust it to the third level. It should be the most suitable stage for you at the moment. "

"That's it. Why can't Wu Feng break it apart? It turns out it's the most difficult one," the fat student murmured.

Hibiscus was not surprised at all when he couldn't break it. A glimmer of appreciation flashed in his eyes for the shamanic wind that could shake the white tiger stick. The dragon martial spirit was indeed extraordinary.

If it were a great spirit master with an ordinary beast martial spirit, he would be pretty good if he could defeat the second class.

“Huh?”

Wu Feng's eyes widened. It turned out that it was a fourth-level stick that could only be broken by the Soul Sect. It seemed that it wasn't that I couldn't do it, but that it was too difficult. Moreover, he even managed to shake the White Tiger Stick that only the Soul Sect could swing.

The young master should praise me. Thinking of this, Wu Feng looked expectantly in the direction of Ning Tian.

Then his face froze.

She found that Ning Tian did not continue to pay attention to him, but was talking and laughing with Han Yu beside him.

"Have you known for a long time that this is the highest level of difficulty? No wonder you are so confident." Ning Tian looked at Han Yu who had a calm face and couldn't help but said.

Han Yu, who was exposed, did not panic at all, and nodded calmly: "Yes, is it possible that Young Sect Master Ning Tian intends to use this as an excuse to default on the debt?"

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