"Damn you bastard, you are a person with a perfect innate spiritual realm. Are you embarrassed to bully me, a poor grandson? You are not as good as others, so please stop quibbling me!" Zhuo Wentian's voice completely resounded throughout the square, his eyes were proud and his heart was sneering.

"Yes! I'm willing to accept the loss..." Many people nodded in response.

"Zhuo Wenzhan! You old coward, since you lost, you should hand over your other half of the spirit stone as promised! If you want to hurt my grandson, there is no way!"

Taking advantage of the momentum, Zhuo Wentian shouted, "The spirit stone is the guarantee for entering the Blood Prison Gate. If the fat old man didn't hand it over, Zhuo Wentian even wanted to take action to grab the spirit stone himself. He would definitely win such an important tribute.

"Zhuo Wentian! You are so protective of your grandson! I am definitely not someone who can't afford to lose!"

"Since that's the case, then you can hand over the spirit stone!" Zhuo Wentian did not let go.

At this moment, Zhuo Wenzhan gritted his teeth, his face turned pale, and he was extremely embarrassed. He was defeated by the acquired junior, and he might never be able to raise his head in the Zhuo family.

Almost endured the rage all over his body, he threw the spirit stone out.

For him, this choice is not too difficult.

In his heart, spirit stones are just a trivial matter, and maintaining their status is the key. As long as the person is still there, the hope of unifying the Zhuo family will still be there, and the spirit stones will sooner or later be obtained. If you break your trust at this moment, those who have always trusted him will be shaken in their hearts. At that time, it will be his brother's words.

"Hehe, it's really a real spirit stone! Fan'er's gate to the Blood Prison has finally settled..."

When Zhuo Wentian saw Feilai Baoyu, he grabbed and squeezed it with one hand and combined the two halves of jade into one. The spiritual power of heaven and earth blocked in the spirit stone immediately surged in the cracked gap, slowly repairing it, releasing a faint stream of light. Just holding it in his hand makes people feel energetic and invincible.

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Wenzhan's face jumped hard: Humph, let you be proud for a while, sooner or later this treasure will be mine!

Zhuo Wenzhan looked at the teasing expressions of many people with a contempt, and his old face turned red and almost exploded. His current mood was probably just looking for a hole to drill down.

Losing to a junior who is one level different from Taoism is a stain on his life!

"No! This matter must not be done like this!" He became fierce again, his two rows of slightly yellowed teeth trembled violently, and he looked excited, "Zhuo Yifan... I... I want to fight you again, how dare you!"

With his old face down, Zhuo Wenzhan almost yelled out these shocking words.

"Can!"

Zhuo Yifan agreed readily and accepted the battle again beyond everyone's expectations.

"What kind of adventure did this kid... have you ever obtained? You can resist it withstand it. How high is this kind of defense? Is there ten layers of elephant skin? This is too terrifying?" Zhuo Wentian looked at his grandson with a sharp look, thinking for a moment, but no longer stopped.

"As the saying goes, heroes are young, and since good grandson is willing to fight, that's great. Your courage is really worth boasting. But... this time, grandpa won't let go!"

At this moment, Zhuo Wen Zhan was determined to win back his face, but he didn't know that doing so would make him even more embarrassed. After all, he was a strong man in the innate spiritual realm, and he actually humbly invited a junior to fight. He was obviously so embarrassed that he had just let the water go.

Seeing this scene, many of Zhuo Wenzhan's followers opened their five fingers to cover their faces.

It's so embarrassing!

Flashes of discussion kept ringing from the onlookers around the square, with different opinions. Most of them were criticizing Zhuo and asking about the battle. At this moment, everyone forgot that Zhuo Yifan was just a middle-grade high-level soul, and was completely covered up by his powerful image.

Because that was so shocking!

"Stupid boy, take the move!" Zhuo Wenzhan's mouth was covered with a cold luster, and his two palms, which were as fierce as bear's paw, suddenly exuded orange-yellow spiritual power. The attack power was twice as big as just now.

The sharp force formed an iron fist. The pace had suddenly stepped out, like a tiger. The ground was split by a foot of force, forming a small spider that spread to all directions.

"Second Grandpa, wait!" At this time, Zhuo Yifan suddenly reached out and called for a stop.

Hearing this sentence, everyone's thoughts were relieved and they all looked at Zhuo Yifan with contempt.

"Are you going to admit defeat?" Zhuo Wenzhan suddenly withdrew his momentum and laughed.

"Abstaining from the defeat?" Zhuo Yifan didn't care about the opinions of the people around him at all. He couldn't help laughing, "The second master is extremely powerful, and Yifan is just showing off his skills. It's just that the second grandfather is fighting me. Yifan suddenly felt that it would be more interesting to use some things to bet."

"Oh? This is interesting, let's talk about it?" Zhuo Wenzhan nodded slightly and smiled with interest.

"If Yifan loses, then the jade will be returned to the second grandfather just now. If the second grandfather loses, he will have to hand over the second grandfather's subordinates to control everything. What about this proposal?"

"This little waste actually dares to issue a condition with me? But that's the end of the matter. The next move must be erased!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Wenzhan suddenly raised his eyes and flashed with murderous intent. After just fighting, he could probably guess that Zhuo Yifan might have obtained an adventure and possess extraordinary defense. He couldn't help but feel murderous intent in his heart. If he grows up like this, it will not only be a great threat to him, but also to Zhuo Fei!

Zhuo Wenzhan waved his hand and snorted quietly while twisting his beard:

"Good boy, you are very brave. Since you are happy, as your elder, I should accompany you, but your bet is very bad for me. If I win, you will hand over the entire spirit stone!"

"The Second Master is indeed a person who will not suffer any losses. Since you have said that, as a junior, I will treat it as a filial piety to you." Zhuo Yifan smiled faintly, "By the way, your old man is really thick-skinned."

Hearing this, Zhuo Wenzhan's old face was almost twisted, and his body exploded like a large airbag. The violent air waves shook and burst into gusts of hurricanes, which made Zhuo Yifan unable to help but retreat.

"Zhuo Yifan! Lying down for me!"

Zhuo Wenzhan's roar broke out in the field, and his whole person turned into a dragon and rushed forward with his fist. His clothes swelled under the bursting spiritual power, releasing a vigorous momentum, steadily suppressing Zhuo Yifan's actions and weakening his combat power.

"I've fought with you!"

Zhuo Yifan was so fond of favor and disgrace at this moment, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes as if a divine weapon had left his body.

This gambling battle is a gambling life for him, and he can only succeed but not fail! He must take the attitude of facing death.

Let everyone see clearly that Zhuo Lie's son is not a waste!

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Chapter completed!