Feng Qingxuan's face became extremely ugly.

He can no longer hate Su Mu.

From the beginning of planning for Su Mu, he was defeated by Su Mu.

Time and time again.

Whether it was the plan he had made with all his heart or his small tricks, they were all ruined by Su Mu again and again.

Especially this time.

If you just lose the off-market bet, there is nothing at all.

Money is the most valuable thing.

However, with the emergence of Ji Lengyu, the problem became big.

Ji Lengyu and Zhu Youchun, plus the commander of the Precepts, mean that as the person who ruled everything in the three major clans, he was dismissed from get out of class.

This means that like Feng Wuchen, he will lose his stage.

Even the stage is not his, so what can he use to gain benefits?

Originally, in his plan, he was the one who integrated and controlled all the forces of the three major tribes on the earth.

Then he relied on this qualification to win the title of Lord of the Heroic Spirit in the final competition.

But now it seems that his plan cannot be realized.

Feng Qingxuan himself didn't know why it turned out like this.

It was too sudden, and I didn't give him any preparation.

Su Mu's words stimulated him so much that he almost became furious, but he could only grit his teeth and say:

"Su Mu, don't be too proud too early. Isn't it just an off-trade bet? You'll take it all."

Those off-track bets were all Freud and the others' money, which had nothing to do with him.

Now that Ji Lengyu is involved, he is even more happy to see it happen.

The more you lose, the more convenient he will operate in secret.

But Su Mu smiled and shook his head:

"Haha, Son of Wind, are you mistaken?"

As soon as Su Mu said this, everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.

Especially when Feng Qingxuan looked at him, his eyes were very strict.

What's the meaning?

Does this kid have any other means?

Feng Siming looked at Su Mu, and a voice roared wildly in his heart.

Damn it!

I'll know.

Not that simple.

It must be like that again.

Su Mu looked at Feng Qingxuan with a smile, then shrugged and smiled:

"Our blood oath can be said to be explained. You three, and all the people behind you, must take off all of them."

Feng Qingxuan and others' faces suddenly stiffened.

Su Mu spread his palms very alone:

"So, from the moment I won, the clothes and shorts on your body, legally speaking, should belong to me."

Feng Qingxuan and others' hearts suddenly jumped, especially Feng Qingxuan's face, which became extremely ugly.

Ji Lengyu, who was on the other side, couldn't help but jumped hard.

How shameless, this move?

Damn something!

Feng Qingxuan is so angry.

It's a lot of calculations, but it's a little missing.

This is a completely fatal move.

Is this kind of face-saving thing actually very important?

It depends on who is right.

What is Feng Qingxuan’s identity?

The supreme son of the White Tiger clan.

How could he allow him to be stripped of his faces by a group of slaves and ants?

This humiliation will have the same impact on them.

From then on, they will become laughing stocks.

A Son of God has become a laughing stock?

This is equivalent to depriving them of the aura and privileges given to them by the attributes of the Son of God.

Then what if you think it's useless?

This is simply a matter of inheritance right?

The storage device in Su Mu's hand must have limited resources and there may not be anything good.

The best source liquid is not much even if there is one.

He gritted his teeth and could get this bet.

But Su Mu had no intention at all.

He just came to bet outside the bet according to the storage device he had agreed before.

Can you say that Su Mu did something wrong?

It's so good that he has a great conscience.

This is so fucking...!

It was Feng Qingxuan’s most worried about.

Thinking of standing here with all his hair, Feng Qingxuan felt numb in his scalp.

If you don’t want to lose money, you will have to take off all your money and run naked.

I don’t know why, but Ji Lengyu almost ran naked in front of Su Mu because Feng Qingxuan gave her some advice.

And now, the retribution has come to Feng Qingxuan.

That feeling.

Thinking of this, her heart suddenly felt like she had eaten ice cream during the summer.

And Su Mu obviously couldn't forget another thing.

That is...source liquid.

The source liquid left to him by Fat Master was only a small box.

But who told him to meet Ye Zu?

Only a genius knows how much benefit Su Mu got after his trip to Pampas.

What Su Youyi left for him was definitely not just a seed of strength.

No matter what the artworks, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings he got from the Alsace Secret Curry, or the terrifying secrets of gold.

Just talking about source fluid is enough to make people crazy.

In fact, he can now take out two thousand pieces.

One is counted as 200,000 mysterious gold coins, two thousand...!

The three major tribes must have the best source liquid, and the quantity is absolutely large.

However, until now, this thing has basically become a non-renewable resource, or in other words, the soul power on the earth and the best source liquid extracted are very small.

Therefore, the degree to which the three major tribes value this resource can be imagined.

Just because of Feng Qingxuan's identity, I have only missed the number of distributions for a year, I know how many treasures this thing is.

Even if Feng Qingxuan has the White Tiger Clan behind him, how many can he take out?

"Before taking off our clothes, we still... want to talk about this!"

Su Mu laughed and raised the source liquid in his hand.
To be continued...