Sheng Lei made a gesture of false pressure to everyone and continued to defend: "I know it's not easy for everyone. Otherwise, I will set three gears and everyone can choose!"
"Three gears?"
"Well, they are thirty taels, one hundred taels and one thousand taels respectively."
"One thousand taels! This is too expensive!" Everyone thought it was too outrageous when they heard the one thousand taels. Before, it was one hundred taels, so why did it suddenly appear as one thousand taels?
However, Shenglei shook his head disapprovingly of these doubts.
"Everyone, it's not that I want to collect money. The main reason is that the strong man's stream is burning money every moment when it is running. We are already very conscientious."
"Of course, I think you all know better than me that you get what you pay for. The functions that can be turned on in each gear are also different. But you can rest assured that since I have sworn to the law of heaven before, then
It is still valid, as long as those who have passed the Stream of the Strong can still enter Liuyun Sect."
Hearing Sheng Lei's reassurance, everyone finally couldn't sit still. The young man carrying the sword before was the first to say: "Senior, I'm going to try one hundred taels!"
As the young man carrying the sword handed the one hundred taels of silver notes to the hand of Sheng Lei, the latter's eyes suddenly lit up, he took out a gong from nowhere, and started to shout while beating the gong.
"The first young warrior is invited! Clear the way for the young warrior!"
The two people who were guarding the Stream of the Strong also immediately retreated to both sides and made an invitation gesture to the young man carrying the sword. The young man did not hesitate and jumped into it.
"Do you think he can pass?"
"It should be possible. He is already at the Hundred Refining Realm, and his spiritual roots also have weapon talents. If he can't pass, there are not many of us who can."
However, people's discussion had just begun when they saw a figure flying out of the Stream of the Strong. Wasn't it the young man? The young man fell into the crowd and looked at the Stream of the Strong who had expelled him with a look of horror on his face.
, after staring for a long time, he looked at Sheng Lei, who looked innocent, and finally sighed and left without looking back.
"Oh, what a pity. The first challenger failed. Who is the second one?"
Although the first person failed, everyone still refused to give up. Instead, it aroused the fighting spirit of many people, and they immediately rushed to participate first.
"I'll do it! I'll try thirty taels."
"I'll go first! I want to challenge one hundred taels."
Seeing everyone swarming in, Sheng Lei was so happy that he couldn't even close his mouth.
"Okay, don't worry, everyone has a share. Please line up in a line and register with me one by one."
"One hundred taels, the second young hero thirty taels, hey, the third one"
Ning Feng took advantage of his small size and secretly inserted himself into a relatively forward position. There were only a dozen people in front of him. However, what Ning Feng didn't expect was that these dozen people were gone faster than he expected.
In less than half a stick of incense, they were all thrown out one after another, and no one could pass.
"Is it so difficult to pass?" When Ning Feng was thinking, it was already his turn.
"Hey, a little young hero is here, do you want to experience something?" The scholar-like young man looked at Ning Feng and said with a smile.
Ning Feng nodded: "Well, can you join Liuyun Sect through this?"
"It's not certain, but at least 80% of the people who pass will be able to enter Liuyun Sect."
"Okay, then I want to give it a try. I must join the Liuyun Sect!"
The words of a child like Ning Feng were like a joke to other people's ears, and there was laughter from behind.
"Kid, you'd better stop wasting your money. It would be great if you have the money to go back and buy candies."
"Hey, I bet that he can't even make it through thirty taels. Who would bet with me? How about losing one for thirty taels, ten for one hundred taels, and one hundred for one thousand taels?"
"You are betting on who will play with you. If you have the ability, bet he can survive."
"Hahaha, I'm not stupid."
Ning Feng heard the ridicule coming from behind. He turned around suddenly and came to the young man who said that he could not make it past thirty taels. That was a young man who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old. He had a healthy body at a young age.
With his bronze complexion and short, sleek hair, he looked energetic. The only regret was that there was a scar under his right eye, which somewhat affected his handsome face.
Ning Feng came to the man, took out a dozen banknotes from his arms without saying a word, and swung it hard in the young man's face with a wave of his hand.
"Five thousand taels, bet I can pass the challenge of one thousand taels!"
The young man was dumped with money by Ning Feng, who was younger than him. He was originally very angry, but when he heard Ning Feng's words clearly, the expression on his face suddenly became extremely wonderful, the kind that wanted to laugh but was afraid of laughing.
It feels like making a sound, where can I find this kind of taken advantage of?
The onlookers nearby saw this and hurriedly spoke out to dissuade him.
"Silly boy, don't be so impulsive. Even if you have money, you won't waste it like this."
However, Ning Feng has always had a stubborn temper, and he would never listen to other people's dissuasion: "I'm going to bet with him!"
"Hey, why don't you listen to my advice?" Some people were worried for Ning Feng, while others sighed for him.
As for the young man who was betting against Ning Feng, after he calmly counted the banknotes, he said slowly: "Do you want to bet? If not, then don't mind your own business. This kid is willing to bet with me."
Although others were very angry, they were not fools. How could anyone be willing to do such an obvious thing of giving money? They could only shake their heads and say nothing.
Seeing that the others were silent, the bronze-skinned young man smiled at Ning Feng and said, "Boy, you are the one who wanted to bet with me. There are so many people watching. If you lose, don't say that I bullied you."
Ning Feng glanced at him and snorted coldly: "You should think about what you can do with me if you lose!"
The young man seemed to have heard a big joke. He held his stomach and laughed while saying: "If you win, I will be your bull and horse for the rest of my life."
"Then just wait and eat grass!"
After leaving these words, Ning Feng came to Sheng Lei, took out two thousand taels of silver notes from his arms, slapped them on the table and said: "Senior brother, I want to challenge the one thousand taels, and by the way, there are one thousand taels."
Please be a notary for us."
Sheng Lei's eyes widened when he saw the banknotes on the table. After he carefully checked that there was nothing wrong with the banknotes, he smiled so hard that the corners of his mouth almost broke to his ears.
"No problem, no problem. If you have any orders, young master, just tell me. I will take care of everything."
After saying that, Sheng Lei hurriedly shouted to the two gatekeepers at the edge of the Stream of the Strong: "What are you two doing standing there in a daze! Hurry up and receive the distinguished guests!"
The serious faces of the two people were also full of smiles at this time. The two of them were short, trying to keep themselves at the same height as Ning Feng, making a "please" gesture cordially, and saying in unison: "Please"
The young master has entered the stream of the strong."
As the voices of the two men rang out, the Stream of the Strong suddenly glowed brightly, and powerful pressure surged out of it.
"This is the stream of a thousand taels of strong men. It is indeed much stronger." This thought appeared in everyone's mind at the same time, but for the young man who was gambling with Ning Feng, this was definitely great news.
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Ning Feng stood in front of the Stream of the Strong. The pressure coming from it at this moment gave him an almost suffocating sense of oppression. He, who had always been so confident, couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart: "I didn't expect this thousand taels."
The stream of strong men is so much stronger than before, can I pass it?"
"No, it's not about whether I can, it's about how I have to go. I will definitely join Liuyun Sect!" Ning Feng secretly encouraged himself, and his eyes became much firmer because of this. Ning Feng no longer gave himself a chance to think too much.
Because hesitation will make him more uneasy.
"gone!"
Ning Feng stepped into it and immediately felt that the air around him had become turbid. The rich earth element was pulling on his body like a swamp. At the same time, a repulsive force came on Ning Feng. He thought
Push him out of here.
However, when Ning Feng felt this force, he was stunned for a moment. Then he stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and said to himself: "Is this it? Why is it not as strong as the pressure he received outside?"
While thinking about it, Ning Feng began to stride forward, as if the forces that repelled him didn't exist.
At the same time, the people queuing up outside were all looking at the Stream of the Strong with dumbfounded eyes. They originally thought that Ning Feng would be ejected when he entered, but they didn't expect that not only did he not eject, but he also went deeper and deeper into the stream in the blink of an eye.
The back can no longer be seen.
"Isn't that kid really able to survive?" With the first voice, there will naturally be a second and third voice. These voices are like a heavy hammer hitting the young man who is betting against Ning Feng.
, at this moment, he closed his eyes tightly and kept mumbling: "I must not let him pass, or I will be doomed!"
No wonder the young man was so nervous. He was born in poverty. Thanks to his excellent spiritual roots, he was able to enjoy the subsidies provided by the city to make his life a little easier, but his family was still not rich. The young man knew that if he wanted to make his family better, he could only
It was only possible to become a disciple of a sect like Liuyun Sect, so I borrowed 200 taels from the surrounding neighbors for travel expenses.
But if Ning Feng passes away, how can he compensate for the five hundred thousand? He can only sell himself to Ning Feng as he said.
"He will definitely not be able to get through! There is no way he can get through!"
Just when the cry in the young man's heart reached its peak, a gong sound suddenly sounded, and the scholar-looking young man was beating the gong and saying with a smile.
"Congratulations to the young master for successfully breaking through the 1,000-tael difficulty of the Strong Man's Stream! What a joy and congratulations!"
As soon as this voice came out, the young man felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body swayed and he fell down.
However, the young man was caught before he fell down. The one who caught him was Sheng Lei, who smiled at the young man with a kind face.
"This young hero, as your notary, would you like to pay or sell yourself?"
When he heard this, the young man's eyes went dark and he fainted completely.