C100 sword forest Bet

Hearing Yuwen Batian's words, many disciples became suspicious, but when they looked towards Yuwen Batian's direction, they realised that Yuwen Batian was squinting his eyes and staring at him.

"Senior Brother Yuwen, the A Level 4 Talent Warrior in the Sword Dao you're talking about is Fang Chen, right?" Some disciples asked.

Some disciples knew that Fang Chen was a Level 4 Inherent skill in the way of the sword.

"That's right." Yuwen Batian said.

Hearing Yuwen Batian's words, some disciples sneered: "Senior Brother Yuwen, you're overpraising Fang Chen, he just killed a single Long Jun, it's not really a big deal, even though they are both A Level 4 Talent Warrior in the Sword Dao, but the difference between you and him is who knows how many levels."

"That's right. He has a level 4 talent in the way of the sword. Without strength, it's impossible for him to travel further in the sword forest."

"Even if he enters the sword forest, he won't be able to surpass the record set by the Senior Brother Yuwen."

A few disciples started to support and belittle Yuwen Batian.

Yuwen Batian squinted his eyes, looked at Fang Chen and asked: "Fang Chen, do you dare to bet with me?"

Hearing Yuwen Batian's words, Fang Chen raised his eyebrows, and said: "What bet?"

He would never forget the humiliation Yuwen Batian had given him back then in the Primary zone.

Today, he would return it a hundredfold.

Back then, Fang Chen's strength was not as strong as Yuwen Batian's, but as time passed, his strength gradually caught up to Yuwen Batian's.

"We are both A Level 4 Talent Warrior in the Sword Dao. If our gifts are the same, let's see if you can surpass me in sword forest." Yuwen Batian laughed.

"What about the stakes?" Fang Chen asked coldly.

Although he did not know how far he could go in sword forest, he could not lose in terms of momentum.

"It's just a small fight, how about a hundred Ten Thousand Middle Grade Spirit Stones?" Yuwen Batian laughed sinisterly.

"Alright."

After Fang Chen finished speaking, he immediately turned around and submerged into the sword forest.

Looking at Fang Chen's back figure, a trace of killing intent flashed across Yuwen Batian's eyes.

The reason why he made the bet with Fang Chen was to agitate Fang Chen. If he went a little further, once he exceeded his limit, he would definitely suffer from the backlash from the sword forest, and at that time, even if he didn't die, he would still be severely injured.

"Senior Brother Yuwen, it's simply impossible for Fang Chen to win against you."

"That's right, although we are both from A Level 4 Talent Warrior in the Sword Dao, Fang Chen is truly inferior to you."

"If Fang Chen can go farther than Senior Brother Yuwen, I'll just directly smash myself to death." Many disciples did not believe that Fang Chen could win this round.

However, at this moment, the moment Fang Chen stepped into the sword forest, he immediately felt an ancient aura.

"The Sword Truth Breath is very rich."

Fang Chen looked around, in the entire sword forest, all he could see were long swords stabbed into the ground, some were broken swords, some were rusty swords, in short, the entire sword forest was made up of long swords.

"I wonder what happened here in the ancient times to cause such a strange sword forest to appear." Fang Chen said.

After stepping into the sword forest, Fang Chen felt the pressure of the Sword Qi from all directions, which continuously surrounded his body.

Step by step, with every step he took, Fang Chen felt the pressure grow stronger.

Fortunately, Fang Chen's understanding towards the way of the sword, was not something ordinary people could compare to.

Sou sou sou …

In a few moments, Fang Chen was already five meters ahead, but his speed was not affected in the slightest. If the disciples outside knew about this, they would definitely be so shocked that their jaws dropped.

"It doesn't seem that difficult."

Fang Chen thought to himself as he continued moving forward.

Six meters, seven meters, eight meters … Ten meters.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Chen had already traveled ten meters away. At this moment, Fang Chen finally felt the pressure and his speed had slowed down as well.

"If I were to cultivate it here, I would definitely be able to complete it in the shortest amount of time." Fang Chen slightly said.

A warrior could not stay in the sword forest for too long, so Fang Chen immediately stopped thinking about it and continued to move forward.

When Fang Chen reached twenty meters, his entire body was suppressed by the Sword Qi and he was unable to move anymore.

"Dammit, is he really going to lose?" Fang Chen roared in frustration.

Inside the sword forest, sword aura surged, as though one could hear the cries of experts from the Primordial Era. Fang Chen's body seemed to be imprisoned in the air, he was not moving at all.

"I have already reached my limit. If I continue to move forward, I will definitely suffer a backlash." Fang Chen thought.

However, if he were to give up just like that, his bet with Yuwen Batian would be considered a complete loss.

"No …" I cannot lose to Yuwen Batian. "

Suddenly, Fang Chen shouted in his heart.

It was also at this moment that the golden heart began to beat rapidly within his body. In the next moment, a strange scene occurred.

The sword Qi within the sword forest was continuously being absorbed by the golden heart, allowing Fang Chen to feel at ease for an instant.

"It's a golden heart."

Fang Chen sensed the changes in his surroundings and was overjoyed. He immediately took a step forward and continued to move forward.

The golden heart continued to absorb the Sword Qi from the sword forest, allowing Fang Chen to advance easily. However, what Fang Chen did not notice was …

As the golden heart beat faster, the swords that were stabbed into the ground in the sword forest seemed to move.

Their swords tilted towards Fang Chen slightly, as though they were worshipping him, but unfortunately, Fang Chen did not notice any of their movements.

"I wonder what's going on with this golden heart" Fang Chen whispered as he walked.

With the help of the golden heart, Fang Chen felt that his speed had reached its limit.

In a moment, Fang Chen had surpassed Yuwen Batian's record, but at this time, Fang Chen still did not stop.

Within the sword forest, countless sword auras continuously crowded toward Fang Chen as he advanced quickly.

Finally, after an hour, Fang Chen stopped in his tracks.

Because, at this moment, Fang Chen had already reached the end of the sword forest.

Walking to the end of sword forest was something that had never happened before in the history of Divine Wind Sword Mansion. If the disciples in the outside world were to know about this, they would definitely be shocked.

At this time, in the outside world, many disciples had doubtful expressions. Fang Chen had already been inside the sword forest for an hour, why had he not come out yet?

"It's already been an hour. Logically speaking, he should have already come out."

"Could he have died inside the sword forest?"

"He definitely wants to surpass the Senior Brother Yuwen, but is unable to do so. He is trapped within the sword forest."

"Hmph, trying to surpass the Senior Brother Yuwen with this kind of trash. What a joke." Many disciples were discussing among themselves.

As for Yuwen Batian, his expression was indifferent, and there was a complicated expression in his eyes, as if he was pondering about something.

However, just as everyone was discussing, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of sword forest. Everyone looked over and realised it was Fang Chen.

"Hmm? Fang Chen came out. " A disciple shouted.

The other disciples looked at Fang Chen with ridiculing expressions, wanting to know just how many meters Fang Chen had advanced.

"Fang Chen, I thought you died in sword forest." Yuwen Batian spoke first.

"You're not dead yet. How could I?" Fang Chen retaliated.

"How many meters did you walk?" Yuwen Batian asked.

"No more, no less, twenty-six meters." Fang Chen laughed.

Hearing Fang Chen's words, Yuwen Batian's face slightly changed. He did not believe that Fang Chen was able to move twenty-six meters; he must be lying.

"You're lying. With your strength, how could you possibly advance twenty-six meters?" Yuwen Batian said coldly.

"Fang Chen, you aren't afraid of losing, are you? If you can advance twenty-six meters, I can definitely advance thirty meters. "

"That's right, Fang Chen, your character is really problematic. Losing is losing, why would you lie?"

"Hmph, I don't want to be associated with this kind of people."

"Fang Chen, a loss is a loss. A hundred Ten Thousand Middle Grade Spirit Stones, this is what you owe Senior Brother Yuwen."

Hearing that the disciples were defending Yuwen Batian, Fang Chen's face revealed a mocking expression, and said: "On what basis do you think I did not reach twenty-six meters?"

Hearing that, everyone was also startled, saying that Fang Chen did not reach 26 metres was their guess, and they had no proof.

"Although we don't have any evidence, you can't prove that you advanced twenty-six meters." A disciple said.

Fang Chen didn't pay attention to the surrounding disciples. He looked at Yuwen Batian and asked solemnly: "Do you think so too?"

Hearing that, Yuwen Batian said slightly: "Since you have made a bet, then the victor must be decided. It was my negligence in the beginning, resulting in you being unable to prove your result."

Pausing for a moment, Yuwen Batian continued: "Every meter has a long sword stuck into the ground, and at the place where the long sword is located, there are some spiritual herbs. I will first take out a spiritual herb to prove my result, then you can go in."

Hearing Yuwen Batian's words, all the disciples nodded their heads, this was the best method so far.

"Alright."

Fang Chen nodded and said.

Yuwen Batian quickly entered the sword forest, and came out after a while. When he came out, he was holding onto a purple spirit grass, the Purple Spirit Grass.

"This is Purple Spirit Grass, a Purple Spirit Grass that is only present twenty-five meters away. This should be enough proof of my result right?" Yuwen Batian held onto a stalk of Purple Soul Grass and said with a grin.

Fang Chen did not speak, and also dived head first into the sword forest.

After a while, Fang Chen returned from the sword forest, only that he was holding onto a small stalk of withered yellow grass in his hand.

"Yellow Cloud Grass." Fang Chen said as he took out the withered yellow grass.

"Senior Brother Yuwen, is this a Spirit Grass from twenty-six meters away?" Some disciples asked. They were weak and had not reached twenty-five meters, so it was impossible for them to see the situation at twenty-six meters. That was why they asked Yuwen Batian.

When he saw the withered yellow grass in Fang Chen's hands, Yuwen Batian's face darkened and his heart was filled with unwillingness.

"How is this possible?" Yuwen Batian cried out involuntarily.

Hearing Yuwen Batian's words, all the disciples were shocked, had Fang Chen really reached the 26th meter of sword forest, and surpassed Yuwen Batian?

Thinking about that, everyone inhaled a deep breath of cold air and could not help but look at Fang Chen.

At this time, Fang Chen reached out his hand, and said with a grin: "Give me one hundred Ten Thousand Middle Grade Spirit Stones."