Chapter 1525: Silent slap, the most painful!

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When Ye Fan asked Elder Shang to keep zooming in on the wooden spirit bowl, even though the disciples from the outer courtyard who were onlookers did not say anything, they were filled with suspicion.

Are you kidding me?

It's not just plain water, where is such a big container needed?

However, in just a few seconds, Wushou Lingquan was like a pouring rain falling from the sky, filling a huge wooden spirit bowl.

This shocking scene caused a strong visual impact on everyone present.

The disciples in the outer courtyard were dumbfounded and dumbfounded, and their faces showed awkward expressions.

"Hey... pinch me, this is not an illusion, right?"

"Oh my God! How can so many Immaculate Spirit Springs?"

"What an amazing wealth this is!"

Everyone looked at Wumu Lingquan, as if they were looking at a golden and silver mountain.

Just a small cup of unsullied spirit spring is worth three or four hundred black profound stones, and how many black profound stones can be exchanged for such a large capacity?

Hundreds of thousands or millions?

Of course, no one would be stupid enough to exchange black profound stones for treasures of this level.

In most cases, they are used to exchange for treasures of the same level, such as heavenly weapons, heavenly powers, or all kinds of heavenly materials and earth treasures.

But in any case, based on this massive amount of unsullied spirit springs, Ye Fan's current worth is even much higher than that of Elder Shang.

Many aristocratic families who have passed on for thousands of years may not be comparable to him.

Suddenly, Ye Fan turned his head to look at the pity boy, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he sketched a joking smile, and said: "How about? These unsullied spirit springs can still be in your eyes?"

A few words, like an invisible slap, slammed the pity on the face.

Silent slap, the most painful!

The pity boy seemed to be greatly humiliated, his forehead was erected, his body trembled, but he couldn't even say a word.

No matter how unwilling he was, he still had to admit that his clouded leopard beast core was completely worthless compared with this massive innocent spirit spring.

In addition to unwillingness and anger, the pity boy was more upset.

If he was witty and returned to the valley at the time, then it is himself who has obtained the monstrous wealth.

It's a pity... there are not so many ifs in this world!

"Ahem!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan gave a light cough, then looked at Elder Shang and said: "If it weren’t for this trial, I wouldn’t be able to get so many unsullied spirit springs! So I decided to hand over half of the unsullied spirit springs. Zongmen!"

...

As soon as this remark came out, it was like a huge rock hitting the calm water surface, stirring up a thousand waves, causing an uproar in the arena.

"Really?!"

Elder Shang stared at Ye Fan, his eyes hot, ecstatic.

"Of course it's true!" Ye Fan nodded.

It's not how generous Ye Fan is.

The reason why he was willing to hand in half of Wushou Lingquan actually had his own plan.

Every husband is not guilty, but he is guilty!

The higher the monk's realm, the easier it is to breed inner demons, and the greater the demand for Unsullied Spirit Springs.

In the crowd, Ye Fan exposed that he had so many unsullied spirit springs, just like a three-year-old child holding gold to go through the market, very swaggering.

If this news spreads out, it will bring disaster to oneself.

Although Ye Fan's strength is good, but the strong in Yunhai Xianmen is like a cloud, and a mixed bag.

If a certain elder of the Tribulation Period wants it, he dare not give it?

Because of this, Ye Fan took the initiative to hand in half to the sect. Although it hurts, it was equivalent to giving himself a talisman.

Be soft!

Yunhai Xianmen received such a great benefit, naturally he would not treat him badly.

In the long run, this "deal" not only does not lose, but also makes a lot of money!

At least in the eyes of high-level officials, Ye Fan made a huge contribution to the sect, and his future development is naturally different from other disciples.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The elder Shang said repeatedly and excitedly: "It is not easy for you to have this kind of heart! I will personally report this matter to the Sovereign Lord and show my merits for you!"

"That's right!" Ye Fan suddenly said: "Elder Shang, there is one more thing that needs you to be a witness!"

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"Before, my friend had a bet with Playboy! As long as I come back alive and the result is better than him, he will cut off his head and kick me as a ball! Now I can do it, but he seems If you want to shame, please ask Elder Shang to call the shots!" Ye Fanshu said.

Hearing these words, the elder Shang turned his head to look at the pity boy, his eyes were like electricity, and he said sharply:

"Lianhua, what's the matter?"

Although the sound is not loud, it contains monstrous coercion, like a big mountain pressing on his chest.

The pity boy suddenly turned pale, and was startled in a cold sweat. He shook his head and argued: "Elder, I...I'm just kidding, how can this kind of thing be taken seriously?"

"Humph!" Ye Fan sneered: "You didn't say that before, and all the fellow juniors in the field can testify for me!"

As soon as the voice fell, many disciples around the outer courtyard responded.

"Yes!"

"Speaking is nothing, what a man!"

"Brother Lianhua, don't make me look down on you!"

Hearing these discussions, Elder Shang's expression became more gloomy.

You know, Pity Boy is ranked second in the outer courtyard, specializing in spirituality, very talented, and even an inner courtyard elder is quite interested in him.

If he can pass the next assessment and enter the inner courtyard, he might be directly accepted by the inner courtyard elder and become a true disciple.

In other cases, Elder Shang will definitely take pity on Playboy.

However, Ye Fan was the speaker, so it was very different.

Just now, Ye Fan very generously handed over half of Wushou Lingquan to the sect. This is a great feat!

At this moment, Ye Fan's weight in Elder Shang's heart is obviously much heavier than that of Lian Dan.

What's more... This bet was originally promised by the pity boy.

Ye Fan did not ask for any favoritism, only a fairness.

Thinking of this, the elder Shang looked straight at Lian Dan, and said: "Lian Hua, I would like to accept the bet. This is the rule, cash the bet!"

Hearing this, the pity boy couldn't calm down anymore and let out a high-pitched scream:

"I am the most outstanding Tianjiao in the outer courtyard. How can you do this? And it will not be long before the next assessment. If my body is damaged, my realm cultivation level will be greatly reduced, and it will even affect the results of the next assessment!"

"Wait a minute, I will work with several other elders to reshape your body!" Elder Shang said solemnly, with an extremely strong tone.

"I'm not convinced!" The pity boy gritted his teeth: "You are partial to Ye Fan. I'm going to the inner courtyard. The elders complain!"

This threat, instead of making Elder Shang fearful, aroused his anger instead.

"presumptuous!"

The elder Shang glared and shouted: "Asshole, don't think that you can dominate the Yunhai Immortal Gate by relying on your good talent! The old man is not afraid of the shadow crooked, let alone the inner courtyard. Elder, even if you sue the suzerain. , The old man is not afraid! Now, either you take the initiative to honor the bet, or the old man takes your life by himself!!!"

"boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, the elder Shang's clothes were windless, and the vast and majestic power erupted in his body, like a dragon overwhelming the river and attacking the pity boy.

The atmosphere in the court suddenly became tense and tense.

Although the pity boy possesses the realm of the second transformation of the **** of transformation, he still doesn't look enough in front of the elder Shang of the 9th transformation of the god.

In an instant, he was trembling all over, like a lone boat in a violent storm, vacillating, and might be swallowed at any time!

He had a strong hunch that if he didn't fulfill his promise, Elder Shang would really do it.

"Elder, I was wrong...I will do it!"

The pity boy immediately acknowledged the counsel, summoned a sharp sword, slowly put it on his neck.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at Ye Fan again, with a humiliating and resentful look on his face. It was the first time in his life that he suffered such a big loss.

"Ye Fan, you won today, but this is not over, you wait for me!"

Under the attention of all the people, the pity boy endured the unprecedented humiliation, slammed his heart, holding a sharp sword, and stabbing him in his neck.

"Stab!"

With a stern sound, red blood splashed out, shocking.

"thump!"

A few seconds later, the head of the pity boy fell to the ground, rolling all the way to Ye Fan's feet.