Chen Feng glanced at him, with a cold expression, and without saying a word, he turned around and left.

The more Chen Feng did this, the more Yang Jingtian felt that he had suffered a great humiliation. He looked at Chen Feng with a distorted face, as if his eyes were about to burst into flames: "Chen Feng, wait for me!"

Two days later, the back mountain of the Neizong, surrounded by people in the life and death platform.

Almost all the disciples of the inner sect came, and even some disciples of the inner sect who were in seclusion and did not care about the world came to watch the battle this time.

The cliffs around the Life and Death Platform were filled with elders of the inner sect. There was no way. The battle between Chen Feng and Yang Jingtian was too loud. Their generation was called the Golden Generation, and today's duel is another duel among the strongest ones in the Golden Generation.

One of the Supreme Elders even publicly said that the battle between the two of them directly determines who will be the first person in Qianyuan Sect twenty years later.

Before the battle began, there was a constant debate behind it.

"Who can win?"

"It goes without saying that of course it's Yang Jingtian."

"Yes, I think so too. The Yang Jingtian family comes from a family with a profound background. His realm is almost no different from Chen Feng's realm. And behind him is the entire Yang family. What does Chen Feng have? He is just a poor boy with his master dead!"

"Yes, this is reasonable. When the strength of two people is similar, the magic weapons and magic pills on their bodies will become decisive factors."

The people who discussed this issue were more than a dozen senior disciples of the inner sect, all of whom had been in the inner sect for more than five years. They were not weak in strength, and they had rich combat experience, and their words were very experienced and convincing.

Everyone echoed.

At this moment, a cold and tender voice suddenly came from the side: "Chen Feng will definitely win."

Everyone looked at the sound and saw a woman slowly walking towards her. She was wearing a simple white plain clothes and was dragging a giant sword that was almost as big as hers in her hand. The giant sword broke out from the ground with a deep gully.

Seeing her coming, everyone couldn't help but give in, and the eyes of looking at him were filled with fear and unstoppable hostility.

The person who came was Shen Yanbing. Her face had returned to normal, and there were Han Yuer and others next to her. The two seemed to be intimate. Obviously, she and Han Yuer had already gotten along well in the past few days.

Shen Yanbing came to this person, stared at him, and said in a deep voice, "Chen Feng will definitely win!"

His expression was extremely serious, as if he was talking about something very pious, and his momentum was even more overwhelming. For a moment, no one dared to refute it.

After a while, a cold snorted disdain came from the side: "Hmph, it turns out that a poor family was born. He has never been in a noble family, nor has he seen any world. He doesn't know how important a rich family is."

Shen Yanbing didn't say a word, walked straight to him, held the big sword in his hand on the ground, and shouted in a deep voice: "Do you dare to face the challenge?"

The man was so scared that his face turned pale. Although he had been in the inner sect for four or five years, he was just the first level building in the Divine Gate Realm. That day, how could he dare to fight against her after seeing Shen Yanbing's performance on the life and death stage?

But he was not willing to admit his timidity.

At this time, Sun Hua suddenly came over and shouted loudly: "All bets, bets. Today there are only two ways to play, bets Chen Feng wins, and bets Yang Jingtian wins."

Shen Yanbing walked up to him, took an ordinary cloth bag, and untied it. She took out about thirty medium-grade spirit stones from it with precious land. For many disciples with wealth, thirty medium-grade spirit stones were not even enough to consume a month, but for Shen Yanbing, a poor disciple, this was all her wealth. She put all the medium-grade spirit stones in front of Sun Hua and said in a deep voice: "I will win by defeating Chen Feng."

When Han Yuer saw this scene, a hint of emotion flashed in her eyes. Other disciples from other foreign tribes all took out their spirit stones and said, "Let's bet on Senior Brother to win."

On the cliff, Old Xu sat on the chair with a leisurely look on his face. Looking at the scene below, he smiled at an old man next to him who was also gray-bearded and said, "This group of little guys value love and friendship, which is really good."

The old man next to him who was so white, sighed and said, "It's mainly because Chen Feng is the core, Chen Feng is good to them and convinces them, so that's how it is."

On the cliff opposite the two of them, there was also a group of outer sect elders surrounding a tall and burly old man talking. The old man looked quite old, but he was very energetic, and even half of his beard was black, with bright eyes and an unspeakable domineering aura on his body.
Chapter completed!