"Tie them as animals..."

The noisy support from the many disciples of Qianji Sect not only made the elders of other sects look ugly, but even the heads of the peaks of Qianji Sect were a little embarrassed.

Over the years, because Qianji Sect has the background of the Central Plains Spirit Realm, friction with major sects often occurred in the Yuansheng Dynasty, which also led to xenophobia among some disciples.

Just as the leader of Qianji Sect Ruan Ning stood up and wanted to suppress the excitement of many disciples watching the life-and-death battle, Chen Feng raised his arms and slowly lowered it, gradually calming down the craze outside the Dragon Stage.

"Thank you all for coming to watch this genius show your power. I would like to ask all those who have money to support you, and those who have no money to support you. I believe that your classmates will not see you in vain, do you? You don't think there is less spirit stone, and I don't think there are too many two or three. Please donate generously to make me even more excited..." Chen Feng bowed to the four sides and said, almost without making everyone's chins clang to the ground.

The booed many disciples as scheduled, making Tu Daxue wished he could strangle Chen Feng to death on the spot.

"I knew it would be like this!"

Hao Deyong smiled bitterly and looked at Peng Youwei and his brothers, and his old face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

"Why are you still standing there? Go up and collect the spirit stones."

Seeing Chen Meng's silly look, Chen Feng took out a Jufeng pocket and threw it away. While enlarging his pocket, he had already pulled Chen Meng to walk around the nine-clawed dragon floating outside the dragon stage.

To many people's surprise, after Chen Feng was shameless and asked for the viewing fee, although he was booed, someone really threw out the spirit stone.

"Do it well, give some amazing moves..."

"This senior brother is so generous. If you want to see those pretenders say nothing, I will meet your requirements." Chen Feng smiled and thanked a man who took out three low-level spirit stones, as if he was treating him like a god.

Driven by some disciples, a small rain of spirit stones fell into Jufeng's pocket on the Nine-Clawed Panlong.

Seeing Chen Feng keep holding his fists and bowing, his face full of joy, Hao Deyong and several disciples from Tianjunfeng lineage were completely stupid outside the Dragon Stage, as if they had lost their thinking ability.

"How could there be such a scum? It's so embarrassing!"

Lin Xiangqiao, the first seat of the Pilgrimage Peak, was extremely embarrassed at this time and couldn't help but whisper annoyance.

"I don't think that for some disciples, they might not take a low-level spirit stone too seriously, but so many people watched it, it was cheaper for that shameless guy. The benefits involved in this life-and-death battle are probably far more than that simple!" Ruan Yun looked at Chen Feng who was jumping up and down, and a strange look appeared in her eyes.

"Fengzi, this time it's really..."

After the spirit stone rain, Chen Meng was a little uncomfortable in speaking.

"Since I want to harm me, it's time to get some benefits." As Jufeng's pocket closed and shrank, the inappropriate smile on Chen Feng's face also faded.

Since he arrived at the Dragon Stage, although Chen Feng looked indifferent on the surface, he was always secretly feeling the aura of a feminine young group.

Looking around, there were six people on the other side, feminine young man, ugly man, and extremely old man in yellow robe. Chen Feng had seen them in the mansion.

That bitch Xue Mingyu had long disappeared at this time. As for the other three people in the other camp, Chen Feng guessed that they should be the most famous disciple of the Yuansheng Dynasty.

As if affected by Chen Feng's expression, the entire dragon stage became silent for a moment, and everyone could feel the atmosphere of a war that was about to break out.
Chapter completed!