"That's right! Now, Brother Wan Qihong challenges you, do you dare to accept the challenge? If not, you will slap yourself in the face!"

"In my opinion, this Lingtian episode is just lip service!"

…

A group of young disciples from the Wanqi family had been holding back their anger because of Duan Lingtian's provocation. Now that they had the opportunity to vent their anger, they naturally would not miss the opportunity.

As for the Chunyang Sect, there was a collective silence at the moment.

It's not that they don't want to help Duan Lingtian, but they don't know how to help?

Is it possible that Duan Lingtian is cheering and shouting now to fight Wan Qihong and defeat Wan Qihong?

In their view, this is impossible and nothing short of a fantasy!

Ye Tong, the Jingxu elder of the Cangjian branch, also frowned slightly at this time.

Just when he wanted to say something, Duan Lingtian spoke next, "Wan Qihong, do you want to challenge me?"

Duan Lingtian's eyes narrowed into slits, but the faint smile remained on his face.

"Do you dare to challenge?"

Wan Qihong sneered.

At this time, Wan Qijue, who was standing beside Wan Qihong, no longer had the previous anger on his face. He glanced at Xuan Sun beside him, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Previously, he had realized that it was not appropriate for him to interfere in the younger generation's fight.

Therefore, he mentioned his great-great-grandson in words.

And now, his great-great-grandson has not let him down after all!

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Duan Lingtian opened his narrowed eyes and yawned lazily, "However, if I, Duan Lingtian, fight with trash, if there is no chance of winning, I won't bother to agree or take action."

"If I have that free time, I might as well go back and take a nap."

As soon as Duan Lingtian said this, the sneer on Wan Qihong's face became even worse, "What kind of bonus do you want?"

In his opinion, Duan Lingtian's mention of this was equivalent to giving him something... In this case, what could he refuse?

"Coming!"

At this moment, Zhen Pingfan's heart was agitated, but on the surface he was trying to stay calm, and he was constantly reminding himself:

Zhen Pingfan, calm, calm...

Isn't it just a half-soul high-grade artifact?

It’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s really nothing…

"Duan Lingtian, let's forget it."

Zhen Pingfan, who was trying to keep his expression natural, shook his head and sighed, and said to Duan Lingtian: "If you want to bet with him, don't worry about it for a while."
Chapter completed!