Peerless Soul Emperor

Ten times, three billion! A Heavenly Soul Realm expert's wealth generally ranged from one to two billion.

The Old Devil Kunlun was at the second level of the Golden Dragon Realm, and he had at least five billion yuan.

He was actually willing to spend most of his wealth in exchange for a maid. It could be seen that the upper echelons valued the half-demon maid very highly.

"No!" The same word was spat out from Ye Feng's mouth.

Spiritual Master Yang Ming, who was sitting on one side, gulped his saliva and said, "Senior Ye, that is three billion! Ten times the original number. "

As far as he was concerned, this deal wasn't a loss.

But in Ye Feng's eyes, how could martial arts resources be measured by money? Moreover, after mastering the spatial inscription, the amount of money he had was only a number.

Ye Feng's firm attitude made the old devil slightly angry. He thought to himself, why would he reject a Gold Dragon Realm expert?

"Since it is the treasure of Fellow Ye, then this old man will not force you!" Martial Arts Competition is still about ten days away, why did Fellow Daoist come here so early? " The Old Devil changed the topic.

"I'm here to find a lucky chance and prepare to step into the peak of this realm!" Ye Feng said.

After six cups, the wine had gone through three rounds. Adept Yang Ming was responsible for arranging lodging for him, as well as giving him a map of the Heavenly Palace in Mount Kunlun. There are places up there that you can go, places that you can't go to.

Ye Feng was too lazy to check any of the sect's secrets.

On the way to the Colosseum, Feng Ziran said, "Master, Zi Ran really isn't worth three billion!"

Ye Feng looked at her and said: "In my eyes, you are not only a maid, but also a battle partner! A warrior abandoning his battle partner is considered to be a disgrace. "

Just like a beast tamer's mount, if the beast tamer dies, the mount will also die! If the mount died, the Beastmaster would leave the martial world.

This was the affection Beastmasters had for magical beasts, both of these were indispensable.

Feng Ziran was moved. He wanted to hug this handsome master, but he didn't dare.

Although he was usually easy to get along with, as his subordinate, he had to constantly tighten the string.

The dojo at the peak was very wide, enough to fit a hundred thousand people.

It was as if a mountain had been cleaved flat and the center was hollowed out. The Colosseum in the center was the Colosseum.

In principle, both parties were forbidden to enter the Colosseum before the start of the duel to prevent them from secretly messing with each other.

Previously, the White browed Taoist had greeted him, so when Ye Feng came up, no one dared to stop him.

In next to no time, the two of them stood at the edge of the highest level of the Colosseum, looking down upon the entire huge, funnel-shaped plaza.

"Master, what are we doing here?" Feng Ziran did not understand.

"Of course I'm here to fight!"

"Fight against who?"

Defeating others was not the strongest. Only by defeating oneself could one break through the limit and reach a new height!

"Master always says things that Zi Ran doesn't understand!" Feng Ziran pursed his lips.

"You will understand in the future! But it seems like there's a guy waiting for us down there! "

Ye Feng took a step forward and jumped down from the sky. He easily landed on the arena a hundred meters below.

At this moment, the person sitting on the stage slowly opened his eyes, exuding an intense killing intent.

"Ye Feng, you and I are both at the Greater Celestial level, let's compete in the Colosseum!" The person who lost, automatically left Lin Xuan! " Chu Haotian sneered.

He was at the peak of the Greater celestial level, how could he lose?

"Come! The loser will leave Lin Xuan. " He chuckled.