621: C621 No Credibility to Speak of

C621 No Credibility to Speak of

This result was something none of the Cultivators had expected!

They had all thought that the victor of this battle would be Ma Feng, who had a higher level of strength. However, they had never expected that this bone formation would actually have such a terrifying speed!

Especially the scene where the Bone Forming Shoes exploded just now, it was even more shocking!

At this moment, a nose-stinging acidic smell filled the entire place!

All the Cultivators' expressions immediately changed. They pinched their noses and said, "Damn your bones, quickly put on your shoes. How long has it been since you last washed your feet!?"

The bones on the stage awkwardly rubbed the back of his head and said, "I've been wearing these shoes since I was fifteen years old. It's been ten years since I last took them off, but it feels so good to take them off! "

"Put them on!"

" If you don't put them on, I'll kill you! "

"No, I'm going to die! I think I saw someone come to pick me up. Jumping and jumping. . . "

. . .

Under the scolding of all the Cultivators, Cheng Gu took out a pair of iron shoes that looked exactly the same and put them on his feet!

At this moment, Nine Elder came onto the stage with an ugly expression. He struck out with his palm, dispersing the smell. Only then did he announce with a livid face, "Cheng Gu wins!"

There were no cheers coming from the world. All the Cultivators were looking at Pei Feiyu at the same time!

Pei Feiyu's face was ashen. He could feel the gazes of all the Cultivators looking at him. He wished he could find a crack in the ground and hide in it, not coming out for decades!

However, the corner of Chen Feng's mouth was slightly raised at this moment. He said, "How is it? Pei Feiyu, does the bet still count?"

At this moment, Pei Feiyu wished he could strangle Chen Feng to death, but he still shamelessly said, "The competition for the Newcomer King is supposed to be a matter of life and death. How can the bet be counted?"

After Chen Feng said this, he instantly felt the gazes of the surrounding Cultivator turning disdainful!

"F * ck! Are you so shameless?! Pei Feiyu?"

Zhuge Ge immediately stood up and pointed at Pei Feiyu's nose and said, "If my boss loses this match, will you still say that the bet cannot be counted?"

Pei Feiyu's face turned extremely pale. He gritted his teeth and pretended to be magnanimous. "Yes. After all, this is a matter of life and death. I want to kill Chen Feng fair and square. I won't use the name of the bet to kill him!"

"What the f * ck! Shameless!"

Zhuge Ge gave a thumbs up and said, "Pei Feiyu, you're this. In terms of shamelessness, even Lord Fatty can't compare to you! You can do it! "

Zhuge Ge did not know how to say Pei Feiyu right now. Such a shameless person, killing him 30 times wouldn't be too much!

The corner of Chen Feng's mouth raised slightly, "Since you don't want to abide by the bet, there's nothing we can do about it, but. . . "

Chen Feng said, then he smiled maliciously and said, "Although you don't follow the rules of the bet, my goal has been achieved!"

"What goal?" Zhang Jiuling asked curiously.

"Of course, it's to let all the Senior Brother present know that this Pei Feiyu is a man with no credibility. Ah! Hahahaha! "

Chen Feng laughed loudly and said, "Pei Feiyu, this slave of the three surnames, is indeed real!"

" That's right! Pei Feiyu was shameless! He has no credibility to speak of!"

" I really can't tell that Pei Feiyu is actually such a person who pretends to be a dog! "

"Pui! What the hell!"1

. . .

All the Cultivators looked at Pei Feiyu with disdain and cursed.

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