"Haha! Junior brother, you always bring us surprises. That's great!" Li Zhengxuan laughed aloud.
He really has gone crazy…
Li Fengying shook her head and turned to leave. If they were to bet then so be it, it was not her money anyway.
The Dongfu sword-testing conference was officially about to begin. In the past, not everyone was that interested in this competition, but the stakes that had arisen from the betting scene made the competition very popular. The number of cultivators who came to watch was so great that it left people dumbfounded.
The gap between the two sides was huge, yet the number of spirit crystals involved in the betting scene was so much that it immediately made the match particularly interesting to watch.
Anyone who heard about the bets became curious as to know how many moves Li Ming could last.
How many moves could he last?
How long could he last?