"Junior Brother Feipeng, I didn't expect you to have such friends."

The middle-aged man stared intently at Chen Qianqian and the others, a slight smile on his lips, his eyes filled with possessiveness.

Li Feipeng's ability to read people was first-class, which allowed him to thrive in the Gale Sword Sect.

He quickly noticed that Third Senior Brother Chen Ming was looking at Han Paopao's fellow disciples.

"Third Senior Brother, what are you saying? Aren't my friends also your friends?"

Li Feipeng then turned his gaze to Han Paopao and said arrogantly: "Han Paopao, why don't you bring your junior sisters to greet my Third Senior Brother."

He is an elite disciple of the younger generation in our Gale Sword Sect, second only to my Eldest Senior Brother, and is now a cultivator at the ninth level of the True Life Realm.

Hearing this, Chu Feng and the others all showed mocking expressions on their faces.

Chen Ming, on the other hand, stood with his arms crossed, looking smug. Although their Gale Sword Sect couldn't compare to the six half-saint forces.

Among the Marquis forces, they were still a top-tier existence.

As long as he displayed his strength on the arena in a moment, those few young girls would surely rush to call him "good brother."

"Pfft."

A pleasant laugh suddenly came from the crowd, interrupting Li Feipeng's boasting.

Li Feipeng and Chen Ming's expressions changed slightly, and they both turned their gazes toward the direction of the laughter.

When they saw a cute girl with a carp tail mocking them, a flash of coldness appeared in their eyes.

Li Feipeng spoke first: "Han Paopao, it seems the sect you've joined is quite unorthodox, to even have a member of the Demon Race."

Han Ping said calmly: "What does that have to do with you?"

???

Li Feipeng didn't expect that Han Paopao, knowing he had joined a Marquis sect, would still dare to speak to him like this. His face grew even uglier, especially with his Third Senior Brother standing behind him.

"Han Paopao, Loulan City hasn't been very peaceful recently. You should be careful."

Han Ping shrugged: "It's indeed not very peaceful, but unfortunately, there are no bandit cultivators coming to rob people. Otherwise, I'd like to relive my old life."

"You!!!"

Li Feipeng didn't expect Han Paopao's verbal skills to be even better than before.

Just then, Chen Ming, who was standing behind him, spoke: "Feipeng, it seems your friends are unwilling to give me, Chen Ming, any face."

Han Ping sneered: "What's your status? Do you deserve me, Han Ping, giving you face?"

Chen Ming was completely enraged by these words. He took a step forward and said loudly: "What a big mouth! Do you dare to fight me on the arena?"

Han Ping said nonchalantly: "This is the first time I've heard such a request. Fine, I'll grant you your wish."

"Good, I'll be waiting for you on the arena."

After saying this, Chen Ming gave Li Feipeng a look, and the two left angrily.

After Han Ping watched the two disappear, he immediately cupped his hands toward Chu Feng and said: "Master, I've made you laugh."

Chu Feng waved his hand: "It's fine. We don't have anything else to do anyway, so let's just enjoy the show."

Han Ping: "..."

Chu Feng and his group walked into the martial arts arena.

At this time, there were more than a dozen arenas of various sizes inside the martial arts arena.

Each arena was surrounded by crowds of people, and from time to time, you could hear the cultivators below shouting loudly.

As one arena match ended, someone quickly went up on stage.

Below the arena, someone was still shouting loudly: "Place your bets, no changing your mind..."

"Master, can we also place bets?"

Chen Qianqian asked excitedly.

Chu Feng: "Of course, we're all here to have fun. Just remember to do it in moderation."

The group walked around several arenas, watching a few matches, when a loud shout came from not far away: "Han Paopao, I'm already at Arena Number Nine, where are you?"

Hearing this, Chu Feng and the others paused for a moment, then walked together toward Arena Number Nine.

Before they got close, they heard the cultivators around the arena discussing.

"Who is Han Paopao, to dare provoke those madmen from the Gale Sword Sect?"

"Who cares who he is? Betting on Chen Ming of the Commoner Sword is definitely the right choice."

"..."

Chu Feng and his group arrived beneath Arena Number Nine. Chen Qianqian and the others happily went to place their bets, while Han Ping slowly walked toward the arena.

The onlookers present saw Han Ping and began to whisper among themselves.

"Have you seen this kid before?"

"No, but with the nickname Han Paopao, he probably isn't a formidable character."

"..."

Seeing Han Ping ascend the arena, Chen Ming sneered: "I didn't expect you to have some courage."

Han Ping said calmly: "You shouldn't have provoked me. Isn't it better to be alive?"

"You!!!"

The sneer on Chen Ming's face instantly stiffened. He hadn't expected to be repeatedly put down by this kid today.

"Kid, stop showing off your verbal skills. Since you've come up, do you dare to bet something with me?"

"No problem, it saves me from making a move for nothing."

Han Ping paused and continued: "Tell me, what do you want to bet?"

Chen Ming said with a smile: "I'll take a loss and bet everything I have against you. The person who loses this match will leave here without a single thread of clothing."

"Fine."

Han Ping agreed without a second thought: "I'll reluctantly accept your pile of junk."

Hiss...

The people below the arena subconsciously gasped upon hearing the bet between the two.

They never imagined the two would play for such high stakes. Leaving completely naked in front of so many people, how could they ever establish a foothold in Xuanzhou in the future?

"Hmph!"

Chen Ming snorted coldly and slowly drew a three-foot green blade from his waist. Pointing it at Han Ping, he said in a deep voice: "Make your move, lest my Gale Sword is too fast and you don't even get a chance to act."

Han Ping stood where he was and said calmly: "I'll just stand right here. It'll be your win if your sword technique can even touch the hem of my clothes."

"Arrogant!"

Chen Ming had wanted to gain the upper hand before the fight, but he never expected to be humiliated again.

"Gale Sword Technique!!!"

With a loud shout, the precious sword in Chen Ming's hand swung out violently.

Clang!!!

A sword light appeared first, followed by sword energy like a fierce gale.

Han Ping kept his hands behind his back, standing motionless on the spot.

The vast majority of the onlookers seeing this scene subconsciously shook their heads. This kid was still putting on an act on the verge of death.

A cold smile also appeared on Chen Ming's face, as he thought: Kid, I want not only your possessions, but your life too.

But he soon realized something was wrong. His all-out sword energy was actually frozen in mid-air, completely motionless.

He looked at Han Paopao with a stunned expression and asked: "Kid, what kind of demonic magic did you use?"

Han Paopao said with a smile: "I didn't use any demonic magic. Your sword energy is too weak; it can't even break my protective barrier. Are you done showing off? If you are, it's my turn to make a move."

With that, he casually struck out with a palm. With a bang, Chen Ming was instantly sent flying backward, drawing a parabola in the air before heavily crashing onto the arena, his body like a pile of mud...

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