Chapter Seventy-six: The Gambling War

  Han Feng raised his neck with a serious face, took a few steps forward, and pointed almost to Leng Han's nostrils.

  "Cold and ruthless, you just harmed the junior sister of Piaoyou Institute a while ago, and now you're coming to harm the junior sister of Mingxin Institute. What kind of martial arts school is this that you run?"

  Ling Yao listened to Han Feng's words and looked at Leng Han in surprise, immediately pulling away from him.

  Her face turned pale and her eyes flickered.

  The students around them did not say a word. Looking at their expressions, they didn't seem very surprised. Apparently, many of them already knew about it.

  His cold gaze was like a knife, and if he could practice using his eyes to release the aura, Han Feng would have been chopped into minced meat by now.

  "One word at a time, cold and sternly, he said: 'What is calamity? Tell me clearly.'"

  When he said this, Leng Han's body had already faintly emitted a powerful aura. The condensed aura, combined with the light emanating from his palm, caused Lu Fan to frown slightly.

  This guy's gong is stronger than Lin Qi's, which means he is a foreign gong boundary warrior.

  Lu Fan quietly moved forward and stood behind Han Feng. He knew that his senior brother's skills were not bad, but to be on the safe side, he still had to keep an eye on things.

  "First chaos, then abandonment, ruining someone's reputation. Is that not a calamity? In all these years, have you done few evil deeds? Do I need to remind you?"

  A cold and stern voice sounded as a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The long sword, condensed from the essence of the void, had a substantial feel to it, just like one forged from fine steel, and looked even more majestic.

  The sword patterns were all over, like a dragon and a tiger. Cold Han spoke out in a cold voice: "This junior brother of mine, this kind of rumor-mongering will make me very angry. Which academy are you from, daring to be so presumptuous? Don't you fear that I'll beat you out of the Martial Academy?"

  Han Feng was not afraid of the sword in front of him. He dug out his earwax, as if the cold and harsh words were just farting.

  "In the next Yuan Institute, I'm Han Feng. If you really have the ability, then truly beat me out of the academy. If not, you're just a useless woman."

  As soon as this remark came out, all the female students present looked embarrassed and cast a stern glance at Han Feng.

  Han Feng's face was full of smiles and self-satisfaction, completely unaware that this one sentence had thoroughly cut off his romantic luck for the day.

  Leng Han heard the three words "Yi Yuan Institute" and was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing.

  "Haha, it's One Yuan Institute. So it was a trash from One Yuan Institute all along, I was wondering which institute's student would be stupid enough to spread rumors about me. Turns out it was One Yuan Institute."

  The other students actually burst out laughing too.

  Lu Fan slightly furrowed his brow, it seemed that Yiyuan Institute was not just a matter of bad reputation among the many disciples of Wudao Academy.

  With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Leng Han's expression turned cold as he said, "I wouldn't bother arguing with trash like you. That would only bring me down to your level. You're just a piece of garbage from Yi Yuan Institute. Get out of here now, or I'll take action."

  Turning around, Leng Han pointed at Han Feng and said to Ling Yao: "Miss Ling Yao, you shouldn't believe the words of a one-yuan idiot."

  Yan Ran also curled her lips and said, "Yes, Ling Yao Shimei. The first place Yuanyuan Academy, the students who go there are all brain-damaged, don't believe them."

  Ling Yao furrowed her brow and said: "But Shifu, our Ming Xin Academy is only ranked eighth, isn't it? It's not necessarily much better than Yi Yuan Academy."

  Suddenly stunned, unable to utter a word.

  At this time, Han Feng's eyes scanned the entire scene and shouted: "Laugh your ass off! If you have the ability, come over and accompany me for a few tricks. Does the ranking of the college have anything to do with strength? You bunch of idiots, I'll let you use one hand, and you can't even beat me."

  Lu Fan let out a sigh, okay, Han Feng Shixiong was starting to pull hate again.

  The students around him suddenly looked at Han Feng with an unfriendly gaze, and coldly smiled: "You really do have a problem with your brain."

  He turned around and suddenly pointed at a student, saying: "Yuhua, come and play two moves with this junior brother from the First Yuan Institute. Let him know why the First Yuan Institute is ranked so low."

  The named disciple stood up, clenching his fists and said: "Don't worry, Brother Leng Han. I'll let him know the power of our Yin Yang Institute. You little brat, dare you to come out and exchange a few moves with me? It's too cramped here."

  Han Feng coldly snorted and said: "You think you can still exchange a few moves with me? You're thinking too much, Lu Fan shidi. Go play with them for a bit."

  Lu Fan was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Han Feng with an odd expression, lowering his voice to say: "Han Feng Shixiong, why don't you go up yourself."

  Han Feng smiled slyly and said, "Lu Fan, my junior brother, aren't I being wronged? You're very strong, help me teach them a lesson, let them know the power of our Yuan Institute. After this is over, I'll also be able to accept the admiration of all the female students. Once I've settled my lifelong matters, I'll definitely help you find a beauty too, how about it?"

  Lu Fan looked at Han Feng with disdain, without intending to go forward.

  "Lu Fan, you got me beaten up by the seniors, almost to death! You're not going to help me with this? Fine, I'll do it myself. If they kill me, remember to collect my body."

  As he spoke, Han Feng's face was filled with a look of resignation as if he were walking towards his own death.

  Lu Fan sighed and stopped Han Feng from proceeding, saying: "Forget it, I'll go instead."

  Lu Fan walked out slowly and said to Yu Hua: "Yi Yuan Institute, Lu Fan."

  Yu Hua let out a cold laugh and directly jumped down to the bedside. Lu Fan followed suit, leaping out from the three-story building with ease, landing smoothly on the ground.

  This is the backyard of the attic, a clean empty space, occupying at least one hundred square meters. Various weapon racks are placed on both sides, and it is clear that this is a place for people to fight.

  Immediately afterwards, many students also jumped down.

  They love fighting more than anything else. Especially for a beauty's sake.

  With a sudden stop, Han Feng turned his head towards Leng Han and said: "Dare to bet on it? Cold Han, senior brother of the Yin Yang Institute."

  Leng Han glanced at Lu Fan and sneered: "What do you want to bet on? Just say it. Rubbish of the First Yuan Court."

  A mouthful of trash from a one-yuan hospital made Han Feng's face look very unsightly.

  Han Feng gritted his teeth and said, "I won't bet on anything else, just one kick. If you lose, let me kick you hard. I think it will be very interesting when I kick your face into a pig's butt."

  Leng Han smiled coldly: "Alright. But if your junior brother loses, you have to shout loudly that the First Institute is trash ten times, with all your might, so that the entire Jianbao Mountain can hear it."

  "No problem."

  Han Feng stretched out his hand, and Leng Han also stretched out his hand, and they clasped their palms as a vow.

  Others saw Han Feng and Leng Han start betting, they all started shouting.

  "Come on, place your bets! One Yuan Institute wins one, loses ten; Yin Yang Institute wins ten, loses one."

  "I bought Yuhua Sheng from Yin Yang Yuan."

  "I also bought Yinyangyuan Sheng."

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  Two little fatties instantly opened a gambling den, Big Fatty collected the money, Little Fatty kept accounts, and the two fatties beamed with joy.

  Lu Fan looked over and saw that he was starting to make a bet with himself, rummaged through his ring for a moment, and suddenly threw out a small bag, saying: "I'll buy my own win."

  Xiao Pangzi immediately picked up the bag and prepared to open it for accounting. At this time, Yu Hua smiled and said: "I also bought myself a win. The bet is the same as his."

  Lu Fan smiled and said: "Are you sure you want to bet the same as me? Afraid you can't afford it."

  Yu Hua said: "Whatever you can take out, I'm sure I can take out. The only thing I'm afraid of is that I won't be able to beat you."

  Lu Fan turned his head and said to Xiao Pangzi: "Don't open that thing for now. Let's talk about it after the comparison."

  The little fatty smiled and put the bag in front of everyone. The simple and unadorned bag made everyone smile slightly. It's just a few gold coins, what's the need to wait until after the comparison is complete before opening it?

  Ling Yao suddenly walked over at this time, took out more than a dozen gold coins from her bosom and said: "Wait a minute, I also want to bet. I bet on Lu Fan of the First Yuan Institute."

  Everyone was stunned for a moment, even Yanran beside Lingyao was stunned. Leng Han's face was pitch black.

  Pulling Lingyao's hand, Yanran said: "Lingyao, are you crazy? Why do you want to buy a white jade pendant for one yuan? Do you have a lot of money?"

  Ling Yao put down the gold coins and said softly: "I don't have much money, but I think he should be able to win."

  Ling Yao finished speaking and her gaze turned towards Lu Fan, with a sparkling light in her eyes.

  Lu Fan smiled lightly. This Ling Yao girl is quite discerning.

  Leng Han gave Yu Hua a look at this time, and Yu Hua nodded in understanding. This was Leng Han's way of telling him to take drastic measures.

  Yu Hua slowly drew out his own blade, a hatchet that shone with a cold light, looking powerful and overbearing.

  Yu Hua's powerful build was evident as he pulled out his axe, and in that instant, his entire being exuded a fierce aura.

  Inner refinement sevenfold, this is Yu Hua's cultivation.

  If this level of cultivation were to be transferred to another sect's disciple, it would at least be considered top-notch. But placed in the Yin Yang Sect, this level of cultivation is just average.

  Lu Fan also released his own aura, which was almost the same level as Yu Hua's, with a seven-layered inner aura cultivation.

  His aura was released, and it immediately sparked a wave of discussion among the students around him.

  "This little kid from the One Yuan Institute has a pretty good cultivation, with seven layers of inner aura."

  "Even Yuan Academy has such a genius, isn't it the last ranked academy?"

  "Being ranked last doesn't mean there are no experts. It seems this kid is a top-notch expert after all."

  "What top-notch masters, I heard there are only five people in total at Yuan Institute."

  "Is this for real? That's also called an institute?"

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  Leng Han's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he saw Lu Fan's cultivation.

  Ling Yao laughed happily, but Yan Ran beside him sneered: "His cultivation is just so-so, does he only have powerful martial skills? I've never heard that the First Yuan Institute has any powerful martial skills. If he fights against a student from the Yin-Yang Institute who defies the heavens with their martial skills, he will definitely lose."

  Ling Yao blinked her eyes and smiled: "Sister, he's very powerful. If I'm not mistaken, he was the first in this new student competition."

  She stared blankly for a moment before saying: "You didn't go to that Yin Yang Institute, instead choosing the stupid One Yuan Institute?"

  Ling Yao nodded slightly and thought to herself: "He's not stupid at all, yeah, he doesn't look stupid in the slightest."