Everyone despised Jiang Feng at all.

It seems to be in their eyes.

Jiang Feng is a complete waste.

Even if you win the Global Martial Arts Conference Championship.

Still a garbage.

A waste.

A rough blank that cannot be placed on the countertop.

"Master, it's time for you to appear!" At this time, Yang Wenbin looked at the middle-aged man behind him.

This middle-aged man wore a blue robe, looking like an ancient storyteller.

It looks very inconsistent.

"Young Master Yang, don't worry. I have figured out all the ways Jiang Feng has. His strength has completely made me unable to get interested. I can kill him by the blink of an eye!"

The middle-aged Feng Shui master sneered and did not take Jiang Feng, who had just won the championship of the Global Martial Arts Conference seriously.

It's like the one who won the crown at this moment.

Not Jiang Feng.

It's him.

"Can you kill him by a blink of an eye?" Yang Wenbin was stunned when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed.

All the enemies were extremely excited when they heard this.

The useless man Jiang Feng had long wanted to kill him.

Now this middle-aged Feng Shui master said this.

How could they not be surprised?

"This waste should have been dying for a long time. It's really uncomfortable to stay until now. I hope you can take action by Master to kill this beast!"

"Yes, if you kill this garbage with your own hands, I will give you 100 million. You can all witness this sentence. If I don't give it, you will kill me again!"

A rich man spoke immediately.

When everyone looked at him, many people immediately recognized that this person was a senior executive of the Suzhou-Shanghai-Huzhou-European family.

"Yes, if you can kill this thick piece that cannot be placed on the table, I am willing to give you 100 million in my personal name!"

Someone spoke again.

"Master, I'm not as rich as them. I can only give you 50 million, but that's what I want."

"I'm ten million."

"Five million."

“One million.

......

Hurry!

As the rich men who hated Jiang Feng spoke.

If a middle-aged Feng Shui master can kill Jiang Feng.

You can get a bonus of nearly 300 million.

You know, this is just a bonus.

If Jiang Feng really died in his hands, then the results of the 100 billion gamble and the huge price that Yang Wenbin gave to get out of the mountain this time.

Together, this Kunlun No. 1 Feng Shui master just came out and made a fuss.

It has nearly one billion accounts.

What is the concept of billions?

Even if he is the number one Feng Shui master in Kunlun.

I've never seen so much money in my life.

Of course, Kunlun spent more than one billion to train him.

But that was not real money and silver in front of him after all.

Of course I don't feel it.

"Jiang Feng, I didn't want to kill you at first, but they gave it too much, so let's do it! If you are willing to give me 500 million, I can keep your entire body and let you leave without pain."

Kunlun's first Fengshui master smiled grimly and said, "Of course, if you are willing to pay more than one billion yuan, then I can choose to stand by and watch, but they are not just my trump card, but other things are not my control."

"One billion buys my own life? Then my life is really valuable." Jiang Feng smiled.

"That's right. No matter how valuable you are, you are also the champion of the Global Martial Arts Conference, and of course the heads are valuable."

The first Feng Shui master of Kunlun sneered.

Just as everyone present was sneering.

I feel that Kunlun’s first Feng Shui master will be the next second.

He will kill Jiang Feng with his own hands to avenge them.

Jiang Feng suddenly spoke seriously: "It's OK, give me one hundred billion, I'll spare your life, let you leave freely, how about it?"
Chapter completed!