After saying this, the three emperors turned and took their entourage to leave. Just as Basten’s calm face became a little angry, the Three Emperors slowly turned their heads and threw a sentence: “I lost, I will promise you one thing in my own name.”

'哗——', all the nobles can't help but put their eyes on Basten's body. After all, the three emperors said this. If Basten and others really win, then they will make a big profit, but that’s it. The promise of a kingdom of the kingdom. Although it is personally nominal. And Basten and others, but lost is just an apology. In the nobles, as long as it is a formal test, losing is not a shame. Compared with the test, no one wins or loses.

Basten was also a bit confused at the time. In his opinion, the three emperors will promise to lose and give them an apology. And now this condition is a bit too unexpected.

Looking at the three emperors with people, chic to the channel, in the hall on the fifth floor, it seems a little bit silent.

"Hey, who is rare, your promise, and personal name." Ling Feng snorted. "It is in the name of your emperor, we are not rare. I tell you, you lost, you are waiting to give us a message." Apologize, and your attitude is sincere. And, remember not to be taken as a gun in the future..."

The three emperors just had to go downstairs, and after hearing the words of Ling Feng, they suddenly seemed a little trembling. In the end, he still resisted, and did not look back and looked at Ling Feng and others. However, it is not too mad, that is for sure.

Basten gave a thumbs up to Ling Feng, and Rijkaard was also very happy to see Ling Feng. In this sentence, it completely suppressed the superiority that the Three Emperors deliberately created.

As for the rest of the people in the hall, the reactions are different.

"You are not too calm." Olmos at this time, but said to Basten and Ling Feng, "The three emperors themselves have their own strength, no matter in the four followers behind him, but there are two A master of the sub-level, if they win two games in three games, they will win a lot."

Basten is not interested in all this, he is pursuing a contest with the master. Only by constantly comparing and constantly challenging, can our own strength be exercised and grown. Moreover, he himself is going to the master of the other sub-level.

What's more, when Basten asked Lin Feng's gaze at the time, he found that Ling Feng was acting calmly. This is one of the reasons why he took the test. A glimpse of that feeling, Basten felt that his decision at the time was correct.

Ling Feng’s words against Olmos are undecided.

However, Olmos also knows that no matter what he says, it is already late. It’s only a matter of peace of mind to prepare for the next test. Perhaps, in this comparison, Ling Feng is a variable and can't be sure. Olmos looked at the faint wind and thought. Because, even if he is, he can't see the strength of Ling Feng. The momentum of Ling Feng's whole person gives people a feeling of high and low, which is really weird.

A moment later, Cassano and Gullit came back together, smiling and shaking their heads to indicate that there was no movement there. In order to prevent it, Cassano also told Nuber what happened at the hotel, so that he could prepare. Ling Feng heard the approval and nodded, and also settled down.

Count you good luck. Ling Feng said to Jorda West in his heart.

......

An hour of time passed away.

At this time, in the backyard of Yunyang Hotel, an empty space was full of people. Many aristocratic children gathered around the flat and sleek platform and pointed.

It is so close to the feeling of fighting between the masters, such opportunities are rare. It's no wonder that there are so many people gathered here.

Montero even let the servants move in the coffee table, chairs and other facilities, like a spectator, sitting there waiting for the test. George is sitting next to him, and Victoria is still veiled, sitting on the other side of him.

In addition, there are some quite interesting people who seize the opportunity to open the market and let anyone bet on which side wins.

Ling Feng glanced at the women who showed a trace of worry, and then saw their youthful and beautiful dress, then noticed that almost every aristocratic child’s side, more or less followed by a few flowers, the woman Exclaimed: This is what is more than a test, clearly became a farce.

However, Cassano was not used to such scenes. She saw some sighing expressions from Ling Feng and whispered, "Young master, or do we wait for the past?"

Ling Feng shook his head and took Ling Ling to a young man who opened the market. He asked: "Is there a limit on the bet here?"

The young man saw Ling Feng. It was the protagonist of this test. He first shook his head and nodded. He said: "There is no limit on the bet. However, if the bet is too big, I can accept it here. No. You can go there." The young man also pointed to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng smiled, it seems that this young man is just a branch agent, there is no certain strength to do the background, how dare to open the market here? Ling Feng took Ling Ling to the place where the young man just pointed out, took out his mercenary card, thought about it, and asked Ling Lingdao: "Linger, how much do you say we press?"

"Well, a thousand..." Ling Ling thought about it.

One thousand crystal coins? It seems that there is not so much money in this card. Ling Feng thought that these two months have also taken a lot of money, and the light to buy for Ling Ling to buy is a big expense. The money used is the nine-order magic core sold by Ling Feng in Shami Town.

"A thousand gold coins, you should be able to buy a lot of things. Brother, we will press a thousand gold coins." Ling Ling said happily, it seems that a thousand gold coins, is a large number.

Ling Feng was speechless for a while, it seems that the little girl will only spend money, but the concept of the amount of gold coins is still not enough. It is too little to press a thousand gold coins. Ling Feng clearly saw that the gambling Ling Feng won, and lost five, while the gambling three emperors won, only one lost zero. This bookmaker is really too small to see yourself waiting for someone! Ling Feng wonders, is this the dealer is the owner of Yunyang Hotel? That is not the industry of the three emperors and his son.

Ling Feng’s face showed a strange smile. He handed the mercenary card to the old man sitting in the village and said, “Press all the money inside and bet on myself to win.”