"Ha, just ten thousand Qi Gathering Pills? I'm in."
Chu Beige glanced at Chu Fengmian, his eyes revealing a hint of mockery as he spoke.
"Boy, since you intend to give me the Qi Gathering Pills, of course, I'll take them."
"Well, let's see if you have the ability to take them."
Chu Fengmian's expression remained as calm as ever, just like when he faced Lin Mozhu before, exuding confidence.
"Could this kid really have some other trump cards, to dare bet ten thousand Qi Gathering Pills with Chu Beige?"
In the crowd, some Martial Artists looked at Chu Fengmian and began to voice their doubts.
Ten thousand Qi Gathering Pills—unless one was truly confident, who would dare to bet such an astronomical number?
"Difficult! This kid's trump cards are almost completely revealed. His movement techniques and swordsmanship are nothing special in front of Chu Beige."
Another Martial Artist shook his head and said.
"Maybe this kid just doesn't understand Chu Beige's strength."