"Bang!"
Feng Jian directly placed a long sword on the gambling table and said coldly:
"This is a Peak Heavenly Sword, I bet it against your hands!"
Feng Jian believed that betting directly against Chen Yuan's legs was a form of humiliation to his noble status.
This Peak Heavenly Sword's Sword Qi was surging; although it was a heavenly treasure, it already had a hint of the flavor of a quasi-star treasure.
"Just a shabby Heavenly Sword? Your Feng Family is too poor. If you want my legs, you need to be more generous. Your kind of poverty makes me look down on you slightly."
Chen Yuan didn't even glance at it and said flatly.
These words from Chen Yuan made Feng Jian's face instantly flush red.
He knew it was a provocation, but he couldn't swallow the humiliation.
Although a Peak Heavenly Sword wasn't extremely rare, it was still of considerable value.
The sword in Feng Jian's hand, for instance, was worth several times that of an ordinary heavenly treasure.
With a "Bang!"
