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Long'er's eyes flashed and her red lips whispered: "Whatever you think."
"Don't worry, I will win!
"Ye Fan waved his arm to interrupt Long'er's words.
"Just don't use charm on me again in the future."
"good!
"Long'er nodded quickly, "Then... thank you very much!
""Um!
"Ye Fan made a gesture of invitation and asked Long'er to leave the platform. His expression was extremely calm, as if he was doing an assigned task.
Long'er suddenly felt an unspeakable feeling of depression, and Ye Fan's indifferent attitude made her feel slightly hurt.
After calming down the tangle in her heart, Long'er suddenly smiled and whispered to Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, you can't lose!
From now on, I’ll leave it to you!
"Ah?" Ye Fan looked at Long'er inexplicably and raised his eyebrows. Isn't this girl trying to play some bad idea again?
"Giggle..." Long'er left a series of laughter like silver bells, jumped away from the high platform, and ran into the small attic behind the stage.
Just as Long'er left, a majestic figure jumped onto the high platform, pointing the weapon in his hand directly at Ye Fan's nose.
"Forget it...let's get rid of these troubles first!
"Ye Fan smiled bitterly, shook his head, and took out the Panlong Soft Sword.
Long'er stared at Ye Fan's tall and straight back, and suddenly there were waves in her heart.
The audience cheered one after another, applauding the first person to take the stage to challenge.
The arrogant and arrogant big man looked down on Ye Fan and put away the dragon gun pointed at him, a kind of pride that came from within ignited.
"Boy, I am Lei Jiong of Fengxiao Palace in Beicheng.
From childhood to adulthood, the spiritual practice I received was the best.
So, you'd better surrender as soon as possible!
"Ye Fan didn't like the big man's tone very much, so he took a few steps back slowly, "How old are you this year?" "How old are you?" Lei Jiong frowned and looked down at Ye Fan, "I am forty-two years old!
Huh, kid, it's none of your business how much I do, if you want to surrender, hurry up!
"It's true, Luo said, if there were useless people like you in Bloodthirsty City, it would be doomed!"
Forty-two years old?!
But at the realm of divine martial arts..." Shaking his head regretfully, Ye Fan sighed.
Not to mention those geniuses, not even Ang Lee can compare with him.
Ye Fan was amused. It seemed that wherever there were people, there were people who were arrogant and domineering because of their background.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this Lei Jiong approached Ye Fan and made a provocative gesture as soon as he came on stage.
It's just a matter of taking action, but it's just nonsense.
Many warriors in the audience also rolled their eyes. This idiot, no matter how rich his background is, is still a rookie who has never really fought.
Looking back at Ye Fan, the blood around his body was lingering, and the Coiling Dragon Soft Sword glowed faintly. He was obviously ready for battle.
Compared to Lei Jiong, Ye Fan's stance and distance from the enemy are traceable, and can be understood by ordinary rookies.
Most of those warriors who cheered for Lei Jiong's majesty would be despised by others.
"Wow!
"Lei Jiong was irritated by Ye Fan's words. There were veins on his rough face, and his dark complexion turned dark red.
Lei Jiong swung the dragon spear up and let out a low roar. Suddenly, the muscles on his body squirmed and his figure skyrocketed.
The spear in his hand was filled with lightning and thunder, and streaks of thunder and lightning jumped and flashed around Lei Jiong's body.
"Puff puff..." A light cold sweat appeared on Ye Fan's head, "What is this silly guy going to do? Is he here to look cool?" Lei Jiong spent a lot of energy to make the scene very spectacular.
But facing an opponent who looked good but was useless, Ye Fan really couldn't muster the motivation to fight seriously.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Lei Jiong waved the dragon gun and hit Ye Fan.
Ye Fan chuckled, moved his body instantly, and avoided it.
"Big man, your speed is too slow."
"ah!
"Lei Jiong roared angrily, swiping the dragon spear from time to time, seeming to push Ye Fan to the limit, but in fact he didn't even hit Ye Fan's clothes.
In Ye Fan's eyes, he has long been accustomed to moving quickly and has a special understanding of the movements of breaking down other people. Although Lei Jiong's attack is fierce, his speed is very slow in Ye Fan's eyes.
"Rumble" Lei Jiong hit the ground with his gun, and there was a huge roar.
However, the ground of the high platform is still as crystal clear as ever, leaving no trace of collision.
At this time, Ye Fan was already several meters away.
The audience immediately burst into cheers.
"you!
"The older Lei Jiong gets, the more frightened he becomes. That boy is extremely fast. Not to mention the way he dodges while strolling under his violent attack, the boy didn't even launch an attack.
Lei Jiong raised his head and looked at Ye Fan.
I saw the other party looking at me with a smile, and said slowly: "I told you before, your speed is too slow..." Humph!
do not underestimate me!
Lei Jiong roared angrily, the spear in his hand shone brightly, streaks of purple-blue lightning were revealed, and Lei Jiong's body gradually grew taller.
"You will pay for your contempt!
""Chilachila" The dense lightning made a harsh sound. Lei Jiong took a few steps forward, and his speed suddenly increased, illuminating Lei Jiong's ferocious expression even more horrifyingly.
"Huh?" Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. Bloodthirsty City is Bloodthirsty City. This kind of strengthening technique is considered rare.
After just a moment's pause, Lei Jiong immediately stepped forward, and the dragon spear in his hand became erratic. In the blink of an eye, Lei Jiong stabbed out dozens of spear flowers.
"This... idiot, wasting such a good strengthening technique in vain!
"Ye Fan cursed secretly, and saw dozens of guns and flowers appearing around the middle one. Even a fool could tell which ones were real and which ones were fake.
Ye Fan quickly retreated, tossing and turning in Lei Jiong's attack.
Except for avoiding the tip of the spear in the middle, everything else was ignored by Ye Fan.
If so, even if Lei Jiong tried his best, he still couldn't stab Ye Fan with the dragon spear.
"Ahem..." Li An was speechless in the audience.
He knew very well how powerful Ye Fan was, and this Lei Jiong was simply embarrassed on the stage.
"I don't know when Brother Ye became so naughty. He could easily defeat that big man, but he still teased him for so long."
Li An only made a few thought jumps, and Lei Jiong on the court was already shocked.
Because now Ye Fan has begun to fight back.
Ye Fan's ghost-like speed made it difficult for Lei Jiong to figure it out. Before he could react, he was hit by a sword energy on his back.
But just as he turned around, sword energy came one after another.
Although the sword energy did little harm to him, if he continues to be attacked like this, sooner or later he will be knocked off the stage by Ye Fan.
After several consecutive attacks without much success, Ye Fan jumped into the air, holding the Coiling Dragon Soft Sword high and closing his eyes slightly. His blood surged crazily, and streaks of bloody wind visible to the naked eye swirled slowly under Ye Fan's body.
Slow shaping.
The Coiling Dragon Soft Sword shone with a strange light, its momentum was astonishing.
"etc!
"Lei Jiong shouted quickly. Seeing that Ye Fan's taboo was almost completed in a few breaths, he was extremely shocked.
He quickly waved his hand to Mark, "Stop first, I need to go to the toilet!
"Fuck! Ye Fan smiled helplessly. He knew that Lei Jiong had been intimidated by him.
He stopped and made a gesture of invitation towards Lei Jiong.
Lei Jiong curled his lips and passed by Ye Fan, "Boy, you are very strong... I will do this this time, and I will fight you next time!
"Ye Fan nodded, "Okay!
But I won’t hold back next time.”
"casual!
"Lei Jiong pouted, shook his head and walked off the stage.
After a brief confrontation, Ye Fan knew that Lei Jiong was not a bad person, but he just wanted to save face and suffer, and he was relatively single-minded. There was no need to take heavy action against him.
After Lei Jiong went down, Ye Fan was still standing on the stage, with no intention of replacing him at the end.
After that, eight more warriors came to the stage to challenge. Except for a high-level elemental affinity person, the others did not cause much trouble to Ye Fan.
Most of these warriors are between thirty and forty years old, and their strength is above the divine martial realm.
There are certainly many people who are strong, but seeing that Ye Fan is so strong, I don't want to waste my energy in vain.
Long'er saw something extraordinary in the pavilion behind the stage. She didn't expect that Ye Fan was so strong.
Ye Fan turned around and was about to step down.
Suddenly, a gust of black wind blew past, and a sinister black energy ball hit him.
“Puff!
"Ye Fan quickly waved the Coiling Dragon Soft Sword to resist. Before the sword energy was released, the black energy ball had already collided with him.
Ye Fan groaned and took a few steps back. When he lowered his head, he saw that the Coiling Dragon Soft Sword was actually stained with a faint layer of black energy, making him unable to break away in a short time.
"Wow..." There was a burst of yelling and curses from the audience.
Those who can establish a foothold in the Bloodthirsty City place great value on reputation.
They follow the rules of Bloodthirsty City and regard themselves as superior to others.
Especially the martial arts arena is the only fair place left in Bloodthirsty City.
Here, no one can use conspiracy, everything is aboveboard, reflecting the nature of a warrior! Ye Fan has fought nine times in a row, and in their eyes, he is a respectable strong man.
Now Ye Fan was about to leave, and someone unexpectedly attacked him!
If you want to fight, fight. How can you resort to such means?!
Ye Fan's face suddenly dropped. He frowned and looked around, but no one could be seen.
In the private room on the second floor of the attic behind the stage, Sect Leader An Ran also slightly raised his eyebrows in disgust.
The leader of a first-rate force next to him turned his head angrily and hummed to an old man with a vulture next to him: "Hei Huai, isn't your grandson a bit too much? He thinks that just because you are the lord of the bloodthirsty city, he can destroy it.
Are there rules?"
"Jie Jie..." The old man Yin Jiu smiled softly: "I am not the lord of Bloodthirsty City. The throne was passed to my son a few years ago.
Besides, City Master Zheng and Sect Master An Ran have already said that as long as someone is on the stage, anyone can challenge them.
In the ring battle, bumps and bruises are normal."
"snort!
City Lord Zheng exhaled angrily, "I hope you can say this after a while!"
"Jie Jie... My grandson is a rare genius in our Fire Alliance, so just keep an eye on him!"
"The old man Yinjiu smiled strangely, picked up the tea cup in front of him, and took a careful sip.