"Lu Fan, if you still want to survive, if you challenge me on the last day tomorrow, you'd better not win anyone!"
"Otherwise, a big shot has already spoken. If you dare to win, I will break your limbs and make you a complete waste. Let's see what you can do in the ancient martial arts competition!"
On the last morning before the start of the Sheng Long Bang Ancient Martial Arts Competition, the prison boss threatened Lu Fan fiercely before taking him out.
Sixteen consecutive losses.
When Lu Fan was carried from the door into the cell, he was almost breathless. Many people wondered whether he had been beaten to death at the hands of Cao Qitian.
And because the competition was about to start nearby, some members of the Guwu family who had never shown up before were also present.
Even members of the Dongfang and Nangong families, which ranked among the top ten ancient martial arts families in China, appeared at the scene.
Among them, there is naturally no shortage of the eldest lady of the Song family, Song Yingyu, who has some friendship with Lu Fan.
The Song family is one of the top ten ancient martial arts families in China. Song Yingyu and Song Jianqiu are biological brothers and sisters.
When she saw that Lu Fan, who was still so high-spirited when she was at Ma's house last time, had become less human and less ghostlike here, she couldn't help but sigh slightly. Sure enough, the world is different from my generation, and once he enters the world,
Time rushes.
This Lu Fan, who was once highly regarded by her and could even look down on the ten masters of the ten major families, was destined to be like a falling star, a gleam of glory in the ancient Chinese martial arts world, and never disappear again.
After sixteen consecutive defeats, Lu Fan was dragged into the prison like a dead dog.
"Wow!"
A basin of cold water was poured on his head, and several guards turned and left without looking at him again.
On the first night of the Shenglongbang Ancient Martial Arts Competition, a very powerful man with an extremely distinguished status opened the door of the Blackwater Dungeon and stood in front of Lu Fan's cage door.
Song Jianqiu!
"We fought more than fifty games in three consecutive days, with half a victory and half a loss. To be able to lie here alive is indeed a blessing. It seems that you were able to escape from such a cruel Lu family bloody night. It is not just luck."
Song Jianqiu's expression was indifferent and his tone was extremely calm. He didn't seem to care at all about what happened to Lu Fan during this period.
"cough!"
Lu Fan coughed up blood and slowly opened his eyes.
When he found out that the visitor was Song Jianqiu, he couldn't help but cursed: "He finally showed up. I thought you died outside. Seeing me being ravaged like this, I didn't even dare to fart."
"
It was Song Jianqiu who promised in public that he would personally guard Lu Fan during his detention and would never let anyone get close to him. Obviously, what happened to Lu Fan during this period had broken his promise.
"From the moment I let you go, this promise no longer counts."
Song Jianqiu was very calm: "And as the leader of the Jiangnan Martial Arts League, I naturally have to think carefully. You have caused too much trouble and made too many enemies. They all want me to kill you in the dungeon so that you can survive until the end of the world."
Tonight is the best I can do, and you should be satisfied."
"Oh, what a perfect excuse."
Lu Fan laughed miserably: "Then why are you here now? You can't be so kind. Seeing as I'm going to die tomorrow, come here to see me one last time."
"Or is it that some big shot can't wait for tomorrow and wants me to die tonight?"
"None of them were correct."
Song Jianqiu shook his head: "An old man asked me to take you out to meet him. He said he can help you survive tomorrow. Get up and follow me."