This guy is not very strong, but he seems to be very capable of causing trouble.
The Gu family, the Ning family, the Tiansha sect, even though he, Murong Xian, is not from the Eastern Region, he has stayed in Guishan for so long, and he knows that those are big forces outside.
How many people did Wang Fan offend?
Not long after Wang Fan finished speaking, a cold voice came out.
"Arrogant! A mere ant dares to speak nonsense here and provoke my Gu family. He is really seeking death!"
With an angry shout, a young man jumped up and appeared on the ring the next second.
When the monks around him saw this man, they couldn't help but shake their heads.
Some monks wanted to remind them, but it was too late as the other monks had already gone up.
"From the Gu family?" Wang Fan looked at the monk opposite and asked with a smile.
"Yes, I belong to the Gu family. How dare you—" the monk responded coldly.
"So much nonsense." Unfortunately, Wang Fan didn't give him a chance to speak. He jumped up and killed him directly.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Fan rushed in front of him and punched him directly.
The monk sneered, without any intention of retreating, and then punched.
Fist clash!
Bang!
There was a loud noise.
The sound of cracking bones was heard, and the monk immediately flew out.
Wang Fan frowned slightly, then became furious.
He dodged and charged directly.
Before the monk's body even hit the ground, he was already smashed into a sieve by his fists.
He had just killed Xue Kai, but in the blink of an eye such a waste came up. Who was he looking down on? Was he deliberately draining his energy?
The place was eerily quiet.
But soon, another monk rushed onto the ring.
This monk is not a member of the Gu family or other powerful forces, but a strong person from other powers.
He came to Guishan just for training, so naturally he would not be afraid of fighting because of Wang Fan's strength.
Ten seconds later, the monk was defeated, but he did not die.
In this way, Wang Fan showed off his prowess in the ring, and within a short time, he had already fought thirty-nine times in a row.
Thirty-nine games, thirty-nine wins.
After so many battles, he was a little tired, very tired.
After all, although his body is strong, his cultivation and mental strength cannot be used. After fighting for a long time, he will still be tired, and his physical strength cannot be replenished at all.
Of course, even if he felt tired, Wang Fan had no intention of stopping.
He can't give up halfway, even if he can't win 100 games in a row today, he still has to see where his limit is.
Only by breaking through the limits can we further improve.
At the same time, with the passage of such a long time, the powerful monks from the Gu family, the Ning family, etc. also got the news and rushed here one after another.
Not long after, more than twenty people from those forces arrived.
Some of these people were already practicing in Guishan, while some came specifically to hunt down Wang Fan.
They looked at Wang Fan on the ring, their eyes were extremely cold, and their murderous intent was not concealed.
Wang Fan, a fifth-level immortal monk, actually slapped their power in the face. This was simply a great shame and humiliation.
If they couldn't kill Wang Fan, they would simply have trouble sleeping and eating.
The monks from Tiansha Sect and Sanxiu Sect are relatively better off. After all, they are sects and their emotions are not that strong.
But the monks from the three powerful families of Guning and Huang are different.
They really wanted to cut Wang Fan into pieces immediately.
"Bang!"
There was another sound, and Wang Fan swept an enemy off the stage, then looked down the stage and said proudly, "Who else is there?"
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, a monk came directly to the stage.
As soon as he came on stage, he stared at Wang Fan and sneered, "Wang Fan, I am from the Sanxiu Sect——"
"Whoosh!"
When Wang Fan heard that he was from the Rogue Cultivator Sect, he didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he rushed out.
After eight moves, the monk was cut down on the spot.
Wang Fan looked at the audience and said arrogantly, "Are all the strong men from the Sanxiu Sect, Tiansha Sect, Gu family, Ning family, and Huang family all dead?"
"Don't you want to kill me? Come here? Where are your masters? Where are the strong ones? Are you sending this kind of trash here to seek death?"
When Wang Fan's voice fell, those twenty people became completely angry.
"you wanna die!"
"I will kill you!"
"You're just an ant, but you dare to be so arrogant. Today is your day of death!"
One after another roars were heard, and the monks immediately began to come on stage one after another.
As soon as they came on stage, they started going crazy and fighting hard.
Wang Fan was naturally not afraid and fought back crazily and fought crazily.
Although Wang Fan was very strong, he still suffered some injuries due to the frenzied efforts of more than twenty monks.
When he killed all twenty people, his body was already covered in bloodstains.
Especially the two fists were completely bloody.
Wang Fan did not back down and was about to continue.
Murong Xian, who was below, suddenly said, "Come down, that's all."
Wang Fan was slightly dazed, but shook his head.
He fought hard for two more times before walking off the stage.
The moment he stepped off the ring, Wang Fan felt relaxed and almost fell down, but fortunately Murong Xian held him up.
tired.
I am really too tired.
Wang Fan felt that he was really about to lose his strength.
Now, all he wants to do is not care about anything and sleep well for three days and three nights.
Murong Xian helped Wang Fan leave and soon returned to the small courtyard.
She cooked some porridge for Wang Fan, and after Wang Fan ate it, he went to rest directly.
He is really too tired.
In the next three days, Wang Fan will go to the ring every day.
His winning streak is getting more and more, getting closer and closer to 100 games.
On the first day, Wang Fan won 68 games in a row.
The next day, Wang Fan won 73 games in a row.
On the third day, Wang Fan won seventy-nine games in a row.
Judging from his record, Wang Fan doesn't seem to have improved much.
But in fact this is not the case.
You know, with every battle he fights every day, his fame will increase, and the powerful people he will face next will become stronger.
Under such circumstances, it is terrifying that he can improve every day.
The most important thing is that if you can't replenish the energy consumed, it will become more difficult the further you go.
It is extremely difficult for him to win seventy-nine games in a row.
Even Murong Xian might not be able to do this.
At the same time, the outside world.
The three Guning and Huang families, as well as the Sanxiu Sect and Tiansha Sect, also knew what happened in Guishan.
The faces of the top leaders of these forces turned gloomy.
Wang Fan's promotion like this is not a good thing for forces like them.
The most important thing is that these days, most of the powerful men Wang Fan kills in the ring are people from their five major forces.
In three or four days, at least a dozen powerful late-stage Immortal Masters from each family died at the hands of Wang Fan. This was a truly great feud.
"If we continue to send people in, we must kill Wang Fan. This time, we will directly send a hundred peak immortals in, without giving him a chance, and kill him completely."
"If we meet in the ring, then fight in the ring. If not, then go up together and surround and kill."
"In short, this king will die."
The top leaders of the five major forces quickly made a decision and ruthlessly dispatched a hundred peak immortals at once.
At the same time, Wu Gong and Nangong Dai also learned about what happened in Guishan.
She couldn't help but laugh, "Interesting little guy."