"Get up and speak!" The three commanders reprimanded impatiently: "Look at you, what are you doing now?"
"If you had just come in with this panic expression from outside, then Betting House would have really embarrassed you. Get out of here!"
"Yes." These people were obviously very afraid of him, and they quickly stood up after hearing this.
The third commander stared at them and said coldly: "Tell me the whole process."
"Yes." Among the men in red, the calmer one quickly recounted what happened, and finally said: Third Commander, Chen Feng's strength is really terrifying. It's not that we don't want to fight him, it's true.
It’s because we are no match at all!”
"Senior Brother Hou is much stronger than us, but he killed them all with one move. We can only die if we go up!"
But these three commanders didn't believe what they said.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said with disdain: "How can a person who just entered the House of Commons this year be so powerful? You must have been frightened by him and deliberately exaggerated when you came back!"
Several people in red stood there with their heads lowered, not daring to refute.
A sneer appeared on the corner of the third commander's lips, and he snorted coldly and said: "There is still a competition in the lower house, right?"
Several men in red quickly nodded: "Okay, then I will kill Chen Feng myself!"
"I want to see how powerful he can be!" He said with contempt on his face: "How strong can a mere disciple of the Lower Court be, no matter how strong he is?"
On the third day, the competition continued.
This time, among the thirty-two people in the House of Commons who participated in the battle, only eight were left.
Eight people stood apart, and among these eight people, Chen Feng did not see another Wang Bo who had offended him.
However, the one who was the first to offend him, the one named Yang Wenyao, is still there.
A smile appeared on Chen Feng's lips, he looked at him and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, you are still here?"
"Let me tell you, you might as well lose early. If you lose, at least you won't have to touch me. Besides, others may not be so ruthless as to kill you."
"But now, if you still stay here, if you meet me, it won't be as easy as being killed. I will make you miserable!"
Chen Feng stared at him, with a cruel smile on his lips, and said word by word.
"You!" Yang Wenyao's face turned red and white, showing a look of extreme shame.
He was clearly humiliated by Chen Feng in front of everyone.
He stared at Chen Feng, with a trace of extreme anger in his eyes, but he did not dare to say anything and could not say anything.
Because, Chen Feng's strength is strengthened by him, because Chen Feng can easily do everything he said!
He felt the extreme humiliation and the trace of panic, and a voice echoed in his heart: "What if I really get drawn into a duel with him? What if I really are in the same arena with him?
Wouldn't it be certain to die in a fight?"
Thinking of this, a look of fear appeared on his face and his body trembled.
Since there are only eight people left now, the chance is very high.
Chen Feng's arrogance and arrogance at this time were all returned to him.
If he had not said those words to Chen Feng before, Chen Feng would definitely not have such a provocative attitude at this time.
Chen Feng has always been someone who doesn't offend others, and I don't offend others.
The people around him looked at Yang Wenyao with a trace of pity in their eyes.
If it were before, the object of their pity would be Chen Feng, but this time it was Yang Wenyao.
"Yang Wenyao is finished this time."
"Yes, he should pray that he doesn't draw Chen Feng. If he does, Chen Feng will definitely make him die miserably."
"That's right, Chen Feng can be said to be unmatched by the Seven-Star Martial King now, while Yang Wenyao's strength is only at the mid-level Six-star Martial King. It would be easy for Chen Feng to kill him!"
"You deserve it. Who told him to provoke Chen Feng so much in the first place? Now that he sees how powerful Chen Feng is, he must also regret it very much, right?"
Their guess was correct. At this time, Yang Wenyao was extremely regretful, regretting why he had said so much and regretting why he had offended Chen Feng.
However, it has no effect now.
Jian Mingjun stood on the high platform and said in a deep voice: "Today, there are eight people left. Eight people fight in pairs. I will still draw lots."
"After today's competition, there are only four people left!"
"And after today's competition, the four winners will be called the four major disciples of the Lower Court. All the disciples of the Lower Court will bow and salute when they see the four of you."
"Furthermore, you, the four great disciples, will be specially rewarded by the Lower House."
"The reward is," he stretched out a finger and said slowly, "each person has one thousand black yellow stones."
After hearing this, everyone participating in the competition showed a look of joy on their faces.
This reward can be said to be very good. It has lizi and face. One thousand black yellow stones is very generous. This is a great benefit. This is lizi.
Everyone must bow and salute when they meet, this is face.
In the eyes of many people, face is more important than lining!
This means that from now on, the four of them will be the four highest-ranking disciples in the Lower House.
Then, Jian Mingjun started drawing lots.
This time, Chen Feng was the fourth one to be drawn. Obviously, Jian Mingjun now recognized his strength, but felt that he was not the top one yet, so he ranked him fourth among the eight.
"Fourth, right?" Chen Feng's lips twitched slightly, he didn't say anything, he just waited in silence.
Chen Feng is the No. 3 pick, which means he will face the No. 6 pick.
At this time, Jian Mingjun glanced at Yang Wenyao, called his name, and drew a lot.
He raised it high, and everyone saw a huge word written on the jade slip: Six.
Suddenly, the crowd felt like a pot was exploding.
"Haha, it's really Chen Feng versus Yang Wenyao!"
"What a coincidence. Yang Wenyao is finished this time. Chen Feng will definitely make his life worse than death!"
"You deserve it. Who told him to offend Chen Feng by using his words? Now he is paying off his debt!"
Seeing this scene, Yang Wenyao's legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground. He was covered in cold sweat and shouted in disbelief: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, why should I fight him? I don't believe it!
"
Yeah's voice was hysterical, almost crazy.
Jian Mingjun stared at him and said in a calm voice: "You mean that I drew the lots unfairly and cheated?"
That cold gaze made Yang Wenyao wake up instantly, and he quickly explained: "First Officer, that's not what I meant!"
"Then stand up quickly and fight like a man!" Jian Mingjun said in a cold voice!
Yang Wenyao was trembling all over. He stood up with difficulty, with a lost expression and his eyes were unfocused.
Moreover, although he stood up, his legs were still shaking and shaking.
Obviously, he was extremely frightened.
But Chen Feng just turned his head to look at him, smiled slightly, and uttered two words: "What a coincidence!"
After the draw was over, everyone got on the stage.
Chen Feng stepped onto the No. 3 ring. Opposite him, Yang Wenyao was inking for a while before reluctantly moving up.
Chen Feng looked at Yang Wenyao with a smile and said softly: "Yang Wenyao, do you still remember?"
