After trembling for a hundred and ten rounds, the grey-white old man suddenly jumped up and hit the man's chest with both fists. With one punch, the man flew backwards and finally landed on the ground.
Lost again.
There was an eerie silence in the audience, and I felt like my breathing was suffocating.
It's really strange.
By this time, even some other people could see that this old man was unusual.
If he was really an ordinary old man, how could he win three games in a row? After winning three games, Chen Fan showed a "delightful" smile on his face, jumped down, waved his hand and said, "
If we don’t fight, we won’t fight for now.”
The people next to him looked at the old man with something strange in their eyes.
Of course, Chen Fan's previous battle did not attract many people, because after all, Chen Fan only seemed to have mediocre strength, and the people he fought were only three people who were in the early stage of holding pills, so the attraction was not great.
"Old sir, this is the Nether Crystal Mine you won this time." A person in charge immediately brought the Nether Crystal Mine and placed it next to Chen Fan.
It was shiny and bright, and the total amount was one thousand yuan. Many people secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva when they saw it.
Only Chen Fan didn't have much expression on his face. One thousand is not enough for Chen Fan to spend for half a year. This is just the beginning, Chen Fan still needs more.
Meditate and adjust your breath for half an hour. This meditation is actually for these people.
To deal with the three initial stage Baodans, even if they deliberately dealt with them for a while, Chen Fan's energy consumption was still so weak that they could be ignored.
Half an hour later, Chen Fan stood up and said in a hoarse voice, "I still want to fight."
He said, pointing with his finger, "I want to hit that one."
Chen Fan, an old man, had won three games in a row. He had already attracted a lot of people's attention. As soon as Chen Fan stood up and pointed with his trembling fingers, many people looked at him.
He took a breath of air and said, "Is this old man crazy?"
"Is it so hard to think about it?"
"..."
"This old gentleman." Someone couldn't help it anymore and said in a deep voice, "That is the stage of life and death. Those who go up there can only win or die. They cannot admit defeat."
Isn't this old man out of his mind and crazy? After winning a few games, he wants to go to the stage of life and death?
There are usually very few people on the stage of life and death. Sometimes, no one takes the stage for half a month. After all, this stage does not distinguish between victory and defeat, only life and death. It is really cruel. How can there be so many people who do not care about the future and only divide their lives?
A life or death?
Unless you really have a shortage of Nethercrystal Mine and have to give it a try.
"Hmm." These people tried to dissuade the old man, but the grizzled old man was unmoved, "Isn't this...remuneration particularly high?"
"Old sir, the rewards in the life and death stage are indeed very high." A person in charge of the fighting arena came over in person and explained to Chen Fan, "The minimum guarantee is one thousand games, including bets. If you win, you can make a fifth of the profit.
One, the starting price is over 1,500, but it’s too dangerous.”
"Old sir, I don't recommend that you go to the stage of life and death."
"One thousand and five times."
The gray-haired old man slowly licked his red lips and didn't listen at all. There was a burning look in his eyes and he pointed his finger, "Okay, I'll hit this!"
"One win is enough for me to fight four times!" the old man said with burning eyes.
Everyone in the arena was suffocated, and many people's eyes immediately turned to Chen Fan. Is this old man crazy?
At such a young age, fighting in this life and death battle?
"Old sir, have you thought about it? This is no joke. Once you stand on it, there is no chance of regret."
"When people go to the stage of life and death, they must distinguish between life and death. Only one person can survive."
The person in charge's tone became serious.
"I'm sure." Chen Fan nodded seriously.
"..."
"Master Zhang, look." The movement in the corner of the arena naturally attracted the attention of the person in charge of the arena.
In an attic, a few glances came in, and the direction they looked was of course towards Chen Fan.
"An old man who has won three games wants to compete in the battle of life and death."
"What's so interesting about an old man who is tired of being happy and goes to die." On the other side, Zhang Buxuan, who was sitting cross-legged and silently meditating, exhaling, said in a calm tone with his eyes closed and his face expressionless.
"After a while, send someone to drag his body out and throw it into a mass grave in the east of the city to feed the dogs."
"..."
"Wow."
The people in the arena were in an uproar. Chen Fan insisted on playing. It was difficult for these people to stop him. This was the rule of the arena.
"Okay." The person in charge swallowed dryly and couldn't help but said, "Since the old gentleman is going to play, he should abide by the rules and report his own cultivation level first. We will arrange for someone with the same strength as you to play."
"Remember, you cannot conceal your cultivation. Once you conceal your cultivation and enter the battlefield of life and death, you will be punished by death."
"Sign on this life and death certificate."
Someone is going to the battlefield of life and death!
In the fighting arena, people immediately formed a formation, and a group of people started to move, especially the person who wanted to go to the battlefield of life and death, who was an extremely old man. This was so attractive.
Two people carried a large table over to this place. With a thud, the iron table weighing several thousand kilograms fell to the ground.
There is a scroll of documents on it, one meter long, with detailed terms and conditions written on it. On one side, in big red characters, it is written, "Life and death are destiny, wealth is in the sky, write without regrets."
Next, sign in.
"Middle stage of Baoding Dan." Chen Fan said. As he spoke, he picked up his pen and wrote his name on the certificate of life and death.
Signed, really signed!
Chen Fan signed the life and death certificate, and many people's breathing became hot. It was interesting, interesting.
"Mr. please come on stage later, we will make arrangements immediately."
Seeing Chen Fan's name signed, the people in charge were breathing hotly and hurriedly went to make arrangements. Surrounded by these people in charge, Chen Fan slowly entered the largest arena in the arena and sat down cross-legged.
Five hundred meters, it was extremely huge. When Chen Fan went up, it was stained with blood, many of which had dried and could not be removed.
On this stage of life and death, countless gods and demon-like figures were killed in battle. As soon as Chen Fan came up, he felt that his blood was slightly agitated.
That was the evil spirit on this stage of life and death, which had an impact on Chen Fan.
Once you are on this stage of life and death, there is no need to hold back!
Chen Fan's eyes burst out with a burning look.
"Mid-stage pill-holding? I really can't tell. This old man is actually a mid-stage pill-holding person. No wonder those people couldn't win the previous three games. This is a big gap."
"I can't believe that such an old man still has such a skill?"
"Oh, I think it's time for him to die. The person who goes to the stage of life and death will definitely arrange for his opponent to be in the middle stage of holding the pill, or even the later stage. He can no longer use tricks."
"It's pitiful, on this stage of life and death, there will be another innocent soul added today."