When the three people saw how honest and honest Mu Fan was, they all let go of their vigilance.
"Why don't we recover and let's have a fair fight."
Alang suggested.
In fact, what Mu Fan said just now was completely in line with what he was thinking.
Alang is the strongest besides Zhang Zhi.
But he has never shown himself, so if his strength recovers, he will definitely be the strongest on the battlefield, and it will not be a problem to fight 1 against 2.
If Mu Fan hadn't said it, he would have brought it up himself.
The other two people also looked at each other.
Both of them saw the vigilance in their eyes.
The two of them were not sure about Alang's strength level, or even about each other's strength level.
But no one is willing to give up this opportunity. Raising their strength to the highest level and meditating to recover is the fairest way to compete.
At that point, winning means winning or losing means losing, and there is no other option.
At least it's fair and aboveboard.
Mu Fan, who pictured Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, looked at them with a smile.
The fish has been hooked, all you have to do is slowly release the line.
"It's just as you said." The three lucked out and resumed meditation.
Mu Fan also pretended, patting his legs and sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Don't forget about acting in moments like this.
In this way, it seems that all four of them have entered a period of rest and recuperation.
Of course, the other three have really entered into a completely emptying breath adjustment.
Just as the other three were entering the critical moment, Mu Fan stood up.
"The three of you shouldn't be able to protect yourself now, right?"
Mu Fan touched A Lang's side, then squeezed A Lang's shoulder with his hand, smiling evilly.
"What do you want to do?"
You cannot quit while meditating. Otherwise, all the meridians in your body will be cut off and your breath will flow back. The gain outweighs the gain for this conference.
His body was able to move, and he looked up at Mu Fan with a hint of anger in his voice.
After all, no one feels cheated.
Moreover, someone picked the peach when you were closest to success, so who can bear it?
"It's nothing, I just want to give you a shoulder squeeze." Mu Fan stretched out his hands with a smile.
Ah Lang would never believe that this guy was hiding so deeply just to give himself a squeeze on his shoulders.
I'm afraid my shoulder will be broken immediately with this move.
When the time comes, will we compete with each other?
Mu Fan used all his strength with both hands and was about to squeeze it down when A Lang suddenly realized what was happening and shouted: "I surrender!"
The referee didn't say anything, but made a gesture with a dark face.
It means that Alang has lost his qualifications.
But looking at the referee's state, I was a little unhappy.
But there was no way, Mu Fan didn't break the entire rule at all, and he couldn't say anything.
The group of people above looked at them and they all couldn't laugh or cry.
Who could have imagined that there would be such a person.
And who would have thought that the other four people, as the proud sons of heaven, would not choose the right path.
It just so happened that I chose a good path.
Now there were only two people left, and those two looked at Mu Fan with extremely disdainful eyes.
Because Mu Fan's methods were too despicable.
Not only the three people on the field, but also some spectators looked down on Mu Fan, and even several referees had dark faces.
"Forget it, it's not fun, I'll send you down."
The lightning in Mu Fan's hand flashed, and the thunder net roared out, directly sweeping out the other two people.
"You have to die a good death. If you are of your level and represent China, wouldn't it be a disgrace to all our people!"
Some people in the audience began to feel unhappy.
What everyone is watching should be an extremely exciting showdown.
Who knew that I would see such a rogue person.
"Thank you for the compliment, thank you for the compliment."
Mu Fan ignored all this and walked down the stage while waving towards the other side with a smile on his face, as if greeting the fans.
"I hate him so much that if it hadn't been sacred, I would have rushed up and punched him."
There was a reporter in the audience who shook his hand and crushed the cold beer in his hand.
Creaking sound.
Perhaps to help Mu Fan, the old referee floated directly up.
"Everyone, he did not change any rules, nor did he break any rules, so this result is valid."
When Mu Fan heard this, he gave a thumbs up. He was indeed worthy of being the organizer. He was powerful enough and loyal enough to protect himself at this time.
But what happened next made Mu Fan really shocked.
"You are not allowed to interfere with the game during the game, and you are not allowed to litter the ring, but after the game is over, there are no such restrictions."
Perhaps because they couldn't stand Mu Fan's behavior, the honorary referees at the top, as well as the old referee, all had dark faces.
The old man's understatement made Mu Fan feel that something was wrong.
This guy couldn't be encouraging those people to throw things down, that would be the end of it.
Just as Mu Fan was speeding up to escape, a crushed beer can was thrown directly into the ring.
Then there were all kinds of things, vegetable leaves and rotten eggs were the basic version, and some people even threw a fish down.
"Thank you, thank you, it tastes really good."
Of course Mu Fan caught the grilled fish with his mouth, biting off half of it in one bite and giving it a thumbs up.
Then there were more and more vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, even mixed with some large objects.
Under the attack of the rotten eggs from Caiyezi, Mufan stood next to He Xiaopang neatly as before.
"Okay, Brother Fan, this is a beautiful hand." Of course, He Xiaopang praised it highly.
Although he beat the opponent with blood and cruelty, Mu Fan was completely crushed by his IQ, which was another feeling.
"Of course, they don't look at who I am. I don't claim to be a master of success. Those lecturers who pull me down to join the club are not as good as me."
Mu Fan patted He Xiaopang with a proud look on his face.
At this time, the game has reached the 4th game. Of course, Ji Xuan will play in the 4th game.
"The 4th Tech War Armor Brawl, now invite the contestants from the 5 parties to take the stage immediately."
After the old man made his announcement, he immediately floated into the sky.
At this time, everyone arrived on the stage.
Everyone who was not involved in the competition was looking at the ring intently.
After all, this is a rare occurrence in a century.
They are all tech armor bosses.
"I am Xiyulang Beiqi, Guangfeng Mecha."
"Northern Seoul! Hanshui Mecha!"
"Chinese domain wine! Fengya mecha!"
"Eastern Akagi! Bloody Sky Mecha."
Immediately afterwards, the four people looked at Ji Xuan, who was standing aside as if nothing had happened.
After all, everyone has introduced themselves, so at least they have to reveal their names, and of course their body shape.
Ji Xuan seemed to have not heard the self-introduction between them just now, and smiled.
Of course Ji Xuan could feel the glances cast by the four people, and said something lightly to the four people.
"You guys come together, I can beat four of you by myself."