The fourth elder took out a set of night clothes from the space ring and threw it to Lan Cheng: "Cover your forehead with a black hat and cover your face with a black scarf. No one will see the words on your face!"
Those five people... The fourth elder felt that if they were really exposed, he would be completely humiliated!
But the most important thing now is the sixteen-to-eight competition!
Lan Zhen looked sad and hesitantly said: "Dad...is this word really okay?"
"What problem can there be? Absolutely no problem!" The fourth elder directly helped Lan Zhen change into the black clothes, and then took the lead and went over.
The referee naturally knew the fourth elder and Lan Zhen. Seeing his face covered, he couldn't help but ask: "What's going on?"
The fourth elder said angrily: "My face is allergic and full of pimples. It would scare others, so I covered my face."
This excuse seems to be... feasible.
Anyway, the masters have weird tempers, and the referee didn't think anything of it, so he put Lan Cheng out of the field.
Lan Zhen stood majestically on the stage, exuding a strong fighting spirit!
That strong posture is like a cold sword drawn out of its sheath, with its edge clearly revealed!
In the audience, many people were talking about it.
"What is Lan Zhen doing? Why are you covering your head and looking dumbfounded?"
"I heard it was an allergy on my face."
"Allergy? Isn't it because you are afraid that you won't be able to beat me, so you have to change someone? The person on the stage may not be Lan Zhen."
"It's hard to say for sure, but you'll find out when the battle begins. The fourth elder's secret skill is Haotian Huanfenglu, and Lan Zhen has learned all about it from his father!"
Just as everyone was talking about it, a beautiful figure walked up to the fighting platform and stood opposite Lan Zhen.
At this moment, when Lan Zhen saw Su Luo, it was like seeing an enemy, with an angry chill in his eyes!
He pointed at Su Luo and solemnly swore: "I, Lan Zhen, must kill you today!"
Su Luo's eyes slightly raised and she smiled faintly: "Really?"
Lan Zhen thought of the hateful words on his face, and said bitterly: "No matter who is behind you, no matter how powerful the mastermind behind the scenes is, I, Lan Zhen, will defeat you openly! Let you know that all
Conspiracies and tricks are useless in the face of absolute strength!"
Su Luo shrugged: "Okay, I hope you don't collapse and run away like the people in front of you. Alas, I haven't had a good fight until now to show off my strength. It's really a pity."
At this moment, the referee announced that the game had officially begun.
But at this time, the sect leader, who was sitting in the best viewing position, frowned slightly: This Lan Zhen has no expression at all. He dares to come on stage after being like this.
Lan Zhen deified the two-star peak strength, and Su Luo attained the eight-star strength. The sect leader felt that Su Luo would definitely not be able to withstand Lan Zhen's punch, so at this time, as the mastermind behind the scenes, he was about to take action again.
But at this moment, after saying the cruel words, Lan Zhen sneered!
Lan Zhen's most proud secret skill is his father's Haotian Fantasy Wind Record!
As a wind elemental mage, at this moment, a stream of spiritual energy spun out from his body, condensing into a cold and murderous wind!
This strong wind rotates around Lan Zhen's body. Every time it rotates, its strength becomes stronger!
By the time it reaches the tenth week of rotation, Gangfeng's murderous aura has reached its optimal state!
Just when Lan Zhen was about to use his most powerful move, Huang Ba Huang Feng Shou, to attack Su Luo——
suddenly--
This huge force of wind actually exploded above his head!